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It won't sell. | Why not? |
Why not? | Somebody has to die. |
Somebody has to die. | Why? |
Why? | Somebody always does. |
What do you want, Nick? Flowers? I'll send you some flowers. | What is this -- some kind of... Joke? Are we playing games again? |
What is this -- some kind of... Joke? Are we playing games again? | The games are over. You were right. It was the fuck of the century, Shooter. |
Would you tell us the nature of your relationship with Mr. Boz? | I had sex with him for about a year and a half. I liked having sex with him. |
Ain't that cute? They got his and her Pig-assos, son. | I didn't know you knew who Picasso was, Gus. |
I didn't know you knew who Picasso was, Gus. | I'm a smart sonofabitch. I just hide it. |
Ain't you go nothin' better to do than to come in here and jack off the damn machine? | What are you doing here, Pop? |
What are you doing here, Pop? | I came in here to jack off the damn machine. One dead psychology professor. Noah Goldstein. Dr. Noah Goldstein. And guess what? He was her counselor. |
Forgive me for askin', son, and I don't mean to belabor the obvious, but why is it that you've got your head so far up your own ass? | She want to play? Fine. I can play. |
She want to play? Fine. I can play. | Everybody that she plays with dies. |
Everybody that she plays with dies. | I know what that's like. |
You... fucked her! Goddamn dumb sonofabitch... You fucked her! Goddamn, you are one dumb sonofabitch -- | I'm not gonna get AIDS, pop --don't worry about it. I always use a rubber. |
I'm not gonna get AIDS, pop --don't worry about it. I always use a rubber. | I don't give a... flyin'... chili- bean... fart about AIDS! |
I don't give a... flyin'... chili- bean... fart about AIDS! | You oughta use a rubber, pop. You really should. |
You oughta use a rubber, pop. You really should. | What in the hell for? You think I'm gettin' any at my age? I don't like blue-haired women. I don't like 'em. |
What in the hell for? You think I'm gettin' any at my age? I don't like blue-haired women. I don't like 'em. | You don't like punk rockers? |
You don't like punk rockers? | Say what? |
I'm not afraid of her. | Why the hell not? |
Why the hell not? | I don't know. I'm just not. |
I don't know. I'm just not. | That's her pussy talkin' --He gets a real nasty look from a very fat woman eating a cheeseburger. He winks at her. The woman looks away from him, shaking her head. |
It doesn't make sense. She didn't know me three months ago. | Maybe it wasn't her that paid him. Maybe the money was for somethin' else. How the fuck do I know? I'm just an old city cowboy tryin' not to fall outta his saddle. |
You all right, pop? You want me to drive you? | In that little pissant car of yours? Hell, no. I ain't gettin' no back pain disability retirement -- I'm gettin' me a full pension and a real gold-plate Seiko watch. |
In that little pissant car of yours? Hell, no. I ain't gettin' no back pain disability retirement -- I'm gettin' me a full pension and a real gold-plate Seiko watch. | Come on, I'll drive you in this thing. |
Come on, I'll drive you in this thing. | You think I'd let you drive my Cadillac car? I ain't lettin' no hear-up-his-ass person drive my Cadillac car. |
I don't understand what the hell's going on here, pop. | Ain't that hard, son. This young farmgirl, she got tired of all that attention goin' to her little brothers -- she fixed 'em. Just like 'ole Hazel Dobkins fixed her whole family -- except young Roxy here, she didn't use a wedding present. She used Daddy's razor. |
She'd have to be nuttier than a twenty-pound Christmas fruitcake. She's not the one who hangs out with multiple murderers -- your girlfriend is. | She's a writer -- it's part of what she does. |
She's a writer -- it's part of what she does. | Goddamn writers -- all they do is use up trees and ruin people's eyes. There's gotta be somebody at Berkeley who knows what the hell happened. |
Goddamn writers -- all they do is use up trees and ruin people's eyes. There's gotta be somebody at Berkeley who knows what the hell happened. | I know what happened. Catherine told me what happened. |
I know what happened. Catherine told me what happened. | You got goddamn tweety-birds flutterin' around your head, that's what you got. You think you're gonna fuck like minks, raise rugrats, and live happily ever after? Oh, man. |
Not unless she got up in the ring and turned into one mean sonofabitch. | Maybe she did, Gus. Maybe she grew herself an Afro and learned a left hook and put shoe polish on her face. Let's polygraph her again and ask her about it. |
Now what? | What now what? Now nothing. She passed the polygraph. That's it. |
What now what? Now nothing. She passed the polygraph. That's it. | She knew she could beat it. That's why she asked to take it. |
She knew she could beat it. That's why she asked to take it. | How the fuck do you know? What is it with you and this broad anyway? |
