Kathryn Bigelow directed the movie. James Cameron and Jay Cocks wrote the screenplay.
Tick: Lenny, you're always telling me, bring you street life, real life, that one man's desperate existence is another man's Technicolor.
Lenny Nero: This is not "like TV only better." This is life. It's a piece of somebody's life. It's pure and uncut, straight from the cerebral cortex.
Lenny Nero: You have to trust me, 'Cos I'm your priest. I'm your shrink. I am your main connection to the switchboard of souls. I'm the magic man. Santa Claus of the subconscious. You say it, you think it, you can have it.
Max Peltier: See that preppy puke's face? Pissed all over his topsiders!
Max Peltier: You could sell a rat's asshole for a wedding ring.
Max Peltier: U, yeah! Nice tie. Lenny Nero: Thanks, Max. Max Peltier: You know, you dress just like a fuckin' pimp, man? Lenny Nero: This tie cost more than your entire wardrobe. Max Peltier: That's not saying much. Lenny Nero: It's the one thing that stands between me and the jungle. Max Peltier: To the jungle! Where outa the blue some shitbird can cap you in the back of the head and ruin your whole day.
Lenny Nero: Two million years of human evolution, that's the best you can come up with.
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Max Peltier: Don't say Faith. You use the "F" word around Lenny, it triggers a maudlin display, you got to tranquilize him.
Strickland: Nero. Lenny Nero: Strickland. Strickland: Commissioner Strickland! Lenny Nero: See, since you shit-canned my career, I don't even have to call you sir. One of life's small pleasures.
Strickland: I don't like disappointments, Nero...and you know what disappoints me very much? Lenny Nero: Your sex life?
Mace: Don't use the time I'm talking to think about what you're gonna say next. You listening?
Lenny Nero: I wouldn't sell you the sweat off a dead dog's balls.
Philo: Paranoia's just reality on a finer scale.
Faith: You know one of the ways that movies are still better than playback? 'Cos the music comes up, there's credits, and you always know when it's over. IT'S OVER!
Max Peltier: Well, I lost my appetite...for about a year.
Mace: The glass is bullet-resistant. Lenny Nero: Bullet-resistant? Whatever happened to bulletproof?
Lenny Nero: 0ur killer is as scared as we are, which makes him really dangerous, judging by how scared I am.
Max Peltier: The issue is not whether you're paranoid, Lenny...The issue is whether you're paranoid enough.
Mace: These are used emotions. It's time to trade them in. Memories were meant to fade, Lenny. They're designed that way for a reason.
Lenny Nero: And she had this voice that was...Well, that was scary. Like she could take all the hurt and rage of the entire world and lift it up to heaven in one voice.
Lenny Nero: I didn't know you were colour blind, Max. Max Peltier: 0nly way I could stand your ties.
Max Peltier: Cheer up. The world's about to end in ten minutes anyway.
Lenny Nero: Jesus! Max Peltier: You know, statistically that's the second most common word people say right before they die..."shit" being number one.
Mace: Are we under arrest? Lenny Nero: Nah, they just have to ask us a few questions...for about six hours.
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