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In the midst of a searing Florida heat wave, a woman convinces her lover, a small-town lawyer, to murder her rich husband.
Matty: [to Ned] You aren't too smart, are you? I like that in a man. Ned: What else do you like? Lazy? Ugly? Horny? I got 'em all. Matty: You don't look lazy.
[Ned is getting the arson set-up from Teddy] Teddy Lewis: I got a serious question for you: What the fuck are you doing? This is not shit for you to be messin' with. Are you ready to hear something? I want you to see if this sounds familiar: any time you try a decent crime, you got fifty ways you're gonna fuck up. If you think of twenty-five of them, then you're a genius... and you ain't no genius. You remember who told me that? [Ned nods, "yes"]
Ned: You can stand here with me if you want but you'll have to agree not to talk about the heat. Matty: I'm a married woman. Ned: Meaning what? Matty: Meaning I'm not looking for company. Ned: Then you should have said I'm a happily married woman.
Matty: What are you doing in Pine Haven? Ned: I'm no yokel, I was all the way to Miami once.
Ned: I need someone to take care of me, someone to rub my tired muscles, smooth out my sheets. Matty: Get married. Ned: I just need it for tonight.
Judge: Mr. Racine, the next time you come into my courtroom I hope you've got either a better defense, or a better class of client.
Peter: I'm really disappointed in you, Racine. I've been living vicariously off of you for years. You shut up on me now, all I have is my wife.
Matty: Would you get me a paper towel or something? Dip it in some cold water. Ned: Right away. I'll even wipe if off for you. Matty: You don't want to lick it?
Ned: Sometimes the shit comes down so heavy I feel like I should wear a hat.
Ned: How's the cop business, Oscar? Oscar: Real good. Always starts hopping in weather like this. When it gets this hot, people try to kill each other.
Ned: You better take me up on this quick. In about 45 minutes, I'm going to give up and go away.
Ned: Can I buy you a drink? Matty: I told you. I've got a husband. Ned: I'll buy him one too. Matty: He's out of town. Ned: My favorite kind. We'll drink to him. Matty: Only comes up on weekends. Ned: I'm liking him better all the time.
Ned: Maybe you shouldn't dress like that. Matty: This is a blouse and a skirt. I don't know what you're talking about. Ned: You shouldn't wear that body.
Peter: I think I've underestimated you, Ned. I don't know why it took me so long. You've started using your incompetence as a weapon. Ned: My defense was evolving. You guys got scared.
Oscar: Whatcha got for pie today, Stella? Stella: I got cherry, cherry and cherry. Oscar: Well, what do you recommend? Stella: I like the cherry. Oscar: Bring it on.
Peter: Assistant County Prosecutor is not the end of the line for me. Ned: No, no. Someday, Deputy County Prosecutor.
Ned: Hey lady, ya wanna fuck? Mary Ann: Gee, I don't know. Maybe. This sure is a friendly town.
Matty: Well, some men, once they get a whiff of it, they trail you like a hound.
Matty: My temperature runs a couple of degrees high, around a hundred. I don't mind. It's the engine or something. Ned: Maybe you need a tune up. Matty: Don't tell me. You have just the right tool.
Ned: I like this place; it's got a nice feel. Matty: You were on top. Ned: So it could use a better mattress. See to it, will you? Matty: Yes, sir.
Matty: Ned, this is Mary Ann. Mary Ann: We were just meeting. Ned made me feel very welcome.
Miles Hardin: [to the other participants in a meeting concerning Edmund Walker's will] Would anybody mind if I smoked? [Immediately, everyone else in the meeting except for Peter Lowenstein lights up a cigarette or other tobacco product] Peter: [after one of the other participants offers him a cigarette] No, I don't need my own, I'll just breathe the air.