How the fuck do you know? What is it with you and this broad anyway? | Come on, Phil. You're not gonna let this slide. What about her parents? What about what else she's published? At least we should get the stuff to see if we find anything else that's an amazing real-life coincidence. |
Come on, Phil. You're not gonna let this slide. What about her parents? What about what else she's published? At least we should get the stuff to see if we find anything else that's an amazing real-life coincidence. | Her parents died in an accident. I don't care what else she's written. What are you -- a book critic? |
Her parents died in an accident. I don't care what else she's written. What are you -- a book critic? | How did they die? Was there an investigation? |
How did they die? Was there an investigation? | How you're saying she killed her parents? Did she kill Bobby Vasquez, too? |
She's a suspect. | On what basis? |
On what basis? | Catherine Tramell. Age 30. No priors, no convictions. Double major, magnum cum laude, Berkeley, 1980. Literature and Psychology. Daughter, sole survivor -- Marvin and Elaine Tramell, killed in a boating accident, 1978, Catherine Tramell sole heir. Estimated assets $110 million. |
This is painted on a backdrop from the Kabuki theater in Japan. I painted it after Joseph Beuys died. A rebirth painting. I felt like he could've painted it, or maybe someone else was painting it instead of me. The Chinese calligraphers used to change their name mid-career so they could start over as someone else.. | Do you ever get sick of it? |
Do you ever get sick of it? | Of what? |
Of what? | The whole thing painting. |
The whole thing painting. | No. It's one of the few times I feel good. I used to have to go to work and cook every day. That I got sick of. |
No. It's one of the few times I feel good. I used to have to go to work and cook every day. That I got sick of. | What about the shit they write? |
What about the shit they write? | You're asking me this because of the 'lapdog' remark. I read that. The person that wrote that has the compassion of a housefly. That's your enemy, not your audience. Your audience hasn't even been born yet. It's a lie that art is popular. The only thing popular about it is that it's written about in newspapers. I'm sur... |
You're asking me this because of the 'lapdog' remark. I read that. The person that wrote that has the compassion of a housefly. That's your enemy, not your audience. Your audience hasn't even been born yet. It's a lie that art is popular. The only thing popular about it is that it's written about in newspapers. I'm sur... | I haven't felt like talking to him since that thing came out. |
I haven't felt like talking to him since that thing came out. | As long as I've known Andy, he's never asked me for anything except to speak to you about getting off drugs. He's painted my picture, we've eaten dinner in God knows how many places together. But he doesn't care about me. He cares about you. You're the only person he cares about. He's your friend. Fuck that article. Yo... |
Chill, man! Be cool! This isn't even my apartment! | Oh man, you a FINE nigga! You know that? |
Oh man, you a FINE nigga! You know that? | Cut it out, man! And don't be callin' me that shit! |
Naaaa. Poor thing has a little dick. | How do you know? |
How do you know? | Just look at him. Little silver thingies on his cowboy boots? Honey, I don't think so. |
"She loves me. Oh yeah she loves me! She loooooooves me, Oh yeah she loves me!" Bring me some chicken, baby! | Would you shut the fuck up? You hear what I'm doing? |
Would you shut the fuck up? You hear what I'm doing? | Yeah man. I'm jealous. You're always great, Benny. "Her name is G-I-N-A Gina And she lo-oooves me." I did say chicken! |
That's not how I meant it. For all you know, you might just be a flash in the pan! You can never tell. | Hey fuck you! I deserve this shit. You're just jealous 'cause it ain't happening to you! |
... I'll buy you some new ones. | You don't have any fucking money.. |
Do you know what he's saying? | What who's saying? |
What who's saying? | Manzanita.... ... if one day I die, and you read this piece of paper, I want you to know how much I love you. Although I'll never see you again, Gypsy, Gypsy, your hair, your hair, your face, your face' |
... What's the matter? | Oh, God, Basquiat, you scared the shit out of me. How the fuck could you do that to yourself? |
Oh, God, Basquiat, you scared the shit out of me. How the fuck could you do that to yourself? | You're back. |
You're back. | It's Monday morning. |
It's Monday morning. | It's not Sunday? I missed you. You shouldn't leave me alone. |
It's not Sunday? I missed you. You shouldn't leave me alone. | You're blaming me? I had to go see my family. |
You're blaming me? I had to go see my family. | I'm your family. |
I'm your family. | Basquiat, what did you take? |
