Just Wanted to Let You Know You Were on My Mind Quote

Sociology? Oh, you'll go far — that'south if you alive ... Simply don't let your college degree get you killed 'cause I'k liable to become killed along with ya.

When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a difficult-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Reddish Cross.

I know what you're thinking. "Did he burn six shots or simply v?" Well, to tell y'all the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But existence as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to inquire yourself 1 question: "Exercise I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

Dirty Harry is a 1971 motion-picture show nearly a San Francisco cop with trivial regard for rules, just who ever gets results, tracking down a serial killer who snipes at random victims.

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

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

Harry Callahan [edit]

• Yous gotta exist kidding. I don't got any time to pause in any newcomers. Why don't you do this boy a favor ... if I demand a partner, I'll go me someone who knows what the hell he's doin'.
• [to Gonzalez] Folklore? Oh, you'll go far — that's if you live ... Just don't let your college caste get yous killed 'crusade I'one thousand liable to get killed along with ya.
• Now y'all know why they telephone call me "Dirty Harry". I get every dirty job that comes along.
• Gonzalez was obeying orders from his superior, me ... he didn't know annihilation virtually it. And when this mess is over, if he [the Chief] wants my badge, well, he can have that as well.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

• No wonder they call him Dirty Harry. Ever get the shit-stop of the stick.

Scorpio Killer [edit]

• [in notation to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I volition enjoy killing one person every day until you pay me one hundred m dollars ($100,000). If you agree say so tomorrow morning in Personal Column San Francisco Chronicle and I will gear up up meeting. If I do not hear from you it volition exist my next pleasure to kill a Catholic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
• [in a letter] The double-crossing San Francisco police force made me practise this. At present ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. One man with yellow pocketbook, due south side, Marina Green, East Harbor, nine p.g., she has oxygen until three a.m. tomorrow morning, red panties and bra, squeamish tits, mole on left thigh. Annihilation cute and you'll forcefulness me to let daughter die of slow suffocation. Scorpio
• [to Callahan, on the phone] If I even remember y'all're existence followed, the girl dies. If yous talk to anyone, I don't care if it's a Pekinese pissing confronting a lamppost, the daughter dies ... No car. I give yous a certain amount of time to become from telephone berth to phone booth. I ring four times. You lot don't answer by the quaternary ring, I hang up and that'due south the cease of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I hope you're not stupid.
• [to Callahan] Left mitt. Let's see the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That'due south a big one.
• [to Callahan] No, don't laissez passer out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not yet, non nevertheless, don't laissez passer out on me even so you rotten oinker! Exercise we empathize each other? I said do we understand each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now mind up cop, I changed my mind. I'm going to let her die, I just wanted yous to know that. Y'all hear me? I just wanted you to know that before I killed you![laughs crazily] Good day, Callahan!
• [in the hospital, with a dilapidated face] They tried to frame me with the Deacon girl murder, and now they're trying to murder me — and look at me, simply look at me. I'thou supposed to exist innocent until proven guilty and but look at what they did to me. Everywhere I go, cops follow me — and just look at me.
• [to a schoolhouse bus driver] Hear me, you old hag, I'1000 telling you to drive or I'll decorate this bus with your brains.
• [in a annotation] To the City of San Francisco — Yous have double-crossed me for the final time. I'm warning you to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet airplane prepare and waiting. I will telephone call the Mayor'south 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.
• [last word to Callahan as he threatens to kill a immature boy fishing] Driblet the gun, pitter-patter! I'll blow his brains out! [chuckles evilly] Drop the fucking gun!

Others [edit]

• Mayor: The City of San Francisco does not pay criminals not to commit crimes. Instead, nosotros pay a police department.
• Lt. Al Bressler: Merely go where you're told, do what you're told, play it straight down the line ... Nix beautiful, zero fancy. Simply pay the bribe coin and report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All correct, let's have it.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Accept what?

Mayor: Your written report. What accept you lot been doing?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the past three quarters of an 60 minutes, I have been sitting on my ass in your outer office, waiting on you.

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

Mayor: Won't you sit Inspector Callahan? ... There's a madman loose, I've asked you lot what's existence washed, fair enough?

Insp. Harry Callahan: We've got a dozen men checking identification files, checking on all known extortionists, roof superlative prowlers, rifle basics, peepers..

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

Insp. Harry Callahan: Ballistics is checking on the slug. We're pretty sure it'southward a .30-06, seven lands and grooves, correct-hand twist ...

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

Mayor: Why?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.

Mayor: Thanks Inspector. Have whatever of you 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 right. Give the message to the Chronicle. We'll agree to pay, but nosotros'll tell him nosotros need time to get the money together.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Look a minute. Do I get this right? You're gonna play this creep'southward game?

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

Insp. Harry Callahan: It too might go somebody killed. Why don't you let me meet with the son-of-a-bitch?

Principal: No, none of that. You'd end upwardly with a real blood-bath.

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

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

Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?

