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Sociology? Oh, yous'll make it — that's if you live ... Only don't let your college degree get you killed 'cause I'm liable to go killed along with ya.

When a naked man is chasing a woman through an aisle with a butcher knife and a hard-on, I effigy he isn't out collecting for the Ruby Cross.

I know what y'all're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or simply 5?" Well, to tell you lot the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But existence every bit this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, yous've got to ask yourself one question: "Practice I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

Dirty Harry is a 1971 moving-picture show about a San Francisco cop with little regard for rules, but who ever gets results, tracking down a serial killer who snipes at random victims.

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

You don't assign him to murder cases, You just plough him loose.^[taglines]

Harry Callahan [edit]

• You gotta be kidding. I don't got any fourth dimension to intermission in any newcomers. Why don't y'all exercise this boy a favor ... if I need a partner, I'll get me someone who knows what the hell he's doin'.
• [to Gonzalez] Folklore? Oh, you'll go far — that'due south if you alive ... Just don't let your college caste become you killed 'crusade I'm liable to go killed along with ya.
• Now y'all know why they phone call me "Dirty Harry". I get every muddy job that comes along.
• Gonzalez was obeying orders from his superior, me ... he didn't know anything almost information technology. And when this mess is over, if he [the Chief] wants my bluecoat, well, he can have that too.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

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

Scorpio Killer [edit]

• [in note to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I volition enjoy killing one person every twenty-four hour period until you pay me i hundred chiliad dollars ($100,000). If you agree say so tomorrow morning in Personal Cavalcade San Francisco Relate and I will set up coming together. If I do not hear from you information technology volition exist my adjacent pleasure to kill a Catholic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
• [in a letter] The double-crossing San Francisco police made me practice this. Now ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. One homo with yellow bag, south side, Marina Dark-green, E Harbor, nine p.m., she has oxygen until three a.m. tomorrow morning time, scarlet panties and bra, dainty tits, mole on left thigh. Anything beautiful and y'all'll force me to let girl die of slow suffocation. Scorpio
• [to Callahan, on the phone] If I even think you're being followed, the girl dies. If y'all talk to anyone, I don't care if it's a Pekinese pissing confronting a lamppost, the girl dies ... No car. I give y'all a certain amount of time to go from phone booth to phone berth. I ring four times. You don't reply by the fourth ring, I hang upward and that's the terminate of the game. The daughter dies ... Cop! ... I hope you're not stupid.
• [to Callahan] Left hand. Let's run across the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That'due south a large 1.
• [to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me at present cop! No, no, no, no, no, not yet, not nonetheless, don't pass out on me yet you lot rotten oinker! Do we sympathise each other? I said practise we understand each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now heed upwards cop, I inverse my mind. I'chiliad going to let her die, I just wanted you to know that. You hear me? I just wanted y'all to know that earlier 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 await at me, just look at me. I'm supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and just look at what they did to me. Everywhere I get, cops follow me — and just look at me.
• [to a schoolhouse autobus commuter] Hear me, you lot old hag, I'm telling you to bulldoze or I'll decorate this autobus with your brains.
• [in a note] To the City of San Francisco — You lot accept double-crossed me for the last time. I'm warning you to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet airplane set up and waiting. I will call the Mayor's Office at ane o'clock and tell you about the hostages who I will be happy to impale if you don't practice exactly what I say. Scorpio.
• [last word to Callahan as he threatens to kill a young male child angling] 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 police department.
• Lt. Al Bressler: Just go where you're told, do what you're told, play information technology straight down the line ... Nothing beautiful, goose egg fancy. Only pay the ransom money and report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All correct, let's accept it.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Take what?

Mayor: Your report. What take you been doing?

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

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

Mayor: Won't you lot sit downwardly Inspector Callahan? ... There'south a madman loose, I've asked you what'southward being done, fair enough?

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

Lt. Al Bressler: Mr. Mayor — nosotros've bundled for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols particularly around the Catholic churches and schools and in the black areas.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Ballistics is checking on the slug. Nosotros're pretty sure information technology'south a .30-06, seven lands and grooves, right-mitt twist ...

