Dick Powell
(as Philip Marlowe)
Ann Grayle:
You know, I think you're nuts. You go barging around without a very clear idea of what you're doing. Everybody bats you down, smacks you over the head, fills you full of stuff... and you keep right on hitting between tackle and end. I don't think you even know which SIDE you're on.
Philip Marlowe: I don't know which side anybody's on. I don't even know who's playing today.
Philip Marlowe: I don't know which side anybody's on. I don't even know who's playing today.
Dick Powell
(as Philip Marlowe)
Lindsay Marriott:
How would you like a swift punch on the nose?
Philip Marlowe: I tremble at the thought of such violence.
Philip Marlowe: I tremble at the thought of such violence.
Dick Powell
(as Philip Marlowe)
Lindsay Marriott:
I'm afraid I don't like your manner.
Philip Marlowe: Yeah, I've had complaints about it, but it keeps getting worse.
Philip Marlowe: Yeah, I've had complaints about it, but it keeps getting worse.
Dick Powell
(as Philip Marlowe)
Philip Marlowe:
"'Okay Marlowe,' I said to myself. 'You're a tough guy. You've been sapped twice, choked, beaten silly with a gun, shot in the arm until you're crazy as a couple of waltzing mice. Now let's see you do something really tough - like putting your pants on.'"
Dick Powell
(as Philip Marlowe)
Philip Marlowe:
[about his gun] That's just part of my clothes. I hardly ever shoot anybody with it.
Dick Powell
(as Philip Marlowe)
Philip Marlowe:
He died in 1940, in the middle of a glass of beer. His wife Jessie finished it for him.
Dick Powell
(as Philip Marlowe)
Philip Marlowe:
He was doubled up on his face in that bag-of-old-clothes position that always means the same thing: he had been killed by an amateur. Or, by somebody who wanted it to look like an amateur job. Nobody else would hit a man that many times with a sap.
Dick Powell
(as Philip Marlowe)
Philip Marlowe:
I caught the blackjack right behind my ear. A black pool opened up at my feet. I dived in. It had no bottom. I felt pretty good - like an amputated leg.
Dick Powell
(as Philip Marlowe)
Philip Marlowe:
It was a nice little front yard. Cozy, okay for the average family. Only you'd need a compass to go to the mailbox. The house was all right, too, but it wasn't as big as Buckingham Palace.
Dick Powell
(as Philip Marlowe)
Philip Marlowe:
My throat felt sore, but the fingers feeling it didn't feel anything. They were just a bunch of bananas that looked like fingers.
