How Do You Know if a Guy Only Wants to Get in Your Pants

Sociology? Oh, you lot'll go far — that's if you live ... Just don't let your college degree get you killed 'cause I'yard liable to go killed along with ya.

When a naked man is chasing a woman through an aisle with a butcher pocketknife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cantankerous.

I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire vi shots or only 5?" Well, to tell y'all the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. Only being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to inquire yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

Dingy Harry is a 1971 film almost a San Francisco cop with little regard for rules, but who always gets results, tracking down a series killer who snipes at random victims.

Directed by Don Siegel. Written by Harry Julian Fink, Rita G. Fink, Dean Riesner, Terrence Malick (uncredited), and John Milius (uncredited).

Yous don't assign him to murder cases, You lot just turn him loose.^[taglines]

Harry Callahan [edit]

• You gotta be kidding. I don't got whatever time to break in any newcomers. Why don't you practise this male child a favor ... if I need a partner, I'll go me someone who knows what the hell he'southward doin'.
• [to Gonzalez] Sociology? Oh, you'll go far — that's if you live ... Just don't permit your college caste get you lot killed 'cause I'm liable to go killed along with ya.
• Now you know why they call me "Dirty Harry". I get every dirty chore that comes along.
• Gonzalez was obeying orders from his superior, me ... he didn't know anything about it. And when this mess is over, if he [the Chief] wants my bluecoat, well, he tin have that as well.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

• No wonder they call him Dirty Harry. Always get the shit-end of the stick.

Scorpio Killer [edit]

• [in annotation to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I will savour killing ane person every day until you pay me one hundred one thousand dollars ($100,000). If you agree say so tomorrow morning time in Personal Cavalcade San Francisco Chronicle and I will set up meeting. If I do not hear from you it volition be my adjacent pleasure to kill a Catholic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
• [in a letter] The double-crossing San Francisco police made me do this. Now ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. One homo with yellow bag, due south side, Marina Green, East Harbor, ix p.m., she has oxygen until three a.chiliad. tomorrow morning, red panties and bra, squeamish tits, mole on left thigh. Anything cute and you'll force me to let girl dice of slow suffocation. Scorpio
• [to Callahan, on the telephone] If I even remember yous're beingness followed, the girl dies. If you lot talk to anyone, I don't care if it'southward a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the daughter dies ... No car. I requite you a certain amount of fourth dimension to go from telephone booth to telephone booth. I ring four times. You don't answer by the fourth ring, I hang up and that's the stop of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I hope you're non stupid.
• [to Callahan] Left paw. Let's see the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That'south a big ane.
• [to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not yet, not however, don't pass out on me yet you rotten oinker! Do we understand each other? I said do we understand each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now heed upward cop, I inverse my listen. I'1000 going to let her dice, I just wanted you to know that. You hear me? I just wanted you to know that before I killed y'all![laughs crazily] Goodbye, Callahan!
• [in the hospital, with a battered face] They tried to frame me with the Deacon daughter murder, and now they're trying to murder me — and look at me, just look at me. I'chiliad supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and just look at what they did to me. Everywhere I go, cops follow me — and simply look at me.
• [to a school bus commuter] Hear me, you lot old hag, I'm telling you lot to drive or I'll decorate this double-decker with your brains.
• [in a note] To the City of San Francisco — Yous have double-crossed me for the concluding time. I'chiliad warning you to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet airplane ready and waiting. I volition call the Mayor'due south Function at one o'clock and tell you about the hostages who I volition exist happy to impale if you don't do exactly what I say. Scorpio.
• [final word to Callahan as he threatens to kill a young boy fishing] Driblet the gun, creep! I'll accident his brains out! [chuckles evilly] Drib the fucking gun!

Others [edit]

• Mayor: The City of San Francisco does non pay criminals non to commit crimes. Instead, we pay a police department.
• Lt. Al Bressler: Just go where you lot're told, do what yous're told, play it direct down the line ... Nothing cute, nothing fancy. Only pay the bribe money and report dorsum here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All correct, permit's have it.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Have what?

