This Danish is pure protein.
This man's a drug dealer.
This is a bad man. And this is what bad men do.
Starsky: Things are really cool with us now. I. Hutch: Did you go through my locker?
Of course you do, baby. That's why you're my girlfriend on the side.
There used to be a time around here when you peed against the wall, and you did it outside.
There are a lot of things about me that aren't what you thought.
Someone once said, "To err is human, to forgive, divine."
Okay, they took a shot at you, they tried to blow up my house, almost killed little Willis.
The guy's not stupid. He knows how to stay clean.
The dirty ones always do.
Man, this is a bunch of crap. I am an urban informant. I am not a snitch.
This grass is Alabama Creeping Bend, as opposed to Georgia Creeping Bend. It's lighter.
Hutch: That voice makes you sound crazy. Starsky: It does not make me sound crazy. It makes me sound like Maury Finkle. Founder of Finkle Fixtures, biggest fixture chain in the Southland.
Oh, that's a sweet little pucker.
No no, Mr. Miyagi, I have so many things to do tomorrow. Tomorrow I'm busy. Tomorrow is, uh, so tomorrow's, tomorrow's a bad day.
The kid's from Texas. I don't even know if he has a license. He rides a horse down there for God's sake.
That's for putting hands on Huggy Bear.
They're just going to end up going out on street corners and getting into trouble.
Teenagers are a tough sell.
They play on a two pronged attack, promising adulthood and rebellion...
And you show with a walk on the beach, baking cookies, playing catch, that the parents are not long for this world.
They won't be thinking about their parents. They'll be thinking about themselves.
They'll be thinking about themselves. That's what they do.
they're mourning for their childhood more than they're anticipating their future.
They were eating out of his hand.
That's awfully pessimistic.
Anton: The monkey jumps on me, and it won't get off my back, you know? Linda: You're kidding? Anton: No, no, I'm not kidding. The people all around, they are laughing-- ah ha ha! Oh ho ho, you know?
They're friends, that's all.
This should square us for the week.
That's an investment. It's not a loss. Don't be impatient.
This is a decision that I get to make.
Then don't take them! They're used to it.
The worst in 15 years. Absolutely. Yeah, good luck to you, too.
Bellhop: For Pete's sake. I haven't got time for this nonsense! Manager: This guy's a weirdo, Dave. Talk to him.
The Topaz people went nuts, fired the people who hired me, and then me.
No. There I disagree with you. I think he has a good voice! Not great.
That was great.
They played in the pool for four hours and bounced on the bed for another two.
They love it.
That's me. That's my nickname sometimes.
Don: What are you gonna do? Stephanie: I don't know. That's the best part, right?
This is my friend Camille. Camille, this is Don and Gene and Bobby and Sally.
There is no fresh start! Lives carry on!
There's nothing on TV. Come outside with me. It's so beautiful here.
They're little roosters.
The perils of being in charge.
Topaz. The only pair of pantyhose you'll ever need. Bad for business. Good for you.
Brett: What? Tom: They want 500 grand, or they'll kill him.
Gary: Then after grieving appropriately, he goes on the offensive. Brett: Bill Gluckman's war on crime! Gary: On drugs! Jen: Gangs. Brett: It's what's hot right now! Gary: Ooh, that's great! Jen: It's just what we needed!
Tec: That's it. His punk ass is dead. Tom: Well, you do what you have to do, and we'll do what we have to do. Brett: There you go. Tec: That was cold.
B-Rad: That's nice. Yeah, this is good. Duece: Get your ass down, fool!
That boy is bad.
Shondra: This no-good, deadbeat, weak-ass white boy won't take care of little Malik. B-Rad: Malik? Shondra: Mm-hm. Or Taquayzsha. B-Rad: Taquayzsha? Shondra: Or Nahojay. B-Rad: Naho-who?