Mayor: I don't desire any more trouble like you had last year in the Fillmore District. Understand? That's my policy.

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

Mayor: Intent? How did you establish that?

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

Mayor: [later Callahan has left] I think he's got a point.

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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 difference does that make?

Jaffe: Non much.

[long interruption]

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

Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm yeah. 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's awful! Look at all that pollution.

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

Jaffe: Police department?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there'southward a 2-11 in progress at the bank. Exist sure and tell them that's in progress.

Jaffe: In progress. Yes sir.

[goes to phone and starts dialing]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Now, if they'll just wait for the cavalry to make it. [immediately, an alert 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 machine past shooting the driver, Inspector Callahan approaches the front steps of the bank. The banking concern robber that Callahan shot start, wounding him and forcing him to drop his shotgun, now makes an attempt to retrieve it. He pauses as he sees Callahan arroyo, aiming his revolver.]

Callahan: I know what y'all're thinking: "Did he burn six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you lot the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. Simply existence this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the earth, and would blow your head make clean off, you've got to ask yourself ane question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, practise you, punk?

[The thief gives up trying to retrieve his shotgun; Callahan picks it up 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 but 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'due south list of the top 100 movie quotations in American movie house.

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Doc: Certain, Harry. Nosotros tin save the leg. [takes out some scissors]

Callahan: What are you going to practice with those?

Doctor: Going to cut your pants off.

Callahan: No. I'll take them off.

Medico: It'll hurt.

Callahan: For $29.fifty, let it injure. You can turn your dorsum if you're embarrassed ...

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

De Georgio: That'southward i thing about our Harry, he doesn't play any favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fat Dagos, Chinks, you name information technology.

Gonzales: How does he feel well-nigh Mexicans?

De Georgio: Ask him.

Callahan:(says with a flash) 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 lot mean.

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Pedestrian: Hey, fruitcake, what practice you recollect y'all're doing?

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

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Thug 1: What's in the handbag, human?

Callahan: You dudes get lost now, ya hear?

Thug 2: Screw the bag.

Thug iii: Aye, simply requite u.s.a. the wallet now.

(Harry clubs the tertiary thug with the handbag, then kicks their pal in the face up, then pulls his gun on the first thug)

Callahan: (seething in agony) You don't mind too good, do ya, asshole?

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Callahan: I'g Callahan.

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

Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the last time y'all were busted?

Young Man: If yous're vice, I'll impale myself.

Callahan: Well, do it at domicile!

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Gonzalez: [virtually quitting the force] I've been doing a lot of thinking nigh it. I take a didactics credential and I figure, what for, yous know?

[pause]

Gonzalez's wife: I thought I could accept it ... Whatever it takes to exist a cop's wife, I'g just not certain I'k making it. He actually tries and these bastards, you know, Squealer this, Sus scrofa that. Ah, but maybe information technology's when I watch him walk out that door at night, and I think, what if this is the last fourth dimension I e'er 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 actually.

Gonzalez's wife: Well, what then?

Callahan: She'due south dead.

Gonzalez's wife: Oh, delight forgive me.

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

Gonzalez'due south married woman: I'm so sorry.

Callahan: That's o.g. Look, I want you to tell Chico that I understand, you know, him quitting. I-I think he'southward correct. This is no life for you two.

Gonzalez's wife: Why do yous stay in it then?

Callahan: I don't know, I really don't.

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De Georgio: Illegal entry, no warrant.

Callahan: Looks like nosotros climb.

De Georgio: Uh-uh. Too much linguine. I'll find another way.

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De Georgio: You need any assistance?

Callahan: Get 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, I'm hurt, can't you run across I'yard hurt? You shot me, please don't, don't! Permit me take a dr. ... Please give me the doctor, don't kill me!

Callahan: The daughter, 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'southward the girl?

Scorpio: I accept the right for a lawyer.

Callahan: Where's the girl?

Scorpio: I have the correct for a lawyer, don't shoot me, I have rights, want a lawyer.......(at present whimpers in hurting 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 constabulary work. Really amazing.

Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.

District Attorney: You're lucky I'm not indicting yous for assault with intent to commit murder.

Callahan: What?!

District Chaser: Where the hell does it say you've got a right to kick down doors, torture suspects, deny medical attending and legal counsel. Where have you been? Does Escobedo ring a bong? Miranda? I mean, you must take heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'k maxim is, that homo had rights.

Callahan: Well, I'm all "broken up" nigh that man's rights.

District Attorney: Y'all should be. I've got news for you, Callahan. As soon as he's well enough to leave the infirmary, he walks.

Callahan: What are you talking about?

District Attorney: He'southward free.

Callahan: You mean y'all're letting him become?

Commune Attorney: We accept to, we tin can't endeavour him.

Callahan: And why is that?

District Chaser: Considering I'm not wasting a half a 1000000 dollars of the taxpayer's money on a trial nosotros can't perhaps win. The trouble is, nosotros don't have any evidence.

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

District Attorney: I telephone call information technology nothing, cipher.