Mayor: Your report. What have you been doing?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the by three quarters of an hour, I have been sitting on my donkey in your outer office, waiting on you.

Lt. Al Bressler: Dammit all, Harry, that'southward the Mayor y'all're talking to! ...

Mayor: Won't you sit down Inspector Callahan? ... In that location'due south a madman loose, I've asked you what'southward being done, fair plenty?

Insp. Harry Callahan: We've got a dozen men checking identification files, checking on all known extortionists, roof top prowlers, rifle basics, peepers..

Lt. Al Bressler: Mr. Mayor — we've arranged for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols especially around the Catholic churches and schools and in the black areas.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Ballistics is checking on the slug. We're pretty sure it's a .thirty-06, seven lands and grooves, correct-paw twist ...

Lt. Al Bressler: Sir — we're running a figurer check on everybody in the files whose birthday falls between October 23rd and November 21st.

Mayor: Why?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.

Mayor: Thanks Inspector. Have any of you lot mentioned this annotation to anyone? How about you? (looking at Callahan)

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

Mayor: Your married woman, sweetheart, ... press?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

Mayor: All right. Give the message to the Chronicle. We'll agree to pay, just we'll tell him nosotros need time to get the money together.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Await a minute. Exercise I get this right? You're gonna play this creep's game?

Mayor: It'll get us more than breathing space.

Insp. Harry Callahan: It also might get somebody killed. Why don't y'all permit me meet with the son-of-a-bowwow?

Chief: No, none of that. You lot'd end up with a existent blood-bath.

Mayor: I concur with the Chief. We'll do it this fashion, all right?

Lt. Al Bressler: Cheers Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, let's go.

Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?

Mayor: I don't desire any more trouble similar you had final twelvemonth in the Fillmore District. Empathise? That's my policy.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yep, well, when an developed male is chasing a female person with intent to commit rape, I shoot the bastard; that'due south my policy.

Mayor: Intent? How did you lot establish that?

Insp. Harry Callahan: When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on, I effigy he isn't out collecting for the Scarlet Cross.

Mayor: [subsequently Callahan has left] I think he's got a indicate.

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[Harry visits his favorite diner]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Hey in that location, Jaffe; the usual.

Jaffe: The usual lunch or the usual dinner?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Well, what difference does that brand?

Jaffe: Not much.

[long intermission]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford still parked across in front end of the bank?

Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm yes. Tan Ford.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Engine running?

Jaffe: I don't know. How can I tell?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Frazzle fumes coming out of the tailpipe.

Jaffe: Oh my God, that'southward atrocious! Await at all that pollution.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yes. Do me a favor. [gives him slip of newspaper] Call this telephone number.

Jaffe: Police department?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there's a 2-11 in progress at the banking concern. Be sure and tell them that'due south in progress.

Jaffe: In progress. Yes sir.

[goes to phone and starts dialing]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Now, if they'll just wait for the cavalry to go far. [immediately, an alarm bell goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, shit!

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[After shooting several of the depository financial institution-robbers and stopping their getaway car by shooting the driver, Inspector Callahan approaches the front steps of the bank. The bank robber that Callahan shot showtime, wounding him and forcing him to driblet his shotgun, now makes an effort to call up it. He pauses equally he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]

Callahan: I know what you're thinking: "Did he burn down vi shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you lot've got to ask yourself i question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk?

[The thief gives up trying to think his shotgun; Callahan picks it up and starts to walk abroad, lowering the hammer.]

Thief: Hey! [Callahan turns around] I gots to know...

[Callahan recocks and aims his revolver and pulls the trigger, but the gun just clicks on an empty bedroom, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]

Thief: Son of a bitch...

• Note: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Moving-picture show Institute'southward listing of the elevation 100 movie quotations in American movie theatre.

