Noah Cross: 'Course I'm respectable. I'm old. Politicians, ugly buildings, and whores all get respectable if they last long enough.
Yelburton: My goodness, what happened to your nose? Jake Gittes: I cut myself shaving. Yelburton: You ought to be more careful. That must really smart. Jake Gittes: Only when I breathe.
Loach: What happened to your nose, Gittes? Somebody slammed a bedroom window on it? Jake Gittes: Nope. Your wife got excited. She crossed her legs a little too quick. You understand what I mean, pal?
Evelyn Mulwray: She's my daughter. [Gittes slaps Evelyn] Jake Gittes: I said I want the truth! Evelyn Mulwray: She's my sister... [slap] Evelyn Mulwray: She's my daughter... [slap] Evelyn Mulwray: My sister, my daughter. [More slaps] Jake Gittes: I said I want the truth! Evelyn Mulwray: She's my sister AND my daughter!
Lt. Escobar: How'd you get past the guard? Jake Gittes: Well, to tell you the truth, I lied a little.
Evelyn Mulwray: Tell me, Mr. Gittes: Does this often happen to you? Jake Gittes: What's that? Evelyn Mulwray: Well, I'm judging only on the basis of one afternoon and an evening, but, uh, if this is how you go about your work, I'd say you'd be lucky to, uh, get through a whole day. Jake Gittes: Actually, this hasn't happened to me for a long time. Evelyn Mulwray: When was the last time? Jake Gittes: Why? Evelyn Mulwray: It's an innocent question. Jake Gittes: In Chinatown. Evelyn Mulwray: What were you doing there? Jake Gittes: Working for the District Attorney. Evelyn Mulwray: Doing what? Jake Gittes: As little as possible. Evelyn Mulwray: The District Attorney gives his men advice like that? Jake Gittes: They do in Chinatown.
Jake Gittes: So there's this guy Walsh, do you understand? He's tired of screwin' his wife... So his friend says to him, "Hey, why don't you do it like the Chinese do?" So he says, "How do the Chinese do it?" And the guy says, "Well, the Chinese, first they screw a little bit, then they stop, then they go and read a little Confucius, come back, screw a little bit more, then they stop again, go and they screw a little bit... then they go back and they screw a little bit more and then they go out and they contemplate the moon or something like that. Makes it more exciting." So now, the guy goes home and he starts screwin' his own wife, see. So he screws her for a little bit and then he stops, and he goes out of the room and reads Life Magazine. Then he goes back in, he starts screwin' again. He says, "Excuse me for a minute, honey." He goes out and he smokes a cigarette. Now his wife is gettin' sore as hell. He comes back in the room, he starts screwin' again. He gets up to start to leave again to go look at the moon. She looks at him and says, "Hey, whats the matter with ya. You're screwin' just like a Chinaman!" [laughs hysterically]
Jake Gittes: Mulvihill! What are you doing here? Mulvihill: They shut my water off. What's it to you? Jake Gittes: How'd you find out about it? You don't drink it; you don't take a bath in it... They wrote you a letter. But then you have to be able to read.
Jake Gittes: How much are you worth? Noah Cross: I have no idea. How much do you want? Jake Gittes: I just wanna know what you're worth. More than 10 million? Noah Cross: Oh my, yes! Jake Gittes: Why are you doing it? How much better can you eat? What could you buy that you can't already afford? Noah Cross: The future, Mr. Gittes! The future. Now, where's the girl? I want the only daughter I've got left. As you found out, Evelyn was lost to me a long time ago. Jake Gittes: Who do you blame for that? Her? Noah Cross: I don't blame myself. You see, Mr. Gittes, most people never have to face the fact that at the right time and the right place, they're capable of ANYTHING.
Man with Knife: You're a very nosy fellow, kitty cat. Huh? You know what happens to nosy fellows? Huh? No? Wanna guess? Huh? No? Okay. They lose their noses.
[an anonymous caller has telephoned Gittes] Ida Sessions: Are you alone? Jake Gittes: Isn't everybody?
Morty: Can you believe it? We're in the middle of a drought, and the water commissioner drowns. Only in L.A.
Jake Gittes: But, Mrs. Mulwray, I goddamn near lost my nose. And I like it. I like breathing through it. And I still think you're hiding something.
Jake Gittes: You're dumber than you think I think you are.
[Lunch is served; it's fish] Noah Cross: I hope you don't mind. I believe they should be served with the head. Jake Gittes: Fine... long as you don't serve the chicken that way.
Jake Gittes: How do you like them apples?
Jake Gittes: Have you ever heard the expression "Let sleeping dogs lie"? Sometimes you're better off not knowing.
Jake Gittes: What can I tell you, kid? You're right. When you're right, you're right, and you're right.
[Gittes pretends to seek a nursing home for his father] Jake Gittes: Do you accept people of the Jewish persuasion? Mr. Palmer: I'm sorry, we do not. Jake Gittes: Don't apologize - neither does Dad.
Jake Gittes: Hello, Claude. Where'd you get the midget?