Tec: Hey, what's going on, Shondra? Shondra: Tec, I swear, it is not what it looks like. Tec: Don't you lie to me. That was always my line to you, and it always was what it looked like.
Tec: There's only one way out of the I-9, and your E-ticket's in this here chamber. Sean: There it is. Did you see how committed he was? PJ: Yeah. Sean: That's the rage I was talking about.
Tec, please don't be hating.
Bill: That was not part of the plan. B-Rad: What was the plan? Send me down here to scare me white?
B-Rad: Talk is cheap. Prove it. Bill: Well, I'm here, ain't I?
That's great news! We broke the streak! What a great day! Good work, both of you!
That's my chance to get out, don't you see that? It's my life, don't you understand? My life!
Sean: Because the white man-- Soon-Yee: Okay, thank you, Bloodbath and Tree. All this mayhem is rumored to have been caused by the mysterious White Kong.
It happens all the time. They're all just between marriages. You know that.
That's the way it works for some.
Governor: They kept you safe, kept you fed. Milton: As long as I looked the other way.
Time for you to graduate.
There's a threat, you end it. And you don't feel ashamed about enjoying it.
Now they're foaming at the mouth.
Milton, there is no way you are leaving this room without doing it.
There's a lot of good money to be made with a Mexican restaurant.
The deal the Governor offered about me, you had to think about it.
Rick: For what? Michonne: For getting me out there that day, taking me in.
They're no different from the biters.
They're not gonna stop until they kill us all, taken everything we've worked so hard for.
This ain't easy to say.
Betty: Things aren't perfect. Don: So you'll move again.
There aren't many stars in this business, Bobby. It's enough to make a living. Think about that.
The point is i'm pushing 30. I should do something, go to law school, or apply at least.
Wendy: Things are going to get better. Bobby: I don't know how you can still have faith in me after five years of--ow! Wendy: No more self-pity.
Bobby: This card answered me. Wendy: Well, he always said he could make any kind of card. Bobby: Can he make waiters lose their pants? Wendy: Waitresses. Oh, he's been divorced twice.
Bobby: C'mon Wendy, this guy really spooked me out. Wendy: Maybe he gave the waiter money to drop his pants. Bobby: And wreck the place?
Thank you! Thank you, Cleveland! Good night! I love you!
Harry: Tonight's the night, Billy. I'm sorry. Billy: I want an extension. Harry: No. Seven years, that was the deal.
Things have a way of working out.
Gary: There was one cut on it that will be sensational for Richie Morrison. Joe: So what? Richie writes his own stuff.
Then how come you got butter on your tie?
That'll give you a base for your stomach. You know, you eat that oily fish, you go up in the air, halfway to Sicily, you'll be green and your hands will be sweaty.
Tonight, Mr. Johnny's gonna propose marriage.
Trust me. Make me your manager.
Look, tell them I want a release out right now. Harry, I think we got away cheap.
That she took him to be strong on me. Now she's going back to Sicily.
Bobby: This guy who says he's me. He thinks he's me? Harry: That's right. Bobby: And Wendy accepts him as me? Harry: Completely.
Bobby: There really is a God? Harry: Oh, sure. He very rarely makes personal appearances here on Earth like I do.
Today's the 15th. It's my anniversary.
Louise: Uh, the veal cacciatore's very good. Bobby: Uh, just a bottle of Barolo for now. Louise: Of course. I'll get it for you.
Loretta: Father of the bride pays. Cosmo: I have no money.
They say bread is life, and, and I bake bread, bread, bread. And I sweat. And shovel this stinkin' dough in and out of this hot hole in the wall, and, and I should be so happy.
Sam: Harold Matheson, the food critic for the times. Maggie: Big step. Are you sure you're ready for this?
The slicer chewed off my hand.
Loretta: That's the bad blood between you and Johnny? Ronny: Yes, that's it. Loretta: Yeah, but that's not Johnny's fault.
