I Just Want You to Know That When I Picture Myself Happy. Its With You

Sociology? Oh, you'll go far — that's if yous live ... Just don't allow your higher degree get yous killed 'cause I'g liable to get killed along with ya.

When a naked homo is chasing a adult female through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Carmine Cross.

I know what you lot're thinking. "Did he burn down 6 shots or only v?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost runway myself. But being every bit this is a .44 Magnum, the virtually powerful handgun in the earth, and would blow your head clean off, you lot've got to enquire yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, practise ya, punk?

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

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

Y'all don't assign him to murder cases, You lot only turn him loose.^[taglines]

Harry Callahan [edit]

• You gotta exist kidding. I don't got any time to break in whatsoever newcomers. Why don't yous do this boy a favor ... if I need a partner, I'll get me someone who knows what the hell he's doin'.
• [to Gonzalez] Sociology? Oh, yous'll get far — that's if you live ... Just don't let your college degree get you killed 'cause I'm liable to get killed along with ya.
• Now yous know why they call me "Muddy Harry". I get every dingy job that comes along.
• Gonzalez was obeying orders from his superior, me ... he didn't know annihilation about information technology. And when this mess is over, if he [the Primary] wants my bluecoat, well, he tin can accept that too.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

• No wonder they call him Muddy Harry. Always go the shit-end of the stick.

Scorpio Killer [edit]

• [in note to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I volition savor killing i person every twenty-four hours until you pay me i hundred grand dollars ($100,000). If you lot agree say and so tomorrow morn in Personal Column San Francisco Chronicle and I will set up coming together. If I do non hear from you information technology will be my next pleasure to kill a Catholic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
• [in a letter] The double-crossing San Francisco police made me do this. At present ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. Ane human with yellow handbag, south side, Marina Green, East Harbor, 9 p.m., she has oxygen until 3 a.thou. tomorrow morning, carmine panties and bra, nice tits, mole on left thigh. Anything cute and you'll forcefulness me to let girl dice of ho-hum suffocation. Scorpio
• [to Callahan, on the phone] If I even think yous're being followed, the girl dies. If you lot talk to anyone, I don't intendance if information technology'southward a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the daughter dies ... No car. I give you a certain corporeality of time to get from telephone booth to phone berth. I ring iv times. You don't reply by the quaternary ring, I hang up and that'southward the stop of the game. The daughter dies ... Cop! ... I hope yous're not stupid.
• [to Callahan] Left hand. Let'due south run into the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That'south a big 1.
• [to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not yet, not yet, don't laissez passer out on me all the same you rotten oinker! Do we understand each other? I said practice we empathise each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now listen up cop, I changed my mind. I'yard going to allow her die, I just wanted you lot to know that. You lot hear me? I just wanted you to know that before I killed you![laughs crazily] Goodbye, Callahan!
• [in the hospital, with a battered face] They tried to frame me with the Deacon girl murder, and now they're trying to murder me — and look at me, only look at me. I'1000 supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and just wait at what they did to me. Everywhere I go, cops follow me — and only wait at me.
• [to a school bus driver] Hear me, you old hag, I'm telling yous to bulldoze or I'll decorate this bus with your brains.
• [in a notation] To the City of San Francisco — You accept double-crossed me for the last time. I'thousand warning yous to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet aeroplane ready and waiting. I volition call the Mayor's Function at one o'clock and tell you nearly the hostages who I will be happy to kill if you don't exercise exactly what I say. Scorpio.
• [last word to Callahan as he threatens to kill a immature boy fishing] Drop the gun, creep! I'll blow his brains out! [chuckles evilly] Driblet the fucking gun!

Others [edit]

• Mayor: The City of San Francisco does not pay criminals not to commit crimes. Instead, we pay a law department.
• Lt. Al Bressler: Just get where yous're told, do what you're told, play it straight downward the line ... Null cute, zippo fancy. Just pay the ransom money and report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All right, let's accept it.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Have what?

Mayor: Your study. What have you lot been doing?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the past 3 quarters of an hour, I have been sitting on my donkey in your outer office, waiting on you lot.