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

Mayor: Why?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.

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

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

Mayor: Your wife, sweetheart, ... press?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

Mayor: All correct. Give the message to the Chronicle. Nosotros'll concur to pay, but we'll tell him we need time to get the money together.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Look a minute. Do I go this right? Yous're gonna play this creep's game?

Mayor: It'll go us more breathing space.

Insp. Harry Callahan: It likewise might become somebody killed. Why don't y'all allow me meet with the son-of-a-bitch?

Primary: No, none of that. You'd stop up with a real blood-bath.

Mayor: I concord with the Primary. We'll practise information technology this way, all right?

Lt. Al Bressler: Thank you Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, let'south get.

Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?

Mayor: I don't desire any more problem like y'all had last twelvemonth in the Fillmore District. Understand? That'south my policy.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah, well, when an developed male person 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 knife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Ruddy Cross.

Mayor: [subsequently Callahan has left] I think he'due south got a signal.

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[Harry visits his favorite diner]

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

Jaffe: The usual dejeuner or the usual dinner?

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

Jaffe: Non much.

[long suspension]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford yet parked beyond in front end of the depository financial institution?

Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm yeah. Tan Ford.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Engine running?

Jaffe: I don't know. How tin can I tell?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Exhaust fumes coming out of the tailpipe.

Jaffe: Oh my God, that's awful! Look at all that pollution.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yep. Do me a favor. [gives him sideslip of newspaper] Phone call this telephone number.

Jaffe: Police section?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yep. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there's a ii-11 in progress at the depository financial institution. Exist sure and tell them that'due south in progress.

Jaffe: In progress. Yes sir.

[goes to phone and starts dialing]

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

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[Afterwards shooting several of the bank-robbers and stopping their getaway car by shooting the driver, Inspector Callahan approaches the front end steps of the bank. The banking concern robber that Callahan shot kickoff, wounding him and forcing him to drop his shotgun, at present makes an endeavor to call back it. He pauses as he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]

Callahan: I know what you're thinking: "Did he burn down six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But beingness this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would accident your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk?

[The thief gives up trying to call back his shotgun; Callahan picks information technology upwards and starts to walk away, lowering the hammer.]

Thief: Hey! [Callahan turns effectually] I gots to know...

[Callahan recocks and aims his revolver and pulls the trigger, merely 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 Establish's listing of the top 100 flick quotations in American movie theatre.

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Doctor: Sure, Harry. Nosotros can save the leg. [takes out some scissors]

Callahan: What are you going to do with those?

Doctor: Going to cutting your pants off.

Callahan: No. I'll accept them off.

Doc: It'll injure.

Callahan: For $29.50, let it hurt. You can plough your back if you're embarrassed ...

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Gonzales: Why do they call ya "Dirty Harry"?

De Georgio: That'southward one affair about our Harry, he doesn't play whatever favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fat Dagos, Chinks, you name it.

Gonzales: How does he feel almost Mexicans?

De Georgio: Ask him.

Callahan:(says with a wink) Specially Spics.

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Callahan: These loonies. They ought to throw a net over the whole agglomeration of 'em.

Gonzales: I know what you mean.

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Pedestrian: Hey, fruitcake, what do you think you're doing?

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

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Thug i: What's in the bag, human being?

Callahan: Yous dudes get lost now, ya hear?

Thug two: Spiral the handbag.

Thug iii: Yeah, just requite us the wallet now.

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

Callahan: (seething in desperation) You don't listen too skilful, exercise ya, asshole?

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Callahan: I'm Callahan.

Young Man: My friends call me Alice, but I'll take a cartel.

Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the last time yous were disrepair?

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

Callahan: Well, practise information technology at home!

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

[pause]

Gonzalez'southward wife: I idea I could accept information technology ... Whatever it takes to be a cop's wife, I'k just not sure I'm making information technology. He really tries and these bastards, you know, Pig this, Pig that. Ah, but maybe it's when I watch him walk out that door at nighttime, and I call back, what if this is the last time I ever see him once again ... doesn't information technology drive your wife crazy?