This is the most tormented man I have ever known. I'm in love with this man, but he doesn't know that.
Look, there are three kinds of pipe.
There's the kind of pipe you have, which is garbage, and you can see what that's gotten you.
Then there's bronze, which is pretty good, unless something goes wrong, and something always goes wrong.
Well, uh, the man understood me. The woman wanted to be cheap,
They're little birds and stars. Birds, flying to the stars, I guess, huh?
The spoon goes in right side up, dear. We weren't brought up in a barn.
This is good.
Yeah. The big part of you has, has no words, and, uh, it's a wolf. The woman was a trap for you.
There were survivors. Here. There. Nobody even knew who started it.
Listen! And understand. That Terminator is out there.
Sam: This is really good. Maggie: Aah! No! Sam: Sorry. It is.
Nash: This is Nash. Richie: Fire two! Nash: Somebody's throwing shhii--
Then again, you never know who you're going to meet, right?
Fait: This is not a conversation. Do it! And make it good. Tommy: Shit.
The kid passed. "C" plus average. Thought you'd like to know.
Douglas: I'm hooked up. Tommy: That bitch.
Those are my balloons.
The right thing to do. Sometimes, it's hard to know what that is.
That girl has style.
Tell me, kid... You ever danced with the devil by the pale moonlight?
And that's why she died. Because of me. The way I am.
This one blue diamond is at least $2.5 million.
This. This I can use.
That don't make you a murderer. Bad husband, maybe.
Time to bounce. Leave this shit.
Andy: Tell you where I'd go. Zihuatanejo. Red: Say what? Andy: Zihuatanejo. It's in Mexico.
That's where I wanna live the rest of my life. Warm place with no memory.
That hotel, that boat? I don't think that's too much to ask.
That is what you are going to do.
Andy: There's a big hayfield up near Buxton. You know where Buxton is? Red: Well, there's a lot of hayfields up there.
Jerry: Finally. Great, great. Come on, we paid for the tickets. Let's go, let's go, let's go. Denise: What tickets? Jerry: This isn't everything. There is actually a murder ride.
That was so bad-ass. Dr. Satan! Ah-hhh, Dr. Satan!
Telephone call for the Lord. Will the Lord please go to a house phone?
This is the Lord. You have a call for me. Thank you very much.
This is Tophet! I recognize your voice!
Bobby: That old preacher, you were speaking through him. God: That's right.
You guys are crazy. You know? You guys are self-destructive. There's a funny farm and it has your names written all over it.
The fireplace, Brand. It's the only way out. You guys will never get out that way.
This is one of your tricks, isn't it, One-Eyed Willy? You wouldn't have gone through all this trouble if you weren't really hiding something, would you?
This could be the best sex we've had in a long time.
This is a tragedy. A fine young man has been struck down.
Yes sir, the one nigger who can control the steam and save your lily-white ass from being burned off the face of the earth, so to speak.
This is one of my invisible employees, one of the many journalistists who is supposed to be writing for my newspaper. You're very honored to see him. I hardly ever do.
That's a complete fuckup.
God: The 10 of spades is bent. Harry: Oh? So it is. Can't fool you.
God: Those cigars are going to kill you. Harry: I love smoke. What about you?
Then he's a folk hero, like Elvis, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin. They'll triple his record sales.
There'll be lawsuits. There'll be fights. It'll be fabulous.
God: That good, huh? Harry: Not bad.
Too rich for me. I fold. You can have 'em. What did you have?
Bobby: Tophet! God: It's me, bobby. God.
There's no unknown. There's me. And everything unknown, I know. That's it.
The president flying all the way across the world, across the Atlantic ocean, arriving almost exactly, exactly as scheduled.
There's people. People on the balcony. Armed people.
Harry: Woodward- Bob: Yup. Harry: There's been a break-in at Democratic Headquarters. Harry: There's been an arrest. Bob: Local Democratic Headquarters. Yeah. Harry: They were bugging the place.