Callahan: Are you trying to tell me that Ballistics tin can't match the bullet upwards to this rifle?

Commune Attorney: It does not matter what Ballistics tin do. This burglarize might brand a nice gift. But it'south inadmissible equally evidence.

Callahan: And who says that?

District Attorney: Information technology's the law.

Callahan: Well then, the law is crazy!

Commune Attorney: This is Judge Bannerman of the appellate court. He as well holds classes in Constitutional Law in Berkeley. I've asked him for an opinion — your Accolade?

Judge Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the doubtable's quarters was illegal. Evidence obtained thereby, such every bit that hunting rifle, for case, is inadmissible in courtroom. You should have gotten a search warrant. I'm sorry, but it'southward that uncomplicated.

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

District Attorney: She was in fact expressionless according to the medical study.

Callahan: Merely I didn't know that.

Judge: The court would have to recognize the constabulary officer's legitimate business for the girl's life, just there is no way they can perhaps condone police torture. All evidence apropos the daughter — the doubtable's confession, all physical evidence — would have to exist excluded.

Callahan: (sighs) There must be something you can 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 suspect's rights were violated, under the Fourth and 5th and probably the Sixth and Fourteenth Amendments.

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

District Attorney: The District Attorney'south office, if you'll allow u.s.a.. I've got a married woman and three kids. I don't desire him on the streets any more you exercise.

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

District Attorney: What is that supposed to mean?

Callahan: I hateful sooner or later he's gonna stub his toe and so I'll exist right there.

District Attorney: This part won't stand for whatsoever harassment.

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

Commune Attorney: How practice you lot know?

Callahan: 'Cause he likes it.

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Master: Accept yous been following that man?

Callahan: Yep, I've been following him on my own time. And anybody can tell I didn't do that to him.

Chief: How?

Callahan: Cause he looks too damn skilful, that's how!

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Mayor: (on telephone) The jet must be fueled and prepare to become in a half an hour. Skeleton crew, they must exist volunteers. Tell them the man is unsafe. Well, here, I'll read yous this note which was delivered at eight o'clock this morning: "To the Urban center of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the last time. I'g alarm y'all to have my $200,000 in a jet airplane gear up and waiting. I will call Mayor'due south function at one o'clock and tell y'all most the hostages who I will be happy to kill if you don't exercise exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you better take somebody standing by — it could be a false alarm but don't count on it.

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Scorpio: It'south very uncomplicated. I've got the kids and yous start screwing around, the kids beginning dying. Is the airplane ready?

Mayor: The jet is being fueled and ready to go at the aerodrome. The money will be there past the time you get at that place.

Scorpio: All right, now heed and listen very carefully. I'chiliad going to be driving along nice and piece of cake, just me and a bus load of kids. I'chiliad going to turn off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my fashion to the Santa Rosa Airport. I don't want to run across any police force cars, helicopters, whatever. At present if yous got the guts to play this game past the rules, the kids will have a overnice little plane ride.

Mayor: Well, where are y'all going?

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

Mayor: I guarantee y'all yous will not be molested in any way. I give you my give-and-take of laurels on it.

---

Main: Callahan? — yous willing to take the money to him?

Callahan: When are you people gonna stop messing around with this guy. He's gotta exist stopped at present.

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

Callahan: Well, y'all tin can merely get yourself another delivery boy.

---

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

Passenger vehicle 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 factory and meet how ice-cream's made. At present anybody who doesn't wanna go tin go off right here.

Motorbus Kid: I wanna go home to my mommy.

Scorpio: [slaps the kid] Stupid kid! Come on sing everyone! Sing or I'll go dwelling and impale 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 as 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 drop his gun, only to fire it at Scorpio, who lets the kid go. Callahan and so approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is about to retrieve his]

Callahan: I know what you lot're thinking, punk. You're thinking "Did he fire half dozen shots or only 5?" Now, to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But existence this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and it will blow your caput make clean off, you've gotta ask yourself a question: 'Practice I feel lucky?

[Scorpio attempts to stand and grab his gun]

Callahan: Well, practise ya, punk?

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

Misattributed [edit]

• Go ahead, make my day.
  • The line "Become ahead, brand my day" isn't uttered by Harry at any point in the pic. He instead first uttered it in 1983's Sudden Touch on.
• Practice you feel lucky, punk?
  • The line really said in the film is, "You lot've got to enquire yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do you lot, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

• You don't assign him to murder cases - you only 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.
• Exercise you experience lucky, punk?
• With his .44 Magnum, the almost powerful handgun in the globe, Dirty Harry wipes out criminal offense 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 — Bus Driver
• Woodrow Parfrey — Mr. Jaffe
• Josef Sommer — Dist. Atty. William T. Rothko
• William Paterson — Guess Bannerman
• Curtis Mayfield — Thug who beats Scorpio (uncredited)

See also [edit]

• Magnum Force (1973)
• The Enforcer (1976)
• Sudden Impact (1983)
• The Expressionless Pool (1988)

External links [edit]

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

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