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D.O.A. |
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1950 |
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Dr. MacDonald:
Of course, I'll have to notify the police. This is a case for Homicide.
Frank Bigelow:
Homicide!
Dr. MacDonald:
I don't think you fully understand, Bigelow. You've been murdered.
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Frank Bigelow:
Forget the bills. You know that coat you want? Get it.
Paula Gibson:
You ARE drunk!
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Chester:
Don't get cute. I'm just itchin' to work you over.
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Majak:
He's not afraid. You can tell from a man's eyes when he is afraid. Look at his eyes.
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Chester:
That's the way I wanna see you go, Bigelow... nice and slow.
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Frank Bigelow:
I can breathe and I can move, but I'm not alive because I took that poison, and nothing can save me.
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Deputy:
How shall I make out the report on him, Captain?
Captain:
Better make it "dead on arrival."
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[first lines]
Homicide Detective:
Can I help you?
Frank Bigelow:
I'd like to see the man in charge.
Homicide Detective:
In here...
Frank Bigelow:
I want to report a murder.
Homicide Captain:
Sit down. Where was this murder committed?
Frank Bigelow:
San Francisco, last night.
Homicide Captain:
Who was murdered?
Frank Bigelow:
I was.
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Paula Gibson:
You're just like any other man, only more so.
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Frank Bigelow:
The woman always gets hurt more than the man.
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Paula Gibson:
I told him I was your confidential secretary, but I guess I didn't sound confidential enough.
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Paula Gibson:
Frank, I don't know how to say this.
Frank Bigelow:
Say what?
Paula Gibson:
Well, what I want to say is that there's nothing you can do that you ever have to feel guilty about.
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Dave:
[Pointing to man on phone] That's his boss, he's been trying for an hour to get his expense account boosted.
Eddie:
The way this guy holds onto a dollar you'd think they weren't printing them any more.
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Frank Bigelow:
Who's the blonde?
Eddie:
Oh she's one of the chicks that hang around here, she's jive crazy.
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Frank Bigelow:
What's the matter with him?
Eddie:
Ah he's flipped, the music's driving him crazy.
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Kitty:
I've never seen you in here before.
Frank Bigelow:
That's because I've never been here.
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Frank Bigelow:
Do you realise what you're saying, you're telling me that I'm dead!
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Paula Gibson:
What's happening up there that's exciting and different?
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Stanley Philips:
You're certainly not the most diplomatic person in the world, Mr. Bigelow.
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Frank Bigelow:
You're in this right up to your pretty little neck.
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Frank Bigelow:
[Referring to Reynolds] You're mighty careful about the picture of a man you haven't heard from in months.
[Referring to a signature on the photo]
Frank Bigelow:
What does the 'Ray' stand for?
Marla Rakubian:
It was a pet name! Do you mind?
Frank Bigelow:
It all sounds very cozy, Miss Rakubian! You and Reynolds call each other pet names while you make a sucker out of Philips!
Marla Rakubian:
Philips made the deal because he wanted it!
Frank Bigelow:
Yeah, I'll bet you weren't above using what it takes to make him want it! Who's paying for this trip?
Marla Rakubian:
I am!
Frank Bigelow:
Really? A first class trip to Buenos Aires on a model's salary? Don't make me laugh! Since you and Reynolds won't be seeing each other anymore, you don't mind if I keep this, do you?
[He folds the photo and puts it in his inside suit pocket]
Marla Rakubian:
If I were a man, I'd punch your dirty face in!
Frank Bigelow:
You know I really believe you would!
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Sydney Fuller:
This is life. Here, now. Take it or leave it.
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Dexter Cornell:
[laughing] So this is what it's all about: some kid's damn homework!
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Dexter Cornell:
So, who you gonna kill for your next novel?
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Dexter Cornell:
So, who are you going to kill for your next novel?
Hal Petersham:
All I need is this one break; after that, I can write anything I want. And you can bet that I won't sit on my laurels like you did!
Dexter Cornell:
Well, at least they *were* my laurels.
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Mrs. Fitzwaring:
How did you know about Nick?
Dexter Cornell:
I'm psychic.
Bernard:
Good. Then you know what's going to happen to you.
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Sydney Fuller:
So, who are you gonna punch a confession out of next?
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Sydney Fuller:
I just wanted to spend the night with you, not Eternity!
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Dexter Cornell:
Is that the best your petty, prosaic little mind can come up with?
Detective Ulmer:
It's a petty, prosaic little world, Mr. Cornell.
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Bernard:
I don't think I like what you're inferring, Mr. Cornell...
Dexter Cornell:
[condescendingly] Implying. When I say it, that's implying. How you take it, that's inferring.
Bernard:
I see. Infer this.
[punches Dexter]
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Hal Petersham:
You had it... You had it... and you pissed it away... goddamit Dex... you had a talent... You had a talent that other people...
Dexter Cornell:
[pulls a gun on Hal] ... kill for?
[last lines]
Hal Petersham:
Yeah that's right kill for... isn't that what it's all about? Publish or Perish?
Dexter Cornell:
[as he fires his gun] Perish
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[last lines]
Dexter Cornell:
Just somebody's homework, is all.
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