Harry: The Virginia legislature story? Carl: I finished it. Harry: All right. Give it to me. Carl I'm just polishing it.
Bob: I'm sorry? Reporter: These 2 were appointed to the case, only now it turns out the burglars have their own counsel.
Bob: The burglars have their own counsel? Reporter: That's right. Bob: That's kind of unusual, wouldn't you say? Reporter: For burglars it's unusual.
They never would have been assigned to represent the burglars had anyone known that the burglars had arranged for their own counsel.
Bachinski: There's a strange entry in 2 of the burglars' address books. Bob: Yeah? Bachinski: One says, "H.H. At W.H." the other says, "Howard Hunt, w. House."
This is Bob Woodward, of the Washington Post. I'm sorry to bother you at home. I was wondering if we could confirm some information on one of your employees-- Mr. Howard Hunt?
Then a P.R. guy said this weird thing to me. He said, "I am convinced that neither Mr. Colson nor anyone else at the White House had any knowledge of or participation in this deplorable incident at the Democratic National Committee."
Bob: Then what are you doing with it? Carl: I'm just helping. It's a little fuzzy. Bob: May I have it?
Carl: Hey, Steuben, what's the name of that girl you bombed out with who works in Colson's office? Steuben: Sharon Lyon.
Carl: That's what he said. Sharon: I worked for an assistant. Colson was really big on secrets, anyway.
Thanks, man. Hey, you want it? I'll make you a hell of a deal on it, ammo included.
Secretary: The truth is I didn't have any requests at all from Mr. Hunt. Carl: Mmm.
The man for whom Mr. Christophe arranged to have the black stones brought into the country and deposited at the Jewelry Exchange.
The man who wants them back. Now.
Fait: All right, well, how much? Ling: Maybe you didn't understand me. The stones are already mine.
That's not enough proof. I mean, if there was just a piece of paper that said that Hunt was taking out books on Kennedy and Chappaquiddick.
The wrath of heaven must be at hand.
The food, the drink, the flesh. Fatal as they may be, he cannot resist them.
The court directs you to shut up!
These notes on the White House librarian, are they accurate? The White House librarian. The notes. Are they accurate?
"Showed a special interest in..." No, we said the White House was investigating Kennedy. Ben: "Showed a special interest in."
Man: This is different. Bob: How? Man: Not about this story. Don't call me again.
The story is dry. All we got are... are pieces.
Carl: Well there must be a mistake. I- I made the appointment with him personally. I called from Washington yesterday. Dardis' Secretary: Well, the appointment should have been made through me.
Dardis' Secretary: Tomorrow should be better. Carl: I guess so.
The fact is, we just can't go into it this evening. It's going to have to wait until tomorrow, ok?
That shit ain't going to work, homes,
That's pretty bad. Cracker is, ya know, kind of racist.
Thanks for keeping yourself alive long enough to tell me nothing!
These are all my dolls. l used to, like, chop their heads off and their arms and stick them up on the wall.
The door's locked, I gotta go around. Just wait here.
Bob: The committee to re-elect the president. Kenneth: Yes. You see, I raised that money in- in cash, and I- I have a winter home in Florida.
The irony, of course, that's a direct result of Nixon's visit. Jesus, what did he tell-- what did he say to them?
Bob: The G.A.O. Report's due out the morning of nixon's renomination. Ben: Hey, sit down. Sit down. Well, that's 2 weeks from now.
Tiny ain't got no car, he ain't even got a bicycle.
There's a source over at general accounting that tells us there's a whole rat's nest of illegal shit going on at C.R.E.E.P.
Bob: The money's the key to whatever this is. Ben: Says who? Simons: Deep Throat. Ben: Who? Simons: Oh, that's, uh, Woodward's garage freak.
Fait: This means nothing to me. Archie: Let me see it.
The truth is I can't figure out what we've got. What else you working on?