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Doctor: Sure, Harry. Nosotros can save the leg. [takes out some scissors]

Callahan: What are you lot going to practise with those?

Physician: Going to cut your pants off.

Callahan: No. I'll take them off.

Doctor: It'll hurt.

Callahan: For $29.50, permit information technology hurt. You can turn your back if you're embarrassed ...

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Gonzales: Why practice they phone call ya "Muddy Harry"?

De Georgio: That's one matter about our Harry, he doesn't play any favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fat Dagos, Chinks, you name it.

Gonzales: How does he feel nearly Mexicans?

De Georgio: Enquire him.

Callahan:(says with a wink) Especially Spics.

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Callahan: These loonies. They ought to throw a net over the whole bunch of 'em.

Gonzales: I know what you hateful.

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Pedestrian: Hey, fruitcake, what do y'all retrieve you're doing?

Callahan: Get the hell out of the mode, hammerhead.

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Thug 1: What'due south in the bag, man?

Callahan: You dudes get lost now, ya hear?

Thug 2: Screw the bag.

Thug 3: Aye, simply give u.s. the wallet now.

(Harry clubs the third thug with the bag, then kicks their pal in the face up, then pulls his gun on the first thug)

Callahan: (seething in desperation) You don't listen besides skillful, do ya, asshole?

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Callahan: I'm Callahan.

Young man: My friends call me Alice, but I'll accept a dare.

Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the last time yous were busted?

Young Human being: If you're vice, I'll kill myself.

Callahan: Well, exercise it at home!

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Gonzalez: [virtually quitting the strength] I've been doing a lot of thinking most it. I take a pedagogy credential and I figure, what for, you know?

[pause]

Gonzalez'southward wife: I thought I could take information technology ... Whatever information technology takes to be a cop'southward married woman, I'm just not sure I'm making information technology. He really tries and these bastards, you know, Pig this, Pig that. Ah, but maybe it's when I watch him walk out that door at night, and I recall, what if this is the terminal fourth dimension I ever see him again ... doesn't it bulldoze your wife crazy?

Callahan: Nope.

Gonzalez'due south wife: Yous mean she got used to it.

Callahan: No, she never did really.

Gonzalez's wife: Well, what then?

Callahan: She's dead.

Gonzalez'southward married woman: Oh, please forgive me.

Callahan: She was driving home late 1 dark and a drunk crossed the center line. In that location was no reason for it, really.

Gonzalez'south wife: I'm so sorry.

Callahan: That'southward o.thousand. Look, I want you to tell Chico that I empathize, you know, him quitting. I-I remember he'south right. This is no life for you two.

Gonzalez'south wife: Why do you stay in information technology so?

Callahan: I don't know, I really don't.

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De Georgio: Illegal entry, no warrant.

Callahan: Looks like we climb.

De Georgio: Uh-uh. Too much linguine. I'll find some other manner.

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De Georgio: You demand any help?

Callahan: Proceed out and go some air, fatso.

De Georgio: You're the dominate.

Scorpio: (bleeding through his leg from a bullet wound) Please no more, I'm injure, tin't y'all run across I'm injure? You lot shot me, please don't, don't! Let me have a md ... Delight give me the physician, don't kill me!

Callahan: The girl, where is she?

Scorpio: You tried to kill me!

Callahan: If I tried that, your head'd be splattered all over this field. At present where'southward the daughter?

Scorpio: I desire a lawyer!

Callahan: I said, where'southward the girl?

Scorpio: I accept the right for a lawyer.

Callahan: Where's the girl?

Scorpio: I have the correct for a lawyer, don't shoot me, I accept rights, want a lawyer.......(now whimpers in pain equally Harry steps on his injury, causing still more suffering)

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Commune Attorney: I've just been looking over your arrest report. A very unusual piece of law work. Really astonishing.

Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.

District Attorney: You're lucky I'm non indicting yous for assault with intent to commit murder.

Callahan: What?!