Lt. Escobar: You must really think I'm stupid, don't you Gittes. Jake Gittes: I don't think about it that much but, gimme a day or two and I'll get back to yuh. Now I'd like to go home. Lt. Escobar: I want the other pictures, Gittes. Jake Gittes: What pictures? Lt. Escobar: THIS broad hired you, not Evelyn Mulwray. Jake Gittes: Yah? Lt. Escobar: Yah. Somebody wanted to shake Mulwray down; she hired you. That's how come you found out he was murdered. Jake Gittes: I heard it was an accident. Lt. Escobar: C'mon Gittes. The hell d'you think you're dealing with? A bunch of assholes? Mulwray had salt water in his lungs. You were following him day and night; you SAW who killed him. You even took pictures of it. It was Evelyn Mulwray, and she's been payin' you off like a slot machine ever since. Jake Gittes: You accusin' me of extortion? Lt. Escobar: Absolutely! Jake Gittes: I don't think I need a day or two; you're dumber than you think I think y'are.
Noah Cross: Either you bring the water to L.A. or you bring L.A. to the water.
Yelburton: After you've worked with a man a certain length of time, you come to know his habits, his values - you come to know him - and either he's the kind who chases after women or he isn't. Jake Gittes: Mulwray isn't? Yelburton: He never even kids about it. Jake Gittes: Well, maybe he takes it very seriously.
Jake Gittes: Maid's night off? Evelyn Mulwray: Why? Jake Gittes: What do you mean, why? Nobody's here, that's why. Evelyn Mulwray: I gave everyone the night off. Jake Gittes: Easy. It's an innocent question. Evelyn Mulwray: No question from you is innocent, Mr. Gittes. Jake Gittes: I guess you're right.
Jake Gittes: There's no point in getting tough with me. I'm just... Evelyn Mulwray: I don't get tough with anyone, Mr. Gittes. My lawyer does.
Noah Cross: You've got a nasty reputation, Mr. Gittes. I like that.
Noah Cross: You may think you know what you're dealing with, but, believe me, you don't. [Gittes grins] Noah Cross: Why is that funny? Jake Gittes: That's what the District Attorney used to tell me in Chinatown.
Evelyn Mulwray: Hollis seems to think you're an innocent man. Jake Gittes: Well, I've been accused of a lot of things before, Mrs. Mulwray, but never that.
[first lines] Jake Gittes: All right, Curly. Enough's enough. You can't eat the Venetian blinds. I just had them installed on Wednesday.
[Evelyn Mulwray has just been killed] Lt. Escobar: Go home, Jake. I'm doing you a favor!
[a woman identifying herself as Evelyn Mulwray is hiring Gittes] Jake Gittes: What makes you certain that your husband is, um, involved with someone? Mrs. Mulwray: A wife can tell. Jake Gittes: Mrs. Mulwray, do you love your husband? Mrs. Mulwray: Yes, of course. Jake Gittes: Then go home and forget everything.
Noah Cross: Katherine! I, I'm your grandfather, my dear. I'm your grandfather. Evelyn Mulwray: [pushes Katherine into the car] Katherine, get in the car. [to her butler] Evelyn Mulwray: Go on. No no, go on. [to Curly] Evelyn Mulwray: I'll follow you. [to her father] Evelyn Mulwray: Get away from her! Get away. Noah Cross: Evelyn, please, please be reasonable. [to Katherine] Noah Cross: Come to my... Evelyn Mulwray: [pushes her father away] Get AWAY from her! Noah Cross: Evelyn! How many years have I got? She's mine, too. Evelyn Mulwray: She's never going to know that. [pulls a gun on him]
[Evelyn Mulwray drives while Gittes reads an obituary from the newspaper] Jake Gittes: A memorial service was held at the Mar Vista Inn today for Jasper Lamar Crabb. He passed away two weeks ago. Evelyn Mulwray: Why is that unusual? Jake Gittes: He passed away two weeks ago and one week ago he bought the land. That's unusual.
Jake Gittes: May I speak frankly, Mrs. Mulwray. Evelyn Mulwray: You may if you can, Mr. Gittes.
Lt. Escobar: [pointing to a graffito on the wall] Isn't that your phone number? Jake Gittes: Is it? I forget. I don't call myself that often.
Jake Gittes: He's rich! Do you understand? He thinks he can get away with anything.
Jake Gittes: Let me explain something to you, Walsh. This business requires a certain amount of finesse.
Evelyn Mulwray: I see you like publicity, Mr. Gittes. Well, you're going to get it.
Jake Gittes: Son of a bitch! Goddamn Florsheim shoe!
Jake Gittes: What the hell is going on here, Lou? Lt. Escobar: I don't know. What's going on? What's happening with you?
Noah Cross: Well, Mr. Gittes, you don't look too much the worse for wear, I must say! Now where's the girl? Jake Gittes: I've got her. Noah Cross: Is she alright? Jake Gittes: She's fine. Noah Cross: Well, where is she? Jake Gittes: With her mother.
Mulwray's Gardener: [in heavy Japanese accent, referring to the grass] Bad for glass. Jake Gittes: Yeah, sure. Bad for the glass.
Noah Cross: I hope you don't mind. I believe they should be served with the head. Jake Gittes: Fine. Long as you don't serve chicken that way.
[Evelyn Mulwray and Gittes in her bathroom] Jake Gittes: There's something black in the green part of your eye. Evelyn Mulwray: Oh, that. It's a... it's a flaw in the iris. Jake Gittes: Flaw? Evelyn Mulwray: Yes, it's a sort of birthmark.
Jake Gittes: Evelyn, put that gun away. Let the police handle this. Evelyn Mulwray: He owns the police!