Sudden Impact

Burly Detective: What do ya think, a gang hit, screwed-up drug score, unlucky John, or an unhappy love affair? Huh? Don't tell me this shit's gettin' to ya. Not Harry Callahan. Say it ain't so. Harry Callahan: No, this stuff isn't gettin' to me. The knifings, the beatings, old ladies being bashed in the head for their Social Security checks, teachers being thrown out of a fourth-floor window because they don't give a shit. That doesn't bother me a bit. Burly Detective: Come on, Harry. Take it easy. Harry Callahan: Or this job, either. Having to wade through the scum of this city, being swept away by bigger and bigger waves of corruption, apathy and red tape. Nah, that doesn't bother me. But you know what does bother me? Burly Detective: What? Harry Callahan: You know what makes me really sick to my stomach? Burly Detective: What? Harry Callahan: Is watching you stuff your face with those hot dogs. Nobody, I mean NOBODY puts ketchup on a hot dog.

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Crook: [during a diner robbery] What's you doing, you pighead sucka? Harry Callahan: Every day for the past ten years, Loretta there's been giving me a large black coffee; today she gives me a large black coffee, only it has sugar in it. A lotta sugar. I just came back to complain. Now, you boys put those guns down. Crook: Say what? Harry Callahan: Whoa...we're not just gonna let you walk out of here. Crook: Who's "we", sucka? Harry Callahan: [puts his coffee on the table] ...and me. Harry Callahan: !

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Captain Briggs: [shouting] In more than 30 years of police work, this is the single, most OUTRAGEOUS transgression of authority I ever heard about. What the HELL did you think you were doing? Harry Callahan: My job. Captain Briggs: Is it your job, to harass and incite an old man into a heart attack? Harry Callahan: My job is to investigate homicide. That old man happens to be one of the biggest crime lords on the west coast. How the hell was I supposed to know he was gonna vapor-lock? Captain Briggs: But you hoped he would? Harry Callahan: The Doker case is mine. It was at a standstill. I was just trying to break it loose. Captain Briggs: Sure, with threats and intimidation! Harry Callahan: Any way possible! Captain Briggs: Are you aware that you have destroyed MONTHS - of intelligence & surveillance work? We're talking thousands of dollar, hundreds of man-hours? Special investigations has been BUSTING ITS ASS preparing a case against Threlkis. Harry Callahan: He would have just snaked

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Jennifer Spencer: I saw the commotion the other day; you're either a cop or public enemy number one. Harry Callahan: Heh. Some people might say both. Jennifer Spencer: Really, who? Harry Callahan: Oh, bozos with big brass nameplates on their desk and asses the shape of the seat of their chairs. Jennifer Spencer: Why? Harry Callahan: Ah, it's a question of methods. Everybody wants results but nobody wants to do what they have to do to get them done.

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Harry Callahan: Not bad. Horace King: Not bad, my ass! You've got to strain the remains for the fingerprints. Harry Callahan: Well, this is the .44 Magnum Auto-Mag and it hold a 300-grain cartridge. And, if properly used, it can remove the fingerprints.

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Jennifer Spencer: So what now? Harry Callahan: Now, I guess I'll have to... Jennifer Spencer: Read me my rights? And where was all this concern for my rights when I was being beaten and mauled? And where were my sister's rights when she was being brutalized? There is a thing called justice, Callahan, and is it justice that they should all just walk away?

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