Detective Philip Marlowe tries to help a friend who is accused of murdering his wife.

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Philip Marlowe: It's okay with me.
Philip Marlowe: Excuse me, I don't see any Courry Brand cat food here.
Supermarket clerk: Some what?
Philip Marlowe: Some Courry Brand cat...
Supermarket clerk: Could you spell that?
Philip Marlowe: Courry Brand, C-O-U-R-R...
Supermarket clerk: Oh, we're all out of that. Why don't you get this. All this shit is the same anyways.
Philip Marlowe: You don't happen to have a cat by any chance?
Supermarket clerk: What do I need a cat for, I've got a girl.
Philip Marlowe: Ha, ha. He's got a girl, I got a cat.
Marty Augustine: Your friend was a murderer and a thief.
Philip Marlowe: That's a lie. I know he didn't kill her.
Marty Augustine: Let me tell you something else. It's a minor crime, to kill your wife. The major crime is that he stole my money. Your friend stole my money, and the penalty for that is capital punishment.
Roger Wade aka Billy Joe Smith: What'll you have?
Philip Marlowe: What are you drinking?
Roger Wade aka Billy Joe Smith: What I'm drinking is called Aquavit.
Philip Marlowe: I'm drinking what you're drinking.
Roger Wade aka Billy Joe Smith: Well God bless you. I like to hear that. People these days go, "Oh, I want a little of this. Oh, and a little of that and a twist of lemmon." Balls!
Philip Marlowe: Nobody cares but me.
Terry Lennox: Well that's you, Marlowe. You'll never learn, you're a born loser.
Philip Marlowe: Yeah, I even lost my cat.
Colony guard: Oh. Hi, Mr. Lennox. Say, you're up kinda late.
Terry Lennox: Come on, lay it on me.
Colony guard: Okay. Let's see, I didn't - Barbara Stanwyck, I've been working on Barbara Stanwyck.
[as Barbara Stanwyck]
Colony guard: 'I don't understand. I don't understand it at all. I've never understood it, Walter. I just don't understand why I don't understand it all. I don't...
Terry Lennox: Okay, just remember that and you'll be alright.
Philip Marlowe: Who were the three DiMaggio brothers?
Terry Lennox: Vince, Dom, and, uh, Joe?
Philip Marlowe: Joltin' Joe, yeah.
Det. Green: My, my, you are a pretty asshole.
Philip Marlowe: Yeah, my mother always tells me that.
Marty Augustine: I didn't have any pubic hair until I was 15 years old.
Philip Marlowe: Oh yeah, you must have looked like one of the Three Little Pigs.
Roger Wade aka Billy Joe Smith: You know, if I could just get you to understand that when a writer can't write, it's just like being impotent.
Eileen Wade: I understand what that's like, too.
Roger Wade aka Billy Joe Smith: Oh, you do, do you? You do? BALLS, BABY, BALLS!
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Philip Marlowe: That's OK with me.
Roger Wade aka Billy Joe Smith: Do you ever think about suicide, Marlboro?
Philip Marlowe: Me, I don't believe in it.
[Marlowe is being interrogated. Green and Farmer watch from behind the mirror]
Det. Green: There he is, a real cutie pie.
Det. Farmer: He's a smartass.
Det. Green: That's what I meant.
Det. Farmer: Why don't you learn to say what you mean?
Roger Wade aka Billy Joe Smith: I tell you what we're gonna do, Marlboro. You're gonna take that goddamn J.C. Penney tie off and we're gonna have an old fashioned man to man drinking party.
Philip Marlowe: Well, that's okay but I'm not taking off the tie.
[Augustine has found a $5000 bill in Marlowe's pocket]
Marty Augustine: What's that?
Philip Marlowe: A picture of James Madison.
Marty Augustine: It's a $5000 bill.
Philip Marlowe: I know.
Marty Augustine: Where'd you get this?
Philip Marlowe: A box of crackerjacks, came as a prize.
Dave aka Socrates: [rambling from his prison cell] "Possession" is what you get in here now. Possession of noses, possession of gonads, possession of life. It's a weird world. Listen, some day, some day, all the pigs are gonna be in here, and the people are gonna be out there.
Philip Marlowe: You can bet on that. Listen Dave, remember, you're not in here, it's just your body.
Philip Marlowe: [Riley is playing Williams and Mercer's "The Long Goodbye" on the piano] You practicing for the Hit Parade?
Riley: Gotta learn this goddamn thing... he thinks it'll beef up the lunch trade.
Philip Marlowe: [surveying the empty bar] Yeah, I don't see anybody waitin' on line.
Riley: As cheap as I work, he cannot lose.
Roger Wade aka Billy Joe Smith: [on Dr. Verringer to party guests as Verrigner stands before him] You know, this son of a bitch - let me tell you one thing about this bastard. He is the epitome of what's wrong - with this world - he really is actually, 'cause he pretends to cure people. Can you cure people?
Det. Green: Your name Marlowe?
Philip Marlowe: No, my name is Sidney, uh, Jenkins.
Det. Green: Come on inside, Marlowe, we want to talk to you.
Eileen Wade: Listen, would you like something to eat?
Philip Marlowe: Yeah, I guess if you've got some cold bologna, mayonnaise and bread I'll hang around for a while.
Det. Dayton: Here he is, Lieutenant, a real cutie pie.
Detective: Listen - what are you here for, Marlowe?
Philip Marlowe: [smearing fingerprint ink under his eyes] Well I'm here 'cause I'm gettin' ready for the big game Saturday. You know, we're playing Notre Dame and I hope I catch a touchdown pass.
Marty Augustine: [to Joanne] Look at that face. Is that a face for a magazine cover? The profile. You're beautiful, and I love you. I sleep with a lot of women; I make love to you. The single most important person in my life, next to my family. Is that right, Pepe? Huh?
[smashes a coke bottle on her face]
Marty Augustine: Get her out of here!
[to Marlowe]
Marty Augustine: Now, that's someone I love! And you I don't even like! You got an assignment, cheapie: find my money!
Det. Green: He's the cutie pie, you're the smartass, you little honky bastard.
Philip Marlowe: Listen Harry, in case you lose me in traffic, this is the address where I'm going. You look great.
Harry: Thank you.
Philip Marlowe: I'd straighten your tie a little bit. Harry, I'm proud to have you following me.
Dr. Verringer: I apologize for this intrusion, Mrs. Wade, but your husband dislikes paying his bills. I'm sorry; in future I must refuse to accept him as a patient.
Philip Marlowe: Well we don't accept you as a doctor, quack.