The Usual Suspects

Keyser Söze: How you doin', Keaton? Keaton: I can't feel my legs... Keyser.

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Verbal: [voiceover] It didn't make sense that I'd be there. I mean, these guys were hardcore hijackers. But, there I was. [suspects walk inside the police lineup] At that point, I wasn't scared. I knew I hadn't done anything they could do me for. Besides, it was fun. I got to make like I was notorious. [the lineup lights turn on] Cop: All right, you all know the drill: When your number is called, step forward and repeat the phrase you've been given, understand? Number one, step forward. Hockney: [sighs; deadpan] Hand me the keys, you fucking cocksucker. Cop: Number two, step forward. McManus: GIMME THE FUCKIN' KEYS, YOU COCKSUCKER MOTHERFUCKER!! AAAAAARGH!! Cop: Knock it off, get back. Number three, step forward. Fenster: Hand me the keys, you cocksucker. Cop: In English, please? Fenster: Excuse me? Cop: In English. Fenster: Hand me the fucking keys, you cocksucker. What the fuck? Cop: Number four, step forward. Verbal: [voiceover while Keaton stepped forward and then Verbal himself st

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Cop: McManus told us a different story altogether. Fenster: Oh, is that the one about the hooker with dysentery?

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Cop: I can put you in Queens on the night of the hijacking. Hockney: Really? I live in Queens! Did you put that together yourself, Einstein? Got a team of monkeys working around the clock on this? Cop: You know what happens if you do another turn in the joint? Hockney: Uh... I fuck your father in the shower and then have a snack? Are you going to charge me, dickhead?

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Fenster: I had a finger up my asshole tonight. Hockney: Is it Friday already?

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Keaton: His name is Verbal. Verbal Kint. McManus: Verbal? Keaton: Yeah. Verbal: Roger, really. People say I talk too much. Hockney: Yeah, I was just about to tell you to shut up.

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