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[to cabdriver] Too bad you're not on welfare, I'd give you a freebie.

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Sunny: Hi! Harry Callahan: Oh, hi... what's your name? Sunny: Sunny. You know, I've been living here for almost six months now. It's funny I've never met you before. Harry Callahan: Oh well... I work a lot. Sunny: I know. You're the cop who lives upstairs. Harry Callahan: That's right. Sunny: Mind if I ask you a question? Harry Callahan: Go ahead. Sunny: What does a girl have to do to go to bed with you? Harry Callahan: (after recovering from his initial shock at so brazen a seduction effort) Try knocking on the door.

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Harry Callahan: You know those guys? Early Smith: They came through the Academy after me. They stick together like flypaper, you know? Everybody thought they were queer for each other. Harry Callahan: Tell you something. If the rest of you could shoot like them, I wouldn't care if the whole damn department was queer.

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Harry Callahan: [confronted by Davis, Astrachan, and Grimes, the three surviving vigilante cops] You heroes killed a dozen people this week. What are you going to do next week? Officer John Davis: Kill a dozen more.

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Harry Callahan: By the way I'd like to have Davis and Sweet as my backup squad. Lieutenant Briggs: Davis and Sweet? They're just rookies! Harry Callahan: Well you drum up someone in the department who can shoot as well and I'll use them. Lieutenant Briggs: Dammit, there isn't supposed to be any shooting! Besides, they don't experience needed for a job like this. Harry Callahan: How the hell is a man supposed to get experience if nobody gives him a chance? And Davis is the new pistol champion. Lieutenant Briggs: Suppose they panic and start shooting? 'Harry Callahan: Nothing wrong with shooting as long as the right people get shot!

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Lieutenant Briggs: You're on loan to Stakeout, Callahan. Harry Callahan: That's right, Lieutenant! You saw to that. Lieutenant Briggs: I've got nothing personal against you, Callahan, but we can't have the public crying police brutality every time you go out onto the street. Harry Callahan: Well you just might need me on a job like this. Whoever did this was very good at it. Lieutenant Briggs: You're sure one to know, Harry. Harry Callahan: Well, I just work for the city, Briggs! Lieutenant Briggs: So do I, longer than you, and I never had to take my gun out of its holster once. I'm proud of that. Harry Callahan: Well, you're a good man, lieutenant. A good man always knows his limitations...

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Pilot: Excuse me, Captain. This may seem silly, but can you fly? Harry Callahan: Nope. Never had a lesson. Officer Phillip Sweet: What kind of a load do you use in that .44? Harry Callahan: It's a light Special. This size gun it gives you better control and less recoil than a .357 Magnum with wadcutters.

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Infirmary Doctor: [stitching up Harry's head] Sure you don't want a local for this, Harry? Takes about seven stitches. Harry Callahan: No, thanks. Infirmary Doctor: Ok, it's your ass... Harry Callahan: My head, the cut's on my head. Infirmary Doctor: Why does everybody suddenly become a comedian in here?

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I'll have to find it.

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Nick Royale: (to Palancio after they received an anonymous phone call warning of a pending hit) But what if they are cops? This could be a set-up! Frank Palancio: After the holes they put in Ricca, you wanna wait and see? If they're cops, they'll have papers, you'll know if they're cops!