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Dwight's Hope for Information from Enemies
Dwight
Miho, I hope to hell ya left one of them alive enough to talk.
The Balance of Sacrifice and Safety
Hartigan
Things go dark. I don't mind much. It's okay. She'll be safe. An old man dies. A little girl lives. Fair trade.
A Humorous Take on Inexperience and Trauma
Hartigan
When it comes to reassuring a traumatized 19-year-old, I'm about as expert as a palsy victim doing brain surgery with a pipe wrench.
Confidence Before Confrontation
Hartigan
I'm doing fine, Bob. Never better...ready to kick your ass.
[after being shot several times]
Nancy Callaghan's Transformation Over Time
Hartigan
Skinny little Nancy Callaghan. She grew up. She filled out.
Vengeance and Destruction in Sin City
Dwight
The girls all know the score. No escape. No surrender. No mercy. We got to kill every last rat bastard one of them, every last one. Not for revenge. Not because they deserve it. not because it'll make the world a better place. We need a heap of bloody bodies so when the mob boss, Wallenquist, looks over his charts of profits and losses, he'll see what it cost him to mess with the girls of Old Town. The valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter. And so am I. The fire, baby. It'll burn us both. There's no place in this world for our kind of fire. My warrior woman. My valkyrie. You'll always be mine. Always. And never.
Moral Dilemma in a Desperate Situation
Dwight
I don't have a chance in hell of outrunning this cop. Not in this heap. The only question left is whether I'm gonna kill him or not. Tough call. For all I know, he's an honest cop, regular guy. Working stiff with a mortgage, a wife and a pile of kids.
Describing an Overwhelming Odor
Hartigan
This guy smells awful. Like bad food. Like a corpse left in a garbage dumpster in the middle of summer, he stinks so bad I want to throw up.
A Gruesome Transformation in Sin City
Dwight
She doesn't quite chop his head off. She makes a ] dispenser out of him.
[[w:PEZ|Pez]
Imagining a Confrontation with Jackie Boy
Dwight
You shut the hell up, Jackie Boy. You're dead. I'm just imagining this, so shut the hell up.
A Heartfelt Farewell in Sin City
Hartigan
An old man dies, a young woman lives. Fair trade. I love you, Nancy.
[Last thoughts as he shoots himself]
End of Partnership, Beginning of Retirement
Hartigan
Hell of a way to end a partnership. Hell of a way to start my retirement.
Strategic Advantage in a Fight
Dwight
Dozens of them, armed to the teeth. I'm outnumbered, outgunned... but the alley is crooked, dark, and very narrow. They can't surround me. Sometimes you can beat the odds by a careful choice of where to fight...Where to fight counts for a lot, but there's nothing like having your friends show up with lots of guns.
Final Reflections on a Career in Law
Hartigan
Just one hour to go. My last day on the job. Not my idea. Doctor's orders; heart condition. Angina, he calls it. I'm polishing my badge and getting myself used to the idea of saying goodbye to it. It and the thirty odd years of protecting and serving and...blood and terror and triumph it represents. I think about Eileen's slow smile, about the thick fat steaks she picked up from the butcher's today. I think about the one loose end I haven't tied up. A young girl who's out there, somewhere, helpless in the hands of a drooling lunatic.
Imaginary Conversations with a Deceased Asshole
Dwight
Sure, he's an asshole. Sure he's dead. Sure, I'm just imagining that he's talking. That doesn't stop the bastard from being absolutely right.
Marv's Misfit Nature Across Time and Space
Dwight
Most people think Marv is crazy. He just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century. He'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield swinging an axe into somebody's face. Or in a Roman arena, taking his sword to other gladiators like him. They would've tossed him girls like Nancy back then.
Consequences of Negligence in Sin City
Dwight
You made a big mistake yourself...you didn't flush.
Dwight's Praise for Miho's Timeliness
Dwight
Little Miho, you're an angel, you're a saint, you're ], you're ]. You're God. And if you'd gotten here about ten minutes sooner, we'd still have Jackie-Boy's head.
[[w:Mother Teresa|Mother Teresa; [w:Elvis Presley|Elvis]
Perception of Attraction and Relationships
Marv
Lucille's my parole officer. She's a dyke, but God knows why. With that body of hers she could have any man she wants.
The Cost of Proving Your Worth
Dwight
It's time to prove to your friends that you're worth a damn. Sometimes that means dying, sometimes it means killing a whole lot of people.
Urgency in the Night
Marv
Will you get a move on, I haven't got all night.
[During his execution]
Logistical Challenges in Sin City
Dwight
Just look at that trunk. We'll never fit them all in.
Degrees of Wrongdoing in Sin City
Hartigan
There's wrong and there's wrong and then there's this.
Desire for a Practical Vehicle
Dwight
A hardtop with a decent engine. And make sure it's got a big trunk.
A Promise of Loyalty and Sacrifice
Hartigan
This is just a price I promised myself I'd pay, now I'm paying it. You don't save a little girl's life and then turn around and throw her to the dogs. Not in my book you don't.. They want a confession? They won't get it.
[While police brutally try to blackmail him]
Threatening Loyalty in a Relationship
Dwight
I'm Shellie's new boyfriend, and I'm out of my mind. If you so much as talk to her or even think her name, I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman.