|Carmen Sternwood: You're
not very tall are you?
Philip Marlowe: Well, I,
uh, I try to be.
Eddie Mars: Convenient, the
door being open when you didn't have a key, eh?
Philip Marlowe: Yeah, wasn't
it. By the way, how'd you happen to have one?
Eddie Mars: Is that any of
Philip Marlowe: I could make
it my business.
Eddie Mars: I could make
your business mine.
Philip Marlowe: Oh, you wouldn't
like it. The pay's too small.
General Sternwood: Do you
Philip Marlowe: Not particularly.
General Sternwood: Ugh. Nasty
things. Their flesh is too much like the flesh of men, and their perfume
has the rotten sweetness of corruption.
Norris: Are you attempting
to tell me my duties sir?
Marlowe: No just having fun
trying to guess what they are.
Philip Marlowe: Oh, Eddie,
you don't have anybody watching me, do you? Tailing me in a gray Plymouth
Eddie Mars: No, why should
Philip Marlowe: Well, I can't
imagine, unless you're worried about where I am all the time.
Eddie Mars: I don't like
you that well.
Vivian: Speaking of horses,
I like to play them myself. But I like to see them workout a little first,
see if they're front runners or comefrom behind, find out what their whole
card is, what makes them run.
Marlowe: Find out mine?
Vivian: I think so.
Marlowe: Go ahead.
Vivian: I'd say you don't
like to be rated. You like to get out in front, open up a little lead,
take a little breather in the backstretch, and then come home free.
Marlowe: You don't like to
be rated yourself.
Vivian: I haven't met anyone
yet that can do it. Any suggestions?
Marlowe: Well, I can't tell
till I've seen you over a distance of ground. You've got a touch of class,
but I don't know how, how far you can go.
Vivian: A lot depends on
who's in the saddle.
Vivian: You go too far, Marlowe.
Marlowe: Those are harsh
words to throw at a man, especially when he's walking out of your bedroom.
Marlowe: You know what he'll
do when he comes back? Beat my teeth out, then kick me in the stomach for
Philip Marlowe: What's wrong
Vivian: Nothing you can't
Norris: How do you like your
Philip Marlowe: In a glass.
Philip Marlowe: She tried
to sit in my lap while I was standing up.
Philip Marlowe: I don't mind
if you don't like my manners. I don't like them myself. They're pretty
bad. I grieve over them on long winter evenings.
Philip Marlowe: My, my, my.
Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains!