Monsieur Spade
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Sam: I don't think you and I are having the same conversation.
Philippe: Of course we are.
Sam: Then you're either really dumb, or you're trying to provoke me, which also makes you really dumb, or you're just what everybody says you are.
Philippe: Handsome. Devil may care.
Sam: Whatever you are and whatever you want me to think you are, you're not drunk, you're not bored, and you're not all that interesting, so you can knock off that bug act and listen to what I have to say. I promise to be quick, you can get back to your sulking, and I can get back to the States where people don't butter their fucking fruit.
So, tell me, if we do not actually fire the weapon, will your God forgive us for Philippe’s death?
Patrice [to Mother Superior]
Marguerite: You may think you understand him, but you make him feel small. You make most men feel small.
Sam: That’s because they don’t know me. Then I’ve never much cared what other thought of me.
Marguerite: Not caring doesn’t make one bulletproof.
Sam: You should needlepoint that one on a pillow.
Oh, look George, at how he’s captured the flesh tones of this lovely naked lady.
Mrs. Fitzsimmons
Sam: You weren’t afraid?
Teresa: I had my knife. Though, sadly, I lost it.
Sam: In the chapel?
Teresa: In the monk.
Patrice: Tell me, Sam. Outside of the antique Gabrielle got you for St. Valentine’s or whatever, do you still possess a working pistol?
Sam: Anyone who wants to shoot me will have to bring their own gun.
Patrice: I have no idea what that means, but it has the ring of your usual moral foolishness. Still, there’s a madman running around. You might want to protect yourself with something more reliable than just your wits.
I’ll tell you what. You stay and wait for your father to show up; smoke to your lungs’ content. I’ll be back at sundown. If you’re still hanging around, you’ll come home with me. If not, it’s swell knowing you, and I hope you and Philippe have a nice life on the run.
Sam
Henri: I must confess. Since I was a child, you’ve been my hero.
Sam: Your hero?
Henri: Oui.
Sam: [disrobing] My advice? Trade up.
I couldn’t tell you what sort of man I am other than I keep my promises, particularly when I’m paid to.
Sam: You speak perfect English.
Gabrielle: I had a good teacher.
Sam: Another talent I lack.
Gabrielle: Teaching?
Sam: Learning.
Gabrielle: You just have to be taught by someone you want to listen to.
Sam: I’m all ears.
Samuel Spade. Stupid fucking name.
Maurice [in French]
Well, there’s plenty of ways of getting rid of a man without killing him, especially when there’s a war on.
Sam