District Attorney: Where the hell does it say you've got a right to kick down doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel. Where take you been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, you lot must have heard of the Quaternary Amendment. What I'grand saying is, that human being had rights.

Callahan: Well, I'thou all "broken up" well-nigh that man's rights.

District Attorney: You should be. I've got news for you, Callahan. As presently as he's well enough to exit the infirmary, he walks.

Callahan: What are you talking near?

District Attorney: He's free.

Callahan: You mean you're letting him get?

District Attorney: We have to, we tin't endeavor him.

Callahan: And why is that?

District Chaser: Considering I'm not wasting a half a million dollars of the taxpayer'southward money on a trial nosotros can't possibly win. The problem is, nosotros don't take whatsoever show.

Callahan: Evidence? What the hell practise you call that? [He gestures toward Scorpio'due south weapon]

District Chaser: I call it nothing, null.

Callahan: Are y'all trying to tell me that Ballistics can't friction match the bullet upwardly to this rifle?

District Attorney: It does not matter what Ballistics tin can do. This burglarize might make a nice souvenir. But it's inadmissible every bit evidence.

Callahan: And who says that?

District Attorney: It'south the law.

Callahan: Well so, the law is crazy!

District Attorney: This is Judge Bannerman of the appellate courtroom. He also holds classes in Constitutional Police force in Berkeley. I've asked him for an opinion — your Honor?

Judge Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the suspect's quarters was illegal. Evidence obtained thereby, such as that hunting rifle, for example, is inadmissible in court. You lot should have gotten a search warrant. I'k sorry, but information technology's that simple.

Callahan: Search warrant!? At that place was a girl dying.

District Attorney: She was in fact dead co-ordinate to the medical report.

Callahan: Only I didn't know that.

Judge: The courtroom would have to recognize the police officer's legitimate concern for the girl'south life, but in that location is no way they tin can possibly condone law torture. All evidence concerning the girl — the suspect'southward confession, all physical evidence — would accept to be excluded.

Callahan: (sighs) There must exist something you tin get him on.

Approximate: Without the evidence of the gun and the girl, (one-half chuckles) I couldn't convict him of spitting on the sidewalk. No, the suspect'due south rights were violated, under the Fourth and 5th and probably the Sixth and Fourteenth Amendments.

Callahan: And Anne Marie Deacon, what about her rights? I mean, she's raped and left in a pigsty to die. Who speaks for her?

District Attorney: The District Attorney'south role, if you'll let us. I've got a wife and three kids. I don't want him on the streets any more than than you lot do.

Callahan: Well, he won't be out there long.

District Attorney: What is that supposed to hateful?

Callahan: I mean sooner or later he'southward gonna stub his toe and then I'll be right there.

Commune Attorney: This office won't stand up for any harassment.

Callahan: You know, yous're crazy if you recall y'all've heard the last of this guy. He's gonna impale once more.

District Attorney: How do you lot know?

Callahan: 'Cause he likes it.

---

Chief: Have you been following that man?

Callahan: Yeah, I've been following him on my ain time. And everyone can tell I didn't do that to him.

Chief: How?

Callahan: Cause he looks too damn expert, that'south how!

---

Mayor: (on phone) The jet must be fueled and fix to go in a half an hour. Skeleton crew, they must be volunteers. Tell them the man is dangerous. Well, here, I'll read you this notation which was delivered at 8 o'clock this morn: "To the City of San Francisco. Yous have double-crossed me for the final time. I'm alarm y'all to accept my $200,000 in a jet airplane ready and waiting. I volition phone call Mayor'due south part at one o'clock and tell yous virtually the hostages who I will be happy to kill if you don't exercise exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, y'all better have somebody standing past — it could be a false alarm but don't count on it.

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Scorpio: It'due south very simple. I've got the kids and you start screwing around, the kids start dying. Is the plane ready?

Mayor: The jet is being fueled and set up to go at the airport. The money volition be in that location by the time you get there.

