The Usual Suspects

Verbal Kint: What the cops never figured out, and what I know now, was that these men would never break, never lie down, never bend over for anybody. Anybody.

Dave Kujan: Do you know a dealer named Ruby Deamer, Verbal?
Verbal Kint: Do you know a religious guy named John Paul?
Dave Kujan: Did you know Ruby's in Attica?
Verbal Kint: He didn't have my lawyer.

Jeff Rabin: I'm telling you this guy is protected from up on high by the Prince of Darkness.

Keaton: I'm a businessman now.
Cop: Yeah? What's that, the restaurant business? No. From now on, you're in the gettin'-fucked-by-us business.

Verbal Kint: Back when I was picking beans in Guatemala, we used to make fresh coffee, right off the trees I mean. That was good. This is shit but, hey, I'm in a police station.

Verbal Kint: Oh gee, thanks Dave, bang-up job so far. Extortion, coercion; you'll pardon me if I ask you to kiss my pucker.

Verbal Kint: You think you can catch Keyser Soze? You think a guy like that comes this close to getting caught, and sticks his head out? If he comes up for anything it'll be to get rid of me. After that... my guess is you'll never hear from him again.

[Keaton is introducing quiet Verbal to the other suspects in the cell.]
Keaton: His name is Verbal. Verbal Kint.
McManus: Verbal?
Keaton: Yeah.
Verbal: Roger, really. People say I talk too much.
Hockney: Yeah, I was just about to tell you to shut up.

[After being strip-searched.]
Fenster: Man, I had a finger up my asshole tonight!
Hockney: Is it Friday already?

Fenster: The way I hear it, Soze is some kind of butcher. A pitiless, psycho, fucked-up butcher.

[Suspects in a lineup are asked to read a phrase.]
Cop: Number 1, step forward.
Hockney: Hand me the keys, you fucking cocksucker.
Cop: Number 2, step forward.
McManus: Give me the fucking keys, you fucking cocksucking motherfucker, aaarrrghh!
Cop: Knock it off! Get back! Number 3, step forward.
Fenster: [laughing] Hand me the keys, you cocksucker!
Cop: In English, please?
Fenster: Excuse me?
Cop: In English.
Fenster: Hand me the fucking keys, you cocksucker, what the fuck?

Verbal Kint: I just can't believe we're going to walk into certain death!

Fred Fenster: Ohh, is that the one about the hooker with, um, dysentery?

Cop: I can put you in Queens on the night of the hijacking.
Hockney: Really? I live in Queens, did you put that together yourself, Einstein? Got a team of monkeys working around the clock on this?

Kobayashi: One cannot be betrayed if one has no people.

Hockney: What about it, pretzel man, what's your story?

Fenster: He'll flip ya. He'll flip ya for real.

Verbal Kint: To a cop the explanation's always simple. There's no mystery to the street, no arch criminal behind it all. It if you find a body and you think his brother did it, you're gonna find out you're right.

Special Agent Dave Kujan: Let me tell you something. I'm smarter than you are. I'm going to get it out of you whether you like it or not.

Verbal Kint: Keaton once said, "I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of him." Well I believe in God, and the only thing that scares me is Keyser Soze.

Verbal Kint: And I'm not just talkin' fat, I'm talkin' ORCA fat.

Verbal Kint: The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.

McManus: There's nothing that can't be done.

Kujan: He was dead just long enough for the murder rap to blow over. And then he had lunch.

McManus: [preparing to snipe] Old McDonald had a farm, ee-aye, ee-aye, oh. And on this farm he shot some guys. Ba-da-bip, ba-da-bing, bang-boom.

[Counting victims as he snipes at them.]
McManus: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7... Oswald was a fag.

Verbal Kint: How do you shoot the devil in the back? What if you miss?

Verbal: And then he showed these men of will what will really is.

Verbal Kint: It didn't make sense that I'd be there. I mean, these guys were hard-core hijackers, but there I was. I wasn't scared, I knew I hadn't done anything they could do me for. Besides, it was fun. I got to make like I was notorious.

Fred Fenster: So who the goddamned piss-hell stole the fuckin' truck?

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