Callahan: Nope.

Gonzalez's wife: You mean she got used to it.

Callahan: No, she never did really.

Gonzalez's wife: Well, what and then?

Callahan: She's dead.

Gonzalez's wife: Oh, please forgive me.

Callahan: She was driving home late one night and a drunk crossed the center line. There was no reason for it, really.

Gonzalez's wife: I'1000 so pitiful.

Callahan: That's o.one thousand. Look, I desire yous to tell Chico that I empathize, you know, him quitting. I-I retrieve he's right. This is no life for you lot two.

Gonzalez'southward wife: Why practice yous stay in it so?

Callahan: I don't know, I really 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 discover some other mode.

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De Georgio: You need any help?

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

De Georgio: You're the boss.

Scorpio: (bleeding through his leg from a bullet wound) Please no more, I'thousand hurt, tin't you see I'chiliad hurt? You shot me, please don't, don't! Let me have a md ... Please give me the dr., don't kill me!

Callahan: The girl, where is she?

Scorpio: You tried to kill me!

Callahan: If I tried that, your head'd exist splattered all over this field. Now where'southward the girl?

Scorpio: I desire a lawyer!

Callahan: I said, where'due south the girl?

Scorpio: I accept the right for a lawyer.

Callahan: Where'southward the daughter?

Scorpio: I have the correct for a lawyer, don't shoot me, I have rights, desire a lawyer.......(at present whimpers in pain as Harry steps on his injury, causing however more than suffering)

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District Chaser: I've merely been looking over your arrest written report. A very unusual piece of police piece of work. Really amazing.

Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.

District Attorney: You're lucky I'm non indicting you for assault with intent to commit murder.

Callahan: What?!

Commune Attorney: Where the hell does it say you've got a right to kicking down doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel. Where have you been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, yous must have heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'1000 maxim is, that human being had rights.

Callahan: Well, I'm all "broken upwards" about that man'southward rights.

District Attorney: You should be. I've got news for you, Callahan. Equally soon as he's well enough to leave the hospital, he walks.

Callahan: What are you lot talking nearly?

Commune Chaser: He's gratis.

Callahan: You mean you're letting him go?

District Attorney: Nosotros have to, we can't try him.

Callahan: And why is that?

District Chaser: Because I'm not wasting a half a million dollars of the taxpayer'southward money on a trial we can't possibly win. The problem is, we don't take any evidence.

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

District Attorney: I call it goose egg, zero.

Callahan: Are you trying to tell me that Ballistics can't lucifer the bullet upwardly to this rifle?

Commune Attorney: It does not thing what Ballistics can exercise. This burglarize might make a squeamish gift. Just information technology'due south inadmissible every bit prove.

Callahan: And who says that?

District Chaser: It's the law.

Callahan: Well and so, the police is crazy!

District Attorney: This is Guess Bannerman of the appellate court. He likewise holds classes in Constitutional Law in Berkeley. I've asked him for an stance — your Honour?

Judge Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the suspect's quarters was illegal. Show obtained thereby, such as that hunting rifle, for case, is inadmissible in court. You should have gotten a search warrant. I'm sorry, but it's that uncomplicated.

Callahan: Search warrant!? There was a daughter dying.

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

Callahan: Just I didn't know that.

Approximate: The court would have to recognize the police officeholder's legitimate concern for the daughter's life, but there is no mode they can peradventure condone police torture. All prove concerning the girl — the suspect'due south confession, all physical evidence — would accept to be excluded.

Callahan: (sighs) There must be something yous can get him on.

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

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

District Attorney: The District Attorney's office, if you'll let u.s.a.. I've got a married woman and 3 kids. I don't want him on the streets any more than than you do.

Callahan: Well, he won't exist out in that location long.

District Attorney: What is that supposed to mean?

Callahan: I mean sooner or later he'south gonna stub his toe and and then I'll exist right in that location.

District Attorney: This function won't stand for any harassment.

