Get Shorty

"Harry, look at me. Youre trying to tell me you fucked up without sounding stupid, and thats hard to do."

"Dont worry. Im not going to say anything more than I have to, if that."

"Listen, Touch of Evils playing near my hotel. You wanna go check it out, watch Charlton Heston play a Mexican?"

"Every day, same time, they come down here and have breakfast. He has the egg white omelet; she has the banana pancakes. He sits facing west so he can see his billboard. She faces east so she has an excuse to wear the shades."

"What she did not say was, I just loved the way the director moved the camera so much it made me fuckin seasick. All she cared about was that look. All she remembered was that look. And why do we remember things in movies? Because we can see them. So keep this fuckin camera down here on the ground and shoot this scene, so we can see what the fuck is goin on, before I get someone over sixteen to fuckin shoot it for you!"

"When I came upstairs, you stayed to finish your drink. I told you to turn off the TV when you were through. Come to think of it, I also told you you could sleep in the maids room."

"Yeah, well Martin is known for his flipping. He flips over a script, and when the time comes to make a deal, he flips out."

"You cut straight hair here or just fags?"

"I dont think the producer has to do much, outside of maybe knowing a writer."

"Look at me, Leo. I wouldnt think youre that dumb, leave over three hundred grand in the closet, underneath the extra blanket, but I guess you are."

"Hey, Bear, look at me. Tell your boss I dont ever want to see him again. He made a deal with Harry and a deals a deal."

"You know, Welles didnt even wanna do that one. Some studio made him do it. He owed em one and all his own movies lost money. But, hey, sometimes thats when you do your best work, you got a gun to your head."