James Lee Bartlow:
Yes, this is James Lee Bartlow... Paris?... Mr. Shields!... is Mr. Shields paying for this call?... All right, put him on... Hello, Jonathan? Drop dead.
--Dick Powell (as James Lee Bartlow) in The Bad and the Beautiful
--Dick Powell (as James Lee Bartlow) in The Bad and the Beautiful
Jimmy MacDonald:
If you can't sleep, it isn't the coffee. It's the bunk.
--Dick Powell (as Jimmy MacDonald) in Christmas in July
--Dick Powell (as Jimmy MacDonald) in Christmas in July
Laurence Gerard:
I'll tell you what. I thought it over and decided not to pay any attention to you.
--Dick Powell (as ) in Cornered
--Dick Powell (as ) in Cornered
Mark Christopher:
You know I've forgotten what seventeen year old emotional kids are like. I've been going out with middle-aged women; twenty, twenty-one.
--Dick Powell (as Mark Christopher) in Susan Slept Here
--Dick Powell (as Mark Christopher) in Susan Slept Here
Pete Hamilton:
With your charm and my conniving, there's nothing to worry about.
--Dick Powell (as Pete Hamilton) in Happy Go Lucky
--Dick Powell (as Pete Hamilton) in Happy Go Lucky
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) in Murder, My Sweet
--Dick Powell (as Philip Marlowe) in Murder, My Sweet
Philip Marlowe:
[about his gun] That's just part of my clothes. I hardly ever shoot anybody with it.
--Dick Powell (as Philip Marlowe) in Murder, My Sweet
--Dick Powell (as Philip Marlowe) in Murder, My Sweet
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) in Murder, My Sweet
--Dick Powell (as Philip Marlowe) in Murder, My Sweet
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) in Murder, My Sweet
--Dick Powell (as Philip Marlowe) in Murder, My Sweet
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) in Murder, My Sweet
--Dick Powell (as Philip Marlowe) in Murder, My Sweet
