Heat

Michael: What's your name? Waingro: Waingro. [Michael opens the door and lets Waingro in. He climbs up into the passenger's seat] You're Michael, huh? You guys always work together? Michael: All the time. Waingro: Real tight crew, huh? Michael: Real tight. Waingro: Yeah if this works, I'd consider going again, you know. Michael: Yeah, stop talking, okay, slick?

Heat (1995 film), CC BY-SA 4.0

The guy was making a move.

Heat (1995 film), CC BY-SA 4.0

Uniformed Officer: You taking this one, Lieutenant? Or does it stay in Division? Vincent: Does this look like gangbangers working the local 7-Eleven to you? Robbery-Homicide's taking it. Uniformed Officer: It's all yours. Det. Bosko: We've got three motorists. All they saw were men with masks, they were distant. Console TV Man over there, however, he was closer. [gestures to the homeless man, who is being interviewed by another detective] Vincent: Did he ID anybody? Det. Bosko: Well he was hiding. He heard it mostly. [Hanna starts towards the bodies of the three guards] Vincent: OK, what about them? Det. Bosko: Right, now according to the TV Man, this guy started mouthing off. Vincent: Smart. Det. Bosko: Yeah. Now this guy - I figure this guy went for that holdout piece, ankle holster, right from here. Bang. Bang. Bang-bang-bang, to this side. This guy here has got what appears to be a double-tap entry wound to the sternum. Tattooing around a head-wound, scorched bone, close range, pro

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Justine: Are you all right? What happened? Where've you been? Vincent: Work. Lauren's dad show up? Justine: Didn't call, didn't show. We waited for you until 10:30. Vincent: Does this guy have any idea of what's going on with this kid? Justine: [shakes her head] I don't know. Vincent: What, is she okay? Justine: She's been in her room all day, so no, she's not okay. Neither am I. Uh, I made dinner for us four hours ago. Um, by the time I tried to maintain a consistent mood between us, she'd withdraw. Vincent: I've got three dead bodies on a sidewalk off Venice Boulevard, Justine! I'm sorry if the goddamn...chicken...got overcooked.

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Neil: L.A.P.D. Gee, what, where the fuck did this heat come from? Chris: Maybe it's the score they were onto, the place, not us. 'Cause it's been hit a couple of times, you know, or something? Neil: Assume they got our phones, assume they got our houses, assume they got us, right here, right now as we sit, everything. Assume it all.

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Alan Marciano: Can I help you? Vincent: Are you Alan Marciano? Alan Marciano: Yeah. And who the fuck are you? Vincent: Lieutenant Vincent Hanna, LAPD. Alan Marciano: LA? This is Las Vegas! You don't have jurisdiction here! Vincent: Las Vegas PD takes you into custody. You are extradited to Newark on a New Jersey warrant for smuggling cigarettes up from North Carolina three years ago, or you go to work for us. Cut and dried. That...is...it.

Heat (1995 film), CC BY-SA 4.0