You fucking little whore! You sold my painting! I'm gonna tell you something, brother when you're climbing up the ladder of success, don't kick out the rungs! Believe that shit. | I'll make you another one. |
I'll make you another one. | Forget it. |
Don't look, Oswald. It's a surprise. | A big bag of fan mail? Filthy lucre? Wait don't tell me ... Is it a broad? |
Sometimes counting on someone else is the only way to win. | Hey, I'm the one who kicked Ivy's botanical butt. Personally. Me. I did. |
Hey, I'm the one who kicked Ivy's botanical butt. Personally. Me. I did. | You are going back to school. |
Alpha. Got it. What the hell is attack plan Alpha? | Divide and conquer. |
It'll take the satellites about a minute to re-align, but...damn! | Damn? Damn is not good. |
Damn? Damn is not good. | Those targeting mirrors are frozen. The sun beam won't work. |
McGregor's Syndrome. That's what Freeze's wife had. | Yes. But Alfred's condition is less severe. Freeze's research says he cured a case like Alfred's. It just doesn't say how. |
Yes. But Alfred's condition is less severe. Freeze's research says he cured a case like Alfred's. It just doesn't say how. | I checked the medical database. No one else is even close. |
I checked the medical database. No one else is even close. | I'm late for the dedication. Then I go after Freeze and Ivy. Alone. |
I'm late for the dedication. Then I go after Freeze and Ivy. Alone. | Like hell you do. |
Like hell you do. | Dick, don't push me right now. |
Dick, don't push me right now. | Or what? No one can capture Ivy but the big bad Bat. Crap! You just want her for yourself. Don't you? Answer me, damn it! |
Or what? No one can capture Ivy but the big bad Bat. Crap! You just want her for yourself. Don't you? Answer me, damn it! | Yes! Yes, I want her so badly I can taste it. That's the whole point. Look at us. Orphans. Isolated. Obsessed to the exclusion of life, love, family. We're perfect targets. She's done something to us, got us fighting over her somehow. |
Yes! Yes, I want her so badly I can taste it. That's the whole point. Look at us. Orphans. Isolated. Obsessed to the exclusion of life, love, family. We're perfect targets. She's done something to us, got us fighting over her somehow. | Hail the all-knowing Bruce Wayne. Here's what I know, she loves me, Not you and it's driving you crazy. It's why you stopped us from kissing. Because if you can't have her, nobody can. |
Hail the all-knowing Bruce Wayne. Here's what I know, she loves me, Not you and it's driving you crazy. It's why you stopped us from kissing. Because if you can't have her, nobody can. | She's clouded your mind. You're not thinking straight. |
She's clouded your mind. You're not thinking straight. | Oh but I am. For the first time in a long time. I'm through living in your shadow. All that ends right now. |
...dual personalities. Abnormal psychology. Washington's poster child for the criminally insane. I read your work. | I'm flattered. Not every girl makes a super-hero's night table. You might have some interesting insights into Two-Face. |
I'm flattered. Not every girl makes a super-hero's night table. You might have some interesting insights into Two-Face. | Why's that? |
Why's that? | Let's just say I could write a hell of a paper on a grown man who dresses like a flying rodent. |
Let's just say I could write a hell of a paper on a grown man who dresses like a flying rodent. | Bats aren't rodents, Dr. Meridian. |
Bats aren't rodents, Dr. Meridian. | I didn't know that. See? You _are_ interesting. And call me Chase. By the way, do you have a first name? Or do I just call you bats? |
What the hell did you think you were doing? | You have a real gratitude problem. You know that, Bruce? I need a name. Batboy? The Dark Earl? What's a good side kick name? |
You have a real gratitude problem. You know that, Bruce? I need a name. Batboy? The Dark Earl? What's a good side kick name? | How about Richard Grayson, college student? |
How about Richard Grayson, college student? | ...I missed Two-Face by a heartbeat. When we catch him, you gotta let me kill him! |
...I missed Two-Face by a heartbeat. When we catch him, you gotta let me kill him! | We don't kill. Killing is what damns you. It-. What am I talking about? This conversation is over. You're going away to school. |
We don't kill. Killing is what damns you. It-. What am I talking about? This conversation is over. You're going away to school. | I saved your life. You owe me. So either you let me be your partner or I'm going after Harvey on my own. |
I'll show you it works. | What the hell is going on here? |
Two drinks and I start swinging from the rooftops. Look, I bore myself silly. Let's talk about you. How the hell did you wind up in Corto Maltese? | That's a tough one. Have you ever seen combat? |
That's a tough one. Have you ever seen combat? | No. |
No. | Neither had I. Odd desire for a woman, I guess. |
Neither had I. Odd desire for a woman, I guess. | Odd desire for anyone. |
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