Callahan: Yous know, you're crazy if you call up you've heard the concluding of this guy. He's gonna kill again.

Commune Attorney: How practice you know?

Callahan: 'Cause he likes it.

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Main: Have you lot been post-obit that man?

Callahan: Yeah, I've been following him on my ain time. And anybody tin tell I didn't do that to him.

Principal: How?

Callahan: Cause he looks likewise damn good, that'due south how!

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Mayor: (on phone) The jet must be fueled and ready to go in a half an 60 minutes. Skeleton crew, they must be volunteers. Tell them the man is dangerous. Well, here, I'll read you this note which was delivered at eight o'clock this morn: "To the City of San Francisco. You lot have double-crossed me for the final time. I'm alert you to take my $200,000 in a jet airplane fix and waiting. I will telephone call Mayor's office at one o'clock and tell you about the hostages who I will be happy to kill if y'all don't do exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you amend have somebody standing past — it could be a false alarm but don't count on information technology.

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Scorpio: It'south very simple. I've got the kids and y'all start screwing around, the kids offset dying. Is the plane ready?

Mayor: The jet is being fueled and ready to go at the aerodrome. The coin will exist there by the time you go there.

Scorpio: All right, now heed and listen very carefully. I'thou going to exist driving along nice and piece of cake, but me and a motorcoach load of kids. I'yard going to turn off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my way to the Santa Rosa Airport. I don't want to see any police cars, helicopters, whatever. At present if yous got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids will have a squeamish little airplane ride.

Mayor: Well, where are you lot going?

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

Mayor: I guarantee you you lot will not be molested in whatever way. I give you my word of honor on it.

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

Callahan: When are yous people gonna end messing around with this guy. He's gotta be stopped now.

Mayor: He's got a bus load of kids and I can't take that take chances. I gave my give-and-take of honor on information technology, and he will not be molested — and that'south a directly society, Callahan!

Callahan: Well, you lot can only get yourself another delivery boy.

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

Bus Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: What? What did you say?

Coach Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: We're going to the ice-cream manufactory and run across how water ice-cream'due south made. At present anybody who doesn't wanna go can become off right here.

Autobus Kid: I wanna go home to my mommy.

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

---

[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent kid hostage at the edge of a cliff]

Scorpio: Drop the gun, creep!

[Callahan approaches Scorpio every bit the latter laughs manically]

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

[Callahan approaches Scorpio, .44 Magnum in manus]

Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!

[Callahan pretends to driblet his gun, but to fire it at Scorpio, who lets the child get. Callahan then approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is about to retrieve his]

Callahan: I know what y'all're thinking, punk. Yous're thinking "Did he fire six shots or simply 5?" Now, to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But beingness this is a .44 Magnum, the nigh powerful handgun in the world and it will accident your head clean off, yous've gotta ask yourself a question: 'Do I experience lucky?

[Scorpio attempts to stand up and grab his gun]

Callahan: Well, do ya, punk?

[Scorpio laughs maniacally and retrieves his gun in an effort to shoot Callahan, only to exist shot in the head and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

• Go ahead, make my day.
  • The line "Get ahead, brand my solar day" isn't uttered by Harry at any point in the moving picture. He instead starting time uttered it in 1983's Sudden Impact.
• Do you lot experience lucky, punk?
  • The line actually said in the film is, "You've got to ask yourself 1 question: 'Practise I experience lucky?' Well, do you, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

• You don't assign him to murder cases - you just plough him loose.
• Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't suspension murder cases - he smashes them.
• Dirty Harry and the homicidal bedlamite. Harry's the ane with the badge.
• Exercise you lot feel lucky, punk?
• With his .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, Dirty Harry wipes out offense to hell.
• Clint Eastwood is "Muddied Harry". And boy, 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 — Bus Driver
• Woodrow Parfrey — Mr. Jaffe
• Josef Sommer — Dist. Atty. William T. Rothko
• William Paterson — Approximate Bannerman
• Curtis Mayfield — Thug who beats Scorpio (uncredited)

Meet besides [edit]

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

External links [edit]

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

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