Scorpio: All right, now heed and listen very carefully. I'm going to exist driving along dainty and like shooting fish in a barrel, simply me and a motorcoach load of kids. I'one thousand going to plow off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my way to the Santa Rosa Airport. I don't want to encounter any police cars, helicopters, any. At present if you lot got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids will have a prissy little plane ride.

Mayor: Well, where are you lot going?

Scorpio: I'll tell the pilot when I get on the plane. No alerts, nothin'.

Mayor: I guarantee y'all you volition non be molested in any way. I give you my word of honor on it.

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Principal: Callahan? — you willing to take the coin to him?

Callahan: When are y'all people gonna cease messing around with this guy. He'due south gotta exist stopped now.

Mayor: He'southward got a bus load of kids and I tin can't take that chance. I gave my word of honor on it, and he will not be molested — and that'southward a directly order, Callahan!

Callahan: Well, y'all can simply get yourself some other commitment male child.

---

Scorpio: [singing] Row, row, row your gunkhole/gently down the stream/merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ...

Bus Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: What? What did you lot say?

Motorcoach Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: We're going to the ice-foam manufacturing plant and see how ice-cream's made. Now anybody who doesn't wanna go can get off right here.

Double-decker Kid: I wanna go home to my mommy.

Scorpio: [slaps the child] Stupid kid! Come on sing everyone! Sing or I'll go home and kill all your mommies, sing, sing!

---

[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent kid hostage at the edge of a cliff]

Scorpio: Drop the gun, creep!

[Callahan approaches Scorpio as the latter laughs manically]

Scorpio: I'll accident his brains out! [continues laughing manically]

[Callahan approaches Scorpio, .44 Magnum in hand]

Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!

[Callahan pretends to drop his gun, just to burn it at Scorpio, who lets the child go. Callahan so approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is about to recollect his]

Callahan: I know what you're thinking, punk. You lot're thinking "Did he burn down vi shots or only v?" Now, to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the near powerful handgun in the world and it will blow your caput clean off, you've gotta ask yourself a question: 'Do I feel lucky?

[Scorpio attempts to stand up and grab his gun]

Callahan: Well, do ya, punk?

[Scorpio laughs maniacally and retrieves his gun in an attempt to shoot Callahan, simply to be shot in the caput and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

• Become ahead, make my day.
  • The line "Go ahead, make my 24-hour interval" isn't uttered by Harry at any point in the picture. He instead starting time uttered it in 1983's Sudden Affect.
• Do you feel lucky, punk?
  • The line actually said in the film is, "You've got to inquire yourself i question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do yous, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

• You don't assign him to murder cases - you simply turn him loose.
• Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't break murder cases - he smashes them.
• Dirty Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry's the ane with the badge.
• Do you feel lucky, punk?
• With his .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the globe, Dirty Harry wipes out offense to hell.
• Clint Eastwood is "Dirty Harry". And boy, does he get all the dirty jobs.
• Marvelous!

Cast [edit]

• Clint Eastwood — Insp. Harry Callahan
• Harry Guardino — Lt. Al Bressler
• Reni Santoni — Insp. Chico Gonzalez
• John Vernon — The Mayor
• Andrew Robinson — Scorpio Killer
• John Larch — The Master
• John Mitchum — Insp. Frank DiGiorgio
• Ruth Kobart — Charabanc Driver
• Woodrow Parfrey — Mr. Jaffe
• Josef Sommer — Dist. Atty. William T. Rothko
• William Paterson — Judge Bannerman
• Curtis Mayfield — Thug who beats Scorpio (uncredited)

See also [edit]

• Magnum Force (1973)
• The Enforcer (1976)
• Sudden Impact (1983)
• The Dead Puddle (1988)

External links [edit]

• Muddy Harry quotes at the Internet Moving-picture show Database
• Muddied Harry at Rotten Tomatoes
• Dirty Harry at Filmsite.org
• A guide to filming locations seen in Dirty Harry

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