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

Mayor: Won't yous sit down Inspector Callahan? ... There's a madman loose, I've asked yous what's existence done, off-white plenty?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nosotros've got a dozen men checking identification files, checking on all known extortionists, roof top prowlers, burglarize nuts, peepers..

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

Insp. Harry Callahan: Ballistics is checking on the slug. Nosotros're pretty certain it'southward a .30-06, vii lands and grooves, right-mitt twist ...

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

Mayor: Why?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.

Mayor: Thank you Inspector. Have whatsoever of y'all mentioned this note to anyone? How about you? (looking at Callahan)

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

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

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

Mayor: All correct. Give the message to the Chronicle. We'll agree to pay, only we'll tell him we need fourth dimension to become the money together.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Wait a minute. Exercise I get this right? You're gonna play this pitter-patter's game?

Mayor: It'll get the states more breathing space.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Information technology as well might get somebody killed. Why don't you permit me meet with the son-of-a-bitch?

Chief: No, none of that. You'd end up with a real claret-bath.

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

Lt. Al Bressler: Thank you Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, let'southward become.

Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?

Mayor: I don't want any more trouble like you had last yr in the Fillmore Commune. Sympathize? That'due south my policy.

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

Mayor: Intent? How did you plant that?

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

Mayor: [after Callahan has left] I retrieve he's got a bespeak.

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[Harry visits his favorite diner]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Hey there, Jaffe; the usual.

Jaffe: The usual lunch or the usual dinner?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Well, what deviation does that make?

Jaffe: Not much.

[long suspension]

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

Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm aye. 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 awful! Wait at all that pollution.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Practise me a favor. [gives him sideslip of paper] Call this telephone number.

Jaffe: Police department?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks at that place's a 2-11 in progress at the bank. Be certain and tell them that's in progress.

Jaffe: In progress. Yeah sir.

[goes to phone and starts dialing]

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

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

Callahan: I know what y'all're thinking: "Did he fire half-dozen 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 well-nigh powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself i question: 'Practise I experience lucky?' Well, do y'all, punk?

[The thief gives upward trying to retrieve his shotgun; Callahan picks it upwardly and starts to walk away, 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 chamber, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]

Thief: Son of a bitch...

• Note: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Film Plant's listing of the top 100 movie quotations in American cinema.

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Doctor: Sure, Harry. We tin save the leg. [takes out some pair of scissors]

Callahan: What are you going to do with those?

Physician: Going to cut your pants off.

Callahan: No. I'll take them off.

Doctor: It'll hurt.

Callahan: For $29.fifty, let it hurt. Y'all can turn your back if you're embarrassed ...

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Gonzales: Why practise they call ya "Muddy Harry"?

De Georgio: That'south one affair virtually our Harry, he doesn't play any favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fatty Dagos, Chinks, you name it.

Gonzales: How does he experience nearly Mexicans?

De Georgio: Ask him.

Callahan:(says with a wink) Particularly 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 mean.

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

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

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Thug i: What's in the purse, man?

Callahan: Y'all dudes get lost now, ya hear?

Thug 2: Spiral the bag.

Thug 3: Yeah, simply give us the wallet at present.

(Harry clubs the tertiary thug with the bag, so kicks their pal in the face, then pulls his gun on the commencement thug)

Callahan: (seething in agony) Y'all don't listen too good, practice ya, asshole?

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Callahan: I'grand Callahan.

Beau: My friends call me Alice, simply I'll take a dare.

Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the final fourth dimension you lot were busted?

Beau: If you're vice, I'll kill myself.

Callahan: Well, do it at home!

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Gonzalez: [well-nigh quitting the strength] I've been doing a lot of thinking about it. I accept a teaching credential and I figure, what for, you know?

[pause]

Gonzalez's wife: I thought I could have information technology ... Whatever it takes to be a cop'south wife, I'k just not sure I'1000 making information technology. He actually tries and these bastards, you know, Pig this, Pig that. Ah, only mayhap it'south when I watch him walk out that door at night, and I think, what if this is the last fourth dimension I ever come across him again ... doesn't it bulldoze your married woman crazy?

Callahan: Nope.

Gonzalez'southward wife: You mean she got used to information technology.

Callahan: No, she never did actually.

Gonzalez's married woman: Well, what then?

