Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

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Kiss Kiss Bang Bang is a 2005 murder mystery thriller/comedy film set in Los Angeles that brings together a private eye, a struggling actress, and a thief masquerading as an actor.

Written and directed by Shane Black.
A bad week in a tough town. taglines

Harry[edit]

  • It was the first time I felt how pitying someone and wanting to fuck them can get all tangled up in your head. Overwhelming sadness, meanwhile you got a Rodney. Is that sick? I think… yeah… I think that's sick.

Dialogue[edit]

Harry: Still gay?
Gay Perry: Me? No, I'm knee-deep in pussy. I just love the name so much I can't get rid of it.

[Harry catches Agent Type feeling up Harmony, who's passed out.]
Harry: You know what? You'd better be her doctor.
[Agent Type looks up, busted.]
Harry: Walk away, don't think, just do it.
Agent Type: What are you, her brother or something? It's none of your business, man. I will fuck you up.
Harry: [coolly] No. You'll try, and that little experiment will end in tears, my friend. So, again for the cheap seats, do not think, walk the fuck away - or let's you and me go outside right now. It's past my bedtime. Make a choice.
[Cut to Agent Type beating Harry up.]

Harry:Umm, clearly I'm interrupting. I feel badly. Let me... What are you drinking?
Harmony: Bad.
Harry: Bad? Sorry... feel...?
Harmony: You feel bad.
Harry: Bad?
Harmony: Badly is an adverb. So to say you feel badly would be saying that the mechanism which allows you to feel is broken.

Harmony: [about the blonde woman in the room] She's been fucked more times than she's had hot meals.
Harry: Mmmm, I heard about that. It was neck and neck until she skipped lunch.

Perry: How about you, Harry, did your father love you?
Harry: Ah, sometimes, you know - like when I dressed up like a bottle. How about yours?
Perry: Well, he used to beat me in Morse code, so it's possible, but he never actually said the words.

Harry: Do you think I'm stupid?
Gay Perry: I don't think you'd know how to feed yourself, if you didn't flap your mouth so much. Yes I think you're stupid.

Gay Perry: Look up idiot in the dictionary. You know what you'll find?
Harry: A picture of me?
Gay Perry: No! The definition of the word "idiot"! Which you fucking are!

Gay Perry: Go. Sleep badly. Any questions, hesitate to call.
Harry: Bad.
Gay Perry: Excuse me?
Harry: Sleep bad. Otherwise it makes it seem like the mechanism that allows you to sleep...
Gay Perry: What, fuckhead? Who taught you grammar? Badly's an adverb. Get out. Vanish.

Harry:Perry?
Gay Perry:Yeah?
Harry: I peed on it.
Gay Perry:What? You peed on what?
Harry:I peed on the corpse. Can they do, like, ID from that?
Gay Perry: I'm sorry, you peed on...?
Harry: On the corpse. My question is...
Gay Perry:No, my question, I get to go first: Why in pluperfect hell would you pee on a corpse?
Harry: I didn't intend to! It's not like I did it for kicks!

Harry: What is it out here with these women?
Harmony: Oh please, Harry, they're no different from anywhere else.
Harry: Yes, they are. These are damaged goods, every one of them, from way back. I'm telling you, you take a guy who sleeps with 100 women a year, go into his childhood - dollars to doughnuts, it's relatively unspectacular... Now, you take one of these... gals, who sleeps with 100 guys a year, and I bet you if you look in their childhood, there's something rotten in Denver.
Harmony: Denmark.
Harry: That too! But it's abandonment, it's abuse, it's, "My uncle put his ping-ping in my papa!"... and then they all come out here! I swear to God, it's like somebody took America by the East Coast, and shook it, and all the normal girls managed to hang on.
Harmony: OK, everyone who hates Harry raise your hand!
[All the girls in the club raise their hands.]
Gay Perry: See that? Obedient little bitches too.
[Off-screen girl shouts "Fuck you!" and tosses a glass at Perry which he dodges]

Gay Perry: I want you to picture a bullet inside your head right now. Can you do that for me?
Gunman: Fuck you. Anyway, that's ambiguous.
Gay Perry: Ambiguous. No, no, I don't think so.
Harry: No, I think what he means is that when you say "Picture it inside your head", okay, is that that a bullet will be inside your head. Or picture it in your head.
Gay Perry: Harry will you shut up.
Harry: Well, he's got a point.
Gunman: Look, I don't know anything about a girl, seriously. I was bluffing.
[Harry begins unloading his revolver]
Harry: Oh okay, you know what? I think you are bluffing right now.
Gay Perry: Harry, what are you doing?
Harry: [sticks one bullet in the cylinder and spins it] Well what I am doing for the guy who likes to bluff, is I am playing a little game called "Am I bluffing?" Where is she? Where the fuck is Harmony?
Gay Perry: Harry...
Harry: [spins the cylinder again and closes it] You want to play hard ball, I can do that. Where...is...the girl!
[The gun unexpectedly fires into the gunman's head]
Gay Perry: What...did you just do!?!?!
Harry: There was only one bullet in that right?
Gay Perry: You put a live round into that gun?
Harry: Well I didn't know, I thought there was like an...eight percent chance.
Gay Perry: Eight?
Harry: Eight...
Gay Perry: Eight!? Who taught you math!?

Gay Perry: Is that the body?
Harry: No, that's the other corpse, from the last guy who stayed here.
Gay Perry: Fuck off.

Harry: I guess, in the end, this is a movie about friendship. Friendship is precious...
Gay Perry: Will you shut up? [to the audience] Thanks for coming, please stay for the end credits. If you're wondering who the best boy is, it's somebody's nephew. Um, don't forget to validate your parking, and to all you good people in the Midwest, sorry we said "fuck" so much.

Taglines[edit]

  • A bad week in a tough town.
  • Sex. Murder. Mystery. Welcome to the party.

External links[edit]

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