L.A. Confidential Quotes

Lynn Bracken : I see Bud because I want to. I see Bud because he can't hide the good inside of him. I see Bud because he treats me like Lynn Bracken and not some Veronica Lake look-alike who fucks for money.

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Captain Dudley Smith : Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven't got any wings.

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Captain Dudley Smith : Don't start tryin' to do the right thing, boy-o. You haven't the practice.

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Captain Dudley Smith : I doubt you've ever taken a stupid breath. Don't start now.

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Captain Dudley Smith : Our justice must be swift and merciless.

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[ White approaches Loew in the bathroom, after he refused to answer Exley's questions ]
Ellis Loew : Unless you came in here to wipe my ass, I believe we're through. [ White looks at him, silently ]
Ellis Loew : Come on, don't try this "Good Cop-Bad Cop" crap on me. I practically invented it. So what if some homo actor is dead? Boys, girls, ten of them step off the bus to L.A. every day. [ White proceeds to smash Loew's head into the mirror and then sticking it into the toilet ]
Ellis Loew : Pull him off me, Exley!
Ed Exley : I don't know how.
Bud White : Now, I know you think you're the A-number one hotshot. Well, here's the juice: if I take you out, there'll be ten more lawyers to take your place tomorrow. They just won't come on the bus, that's all! [ White drags Loew into his office and dangles him out of the window by his legs until he confesses ]
Ed Exley : Was that how you used to run the "Good Cop-Bad Cop?"

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[ Bud grabs Johnny Stompanato by the testicles to get him to talk ]
Bud White : What do I get if I give you your balls back, you wop cocksucker?

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[ Exley has to perform the interrogation ]
Jack Vincennes : Are you sure Golden Boy is up to the task, Cap?
Captain Dudley Smith : Oh, I think you'd be surprised what the lad is capable of.

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City Councilman : [ told by Bud to leave Lynn's house ] Maybe I will. Maybe I won't.
Bud White : [ flashes his badge ] LAPD, shitbird. Get the fuck outta here or I'll call your wife to come get you! [ while Lynn hides a smile, the client gathers up his clothes, and walks out front door ]
City Councilman : Officer.
Bud White : Councilman.

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Sid Hudgens : 'It's Christmas Eve in the City of Angels and while decent citizens sleep the sleep of the righteous, hopheads prowl for marijuana, not knowing that a man is coming to stop them! Celebrity crimestopper Jack Vincennes, scourge of grasshoppers and dopefiends everywhere!' Ya like it, Jackie boy?
Jack Vincennes : Yeah, subtle.

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Captain Dudley Smith : Hold up your badge, so they'll know you're a policeman.

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Jack Vincennes : Karen, this is Sid Hudgens of Hush-Hush Magazine.
Sid Hudgens : Hellooooo, Karen!
Jack's Dancing Partner : Hello yourself! [ walks off angrily ]
Jack Vincennes : What's that about?
Sid Hudgens : Eh, we ran a piece last year, "Ingenue Dykes in Hollywood." Her name got mentioned.

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Captain Dudley Smith : Have you a valediction, boyo?
Jack Vincennes : [ gasping out a name ] ... Rollo Tamasi.

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Ed Exley : A naked man with a gun? Do you really expect anyone to believe that?
Bud White : Get the fuck away from me.
Ed Exley : How's it gonna look in your report?
Bud White : It'll look like justice. That's what the man got. Justice.
Ed Exley : You don't know the meaning of the word, you ignorant bastard.
Bud White : Oh yeah, well you think it means getting your picture in the paper. Why don't you go after criminals for a change, instead of cops? [ punches Exley in the shoulder and then starts to walk away ]
Ed Exley : Stensland got what he deserved, and so will you. [ a furious White tries to attack Exley, only to be restrained by the Captain and by several other cops ]
Captain Dudley Smith : It's best to stay away from a man when his blood is up.
Ed Exley : His blood is always up.
Captain Dudley Smith : Then perhaps you should stay away from him altogether.

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[ to Ray Collins ]
Ed Exley : They called you 'Sugar', 'cause you liked to give it out... so sweet.

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Captain Dudley Smith : Edmund, you're a political animal. You have the eye for human weakness, but not the stomach.
Ed Exley : You're wrong, sir.
Captain Dudley Smith : Would you be willing to plant corroborative evidence on a suspect you knew to be guilty, in order to ensure an indictment?
Ed Exley : Dudley, we've been over this.
Captain Dudley Smith : Yes or no, Edmund?
Ed Exley : No!
Captain Dudley Smith : Would you be willing to beat a confession out of a suspect you knew to be guilty?
Ed Exley : No.
Captain Dudley Smith : Would you be willing to shoot a hardened criminal in the back, in order to offset the chance that some... lawyer...
Ed Exley : No.
Captain Dudley Smith : Then, for the love of God, don't be a detective. Stick to assignments where you don't have...
Ed Exley : Dudley, I know you mean well, but I don't need to do it the way you did. Or my father.

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Sid Hudgens : Get me some narco skinny. I want to do an all-hophead issue. You know, schwartze jazz musicians and movie stars. You like it?

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Ed Exley : Bud hates himself for what he did.
Lynn Bracken : I know how he feels.

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[ last lines ]
Lynn Bracken : Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona. [ She kisses Exley on the cheek ]
Lynn Bracken : Bye.
Ed Exley : Bye.

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Ray Pinker : Stomach of the week. Unemployed actor had frankfurter, french fries, alcohol, and sperm. Hell of a last supper, don't you think?

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Bud White : Bullshit. How would a two-bit hick like Meeks get his hands on a large supply of heroin?
Johnny Stompanato : You're right, it's probably bullshit. Even if he did, he could never unload it. Not without drawing all kinds of attention.
Bud White : Maybe that's why he's under a house in Elysian Park and he don't smell too good, paisano.

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[ when Sid Hudgens is found dead ]
Bud White : What happened?
Detective at Hush-Hush Office : Somebody beat him to death and stole a bunch of files. Must've dug up garbage on the wrong guy. Got it narrowed down to a thousand suspects.

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Sid Hudgens : [ voiceover ] Something has to be done, but nothing too original, because hey, this is Hollywood.

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Dick Stensland : You're like Santa Claus with that list, Bud, except everyone on it's been naughty.

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Captain Dudley Smith : Bud White is a valuable officer.
Ed Exley : White's a mindless thug.
Captain Dudley Smith : No, Edmund, he's just a man who can answer yes to those questions I've asked you from time to time.

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Sid Hudgens : Are you tight with the DA, Jackie?
Jack Vincennes : Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. He tried to throw me off the force last Christmas as a little joke.

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Captain Dudley Smith : You're a bit of a puzzlement to me these days, Wendell. You don't seem to be your old cruel self anymore. And I had such grand plans for your future.

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Sid Hudgens : He's on a night train to the big adios.

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[ White catches a parolee beating his wife ]
Wife Beater : Who in the hell are you?
Bud White : The ghost of Christmas past. Why don't you dance with a man for a change?
Wife Beater : What are you, some kind of smart ass? [ tries to attack Bud ]
Bud White : [ after beating up and handcuffing the wife beater ] You'll be out in a year and a half. I'll get cozy with your parole officer. You touch her again, I'll have you violated on a kiddie raper beef.
Bud White : [ grabs wife beater by the head ] You know what they do to kiddie rapers in Quentin, don't ya?

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Lynn Bracken : You say "fuck" a lot.
Bud White : You fuck for money.

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