Callahan: She'south dead.

Gonzalez'south wife: Oh, delight forgive me.

Callahan: She was driving dwelling late 1 night and a drunkard crossed the center line. There was no reason for it, really.

Gonzalez's wife: I'm and then deplorable.

Callahan: That's o.1000. Look, I desire you to tell Chico that I sympathize, you know, him quitting. I-I think he's right. This is no life for you two.

Gonzalez's wife: Why exercise you stay in information technology and so?

Callahan: I don't know, I actually 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 way.

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De Georgio: You need any assistance?

Callahan: Go on out and get some air, fatso.

De Georgio: You're the dominate.

Scorpio: (bleeding through his leg from a bullet wound) Please no more than, I'm hurt, tin't you see I'm hurt? You shot me, please don't, don't! Let me have a doctor ... Please requite me the doctor, don't impale 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. Now where's the girl?

Scorpio: I want a lawyer!

Callahan: I said, where's the girl?

Scorpio: I accept the right for a lawyer.

Callahan: Where's the girl?

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

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District Chaser: I've just been looking over your abort report. A very unusual piece of police force work. Actually amazing.

Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.

District Attorney: Y'all're lucky I'm not indicting you for assault with intent to commit murder.

Callahan: What?!

Commune Attorney: Where the hell does it say you lot've got a right to kick downward doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel. Where have you been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, you must have heard of the 4th Subpoena. What I'm proverb is, that man had rights.

Callahan: Well, I'm all "cleaved up" well-nigh that human being's rights.

District Attorney: You should be. I've got news for you, Callahan. As before long every bit he's well enough to leave the hospital, he walks.

Callahan: What are you talking almost?

District Attorney: He's free.

Callahan: You hateful you're letting him go?

Commune Attorney: Nosotros have to, nosotros can't try him.

Callahan: And why is that?

District Attorney: Because I'yard not wasting a one-half a 1000000 dollars of the taxpayer's money on a trial we tin't possibly win. The problem is, we don't have any evidence.

Callahan: Evidence? What the hell do you call that? [He gestures toward Scorpio's weapon]

District Attorney: I call information technology nix, zero.

Callahan: Are you trying to tell me that Ballistics can't friction match the bullet up to this burglarize?

Commune Attorney: Information technology does not matter what Ballistics can practice. This rifle might make a nice souvenir. But it's inadmissible as evidence.

Callahan: And who says that?

Commune Attorney: Information technology's the law.

Callahan: Well then, the law is crazy!

District Attorney: This is Approximate Bannerman of the appellate court. He too holds classes in Constitutional Law in Berkeley. I've asked him for an opinion — your Honor?

Approximate Bannerman: Well, in my stance, the search of the suspect's quarters was illegal. Evidence obtained thereby, such as that hunting rifle, for instance, is inadmissible in court. You should have gotten a search warrant. I'm sorry, but it's that simple.

Callahan: Search warrant!? In that location was a daughter dying.

Commune Attorney: She was in fact dead according to the medical study.

Callahan: But I didn't know that.

Estimate: The court would have to recognize the police officer'south legitimate business for the girl'due south life, but at that place is no way they can peradventure condone police torture. All evidence concerning the daughter — the suspect's confession, all physical prove — would take to be excluded.

Callahan: (sighs) There must be something y'all tin get him on.

Judge: Without the bear witness of the gun and the girl, (half chuckles) I couldn't convict him of spitting on the sidewalk. No, the doubtable'southward rights were violated, under the Fourth and Fifth and probably the Sixth and Fourteenth Amendments.

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

District Attorney: The District Attorney'southward part, if you'll let u.s.a.. I've got a married woman and three kids. I don't want him on the streets any more y'all do.

Callahan: Well, he won't be out at that place long.

District Chaser: What is that supposed to hateful?

Callahan: I mean sooner or later he's gonna stub his toe and and then I'll be correct in that location.

Commune Chaser: This role won't stand for any harassment.

Callahan: You lot know, you're crazy if y'all call up you've heard the last of this guy. He'southward gonna kill once again.

District Attorney: How do you know?

Callahan: 'Cause he likes it.

---

Chief: Take y'all been following that human?

Callahan: Yeah, I've been post-obit him on my own time. And everyone can tell I didn't do that to him.

Chief: How?

Callahan: Cause he looks likewise damn practiced, that's how!

---

Mayor: (on phone) The jet must be fueled and ready to go in a half an hour. Skeleton crew, they must be volunteers. Tell them the human is dangerous. Well, here, I'll read yous this note which was delivered at 8 o'clock this morning: "To the City of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the final time. I'chiliad alarm you to have my $200,000 in a jet aeroplane fix and waiting. I will phone call Mayor's function at one o'clock and tell you almost the hostages who I will exist happy to kill if you don't practice exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, y'all better take somebody standing past — information technology could exist a fake alert but don't count on it.

---

Scorpio: It'due south very simple. I've got the kids and you offset screwing effectually, the kids get-go dying. Is the plane ready?

Mayor: The jet is being fueled and ready to become at the airport. The money will exist there by the time you become there.

Scorpio: All right, now listen and heed very carefully. I'm going to exist driving along nice and easy, simply me and a bus load of kids. I'one thousand going to turn off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my mode to the Santa Rosa Aerodrome. I don't want to encounter any police cars, helicopters, whatever. Now if you got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids volition have a nice little plane ride.

Mayor: Well, where are yous going?

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

Mayor: I guarantee you you volition not exist molested in any way. I give you my word of honor on it.

---

Chief: Callahan? — you willing to take the money to him?

Callahan: When are you people gonna stop messing around with this guy. He'southward gotta be stopped now.

Mayor: He's got a autobus load of kids and I tin can't take that run a risk. I gave my word of laurels on it, and he will non be molested — and that'south a direct order, Callahan!

Callahan: Well, you can just get yourself another delivery male child.

---

Scorpio: [singing] Row, row, row your boat/gently downward the stream/merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ...

Bus Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: What? What did you say?

Bus Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: Nosotros're going to the ice-cream manufactory and see how ice-cream's made. Now everyone who doesn't wanna go can go off right hither.

Bus Kid: I wanna go abode to my mommy.

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

---

[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent child hostage at the border of a cliff]

Scorpio: Drop the gun, creep!

[Callahan approaches Scorpio every bit the latter laughs manically]

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

[Callahan approaches Scorpio, .44 Magnum in hand]

Scorpio: Driblet the fucking gun!

[Callahan pretends to drop his gun, only to fire it at Scorpio, who lets the kid go. Callahan and then approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is most to retrieve his]

Callahan: I know what yous're thinking, punk. Yous're thinking "Did he burn down half-dozen shots or simply five?" Now, to tell y'all the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But beingness this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and it volition blow your caput clean off, you've gotta ask yourself a question: 'Practice I feel lucky?

[Scorpio attempts to stand and take hold of his gun]

Callahan: Well, practice ya, punk?

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

Misattributed [edit]

• Go ahead, brand my day.
  • The line "Go ahead, brand my 24-hour interval" isn't uttered by Harry at any signal in the film. He instead first uttered information technology in 1983's Sudden Impact.
• Do you feel lucky, punk?
  • The line actually said in the film is, "You lot've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, practice you, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

• You don't assign him to murder cases - yous just turn him loose.
• Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't break murder cases - he smashes them.
• Dirty Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry's the 1 with the badge.
• Practice you feel lucky, punk?
• With his .44 Magnum, the almost powerful handgun in the world, Dirty Harry wipes out crime to hell.
• Clint Eastwood is "Dirty Harry". And male child, 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 Chief
• John Mitchum — Insp. Frank DiGiorgio
• Ruth Kobart — Coach Driver
• Woodrow Parfrey — Mr. Jaffe
• Josef Sommer — Dist. Atty. William T. Rothko
• William Paterson — Judge Bannerman
• Curtis Mayfield — Thug who beats Scorpio (uncredited)

Meet also [edit]

• Magnum Force (1973)
• The Enforcer (1976)
• Sudden Touch on (1983)
• The Dead Pool (1988)

External links [edit]

• Dirty Harry quotes at the Internet Movie Database
• Dirty Harry at Rotten Tomatoes
• Dirty Harry at Filmsite.org
• A guide to filming locations seen in Dirty Harry

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