- Dwight: The Fire, baby. It'll burn us both. It'll kill us both. There's no place in this world for our kind of fire. My warrior woman. My Valkyrie. You'll always be mine. Always... and never.
- [narration]
- Marv: The night's as hot as hell. It's a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town - I'm staring at a goddess. She's telling me she wants me. I'm not going to waste one more minute wondering how I've gotten this lucky. She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect woman... the Goddess. Goldie. She says her name is Goldie.
- Dwight: Most people think Marv is crazy. He just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century. He'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield swinging an axe into somebody's face. Or in a Roman arena, taking his sword to other gladiators like him. They woulda tossed him girls like Nancy back then.
- [voiceover]
- John Hartigan: I take away his weapon.
- [shoots Junior's hand]
- John Hartigan: [pauses] Both of them.
- [shoots Junior's groin]
- Senator Roark: Power don't come from a badge or a gun. Power comes from lying. Lying big, and gettin' the whole damn world to play along with you. Once you got everybody agreeing with what they know in their hearts ain't true, you've got 'em by the balls.
- The Salesman: The wind rises, electric. She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume is a sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be all right. That I'll save her from whatever she's scared of and take her far, far away. I tell her I love her.
- [silenced gunshot]
- The Salesman: The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she's gone. I'll never know what she was running from. I'll cash her check in the morning.
- Marv: I'll stare the bastard in the face as he screams to God, and I'll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him.
- Marv: This is blood for blood and by the gallons. These are the old days man, the bad days, the all-or-nothing days. They're back! There's no choices left. And I'm ready for war.
- Lucille: Prison was hell for you Marv, it's gonna be life this time.
- Marv: Hell's waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here. But I'm out now. It took someone who was kind to me getting killed to do it. But I'm out. And I know exactly what I'm gonna do.
- [last lines]
- The Salesman: [narrating] Turn the right corner in Sin City, and you can find anything...
- The Salesman: Becky, care for a smoke?
- Becky: [on cell phone] I love you too, mom.
- The Salesman: [narrating, screen goes black] ... Anything.
- Marv: [while exacting revenge on Kevin] He never screams. Even after the dog has its fill and his guts are hanging out, he never screams.
- Dwight: Deadly little Miho. She won't let you feel a thing unless she wants you to. She twists the blade. He feels it.
- [Dwight is driving to The Pits]
- Jack Rafferty: ...sccaught you ssmokinggthere, bud.
- Dwight: You shut the hell up, Jackie-Boy. You're dead. I'm just imagining this, so shut the hell up.
- Jack Rafferty: ...Hntells you somethin 'bout your sstate a' mind don't it?... Ss'got you hearin things'got yer nerves shot. S'got you ssmoking... You know it's truuuuuuue nobody ever really quitsss... Smoker's a smoker when the chips're downn and your chips're down, pretty much
- Dwight: I'm fine, you shut the hell up.
- Jack Rafferty: Will ya look at thaat! Oooooh, those hookers let ya dowwnn hehehehe... What're you gonna do when ya run outta gas? Call Triple A? You ssucker for the babes, you... You ain't even gonna make itt to The Pitss.
- Dwight: You shut the hell up... I'll make it.
- Jack Rafferty: Not unless you keep your eyess on the road, sshugar-pie...
- Jack Rafferty: [shouts] Watch it!
- [Dwight swerves to miss an oncoming car. Jackie-Boy falls onto Dwight's arm, leaning on him]
- Jack Rafferty: Ahh this is grrreatt, s'just like being in a buddy movie. Heheheheh...
- Jack Rafferty: Shut Up!
- [flings Jackie-Boy off of him]
- Jack Rafferty: Hehehe
- [cop on a motorcycle follows them]
- Jack Rafferty: Oh, you're screwed. It's over.
- [lights cigarette]
- Jack Rafferty: You're flushed.
- Dwight: This time I can't bring myself to tell him to shut up. Sure he's an asshole... Sure he's dead... Sure I'm just imagining that he's talking. None of that stops the bastard from being absolutely right. I don't have a chance in hell of outrunning this cop. Not in this heap. The only question left is whether I'm gonna kill him or not. Tough call. For all I know, he's an honest cop, regular guy. Working stiff with a mortgage, a wife and a pile of kids. My hand moves all on its own, sliding on of my guns to my lap and thumbing back the hammer. I don't know what to do...
- Jack Rafferty: You better stopp, you're making him mad.
- Dwight: ...Whatever you say...
- [slams on the brakes, smashing Jackie-Boy's head into the dashboard]
- Cardinal Roark: Will that bring you satisfaction, my son? Killing a helpless old fart?
- Marv: Killing? No. No satisfaction. Everything up until the killing, will be a gas.
- Dwight: The Valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter... and so am I.
- [from trailer]
- Dwight: It's time to prove to your friends that you're worth a damn. Sometimes that means dying, sometimes it means killing a whole lot of people.
- John Hartigan: When it comes to reassuring a traumatized 19-year-old, I'm about as expert as a palsy victim doing brain surgery with a pipe wrench.
- Marv: I'm on my feet for about ten minutes before the cops kick them out from under me. They don't ask me any questions. They just keep knocking the crap out of me and waving a confession in my face. And I keep spitting blood all over it and laughing at how many fresh copies they come up with. Then along comes this worm assistant district attorney who turns the recorder off and says if I don't sign their confession, they'll kill my mom. I break his arm in three places and I sign it.
- [Marv's last line, blood pouring from his mouth, after the first shock from the electric chair]
- Marv: Is that the best you can do, you pansies?
- [They shock him again]
- Marv: [Marv is walking in the back door to Kadie's]
- [voiceover]
- Marv: Walk down the right back alley in Sin City...
- Bouncer: [the bouncer throws someone out the door] Leave your hands off Nancy!
- Marv: [voiceover] ... and you could find anything.
- [Marv steps over the man on the ground and walks right up to the bouncer]
- Bouncer: That coat looks like Baghdad. So does your face. Take off!
- [Marv jabs his thumbs into the bouncer's eyes and walks him backwards through the door]
- Bouncer: Urrrghh... aaahhhhh! Ahhh!
- [Marv throws him into a corner booth]
- Maeve: [watching the whole thing] He's new here, Marv, he didn't know.
- Cardinal Roark: Kevin? Is that you?
- Marv: [holding up Kevin's severed head] What's left of him, anyway. The dog ate the rest.
- Marv: That's the thing with dames, sometimes all they gotta do is let it out and a few buckets later there's no way you'd know.
- Nancy, Age 11: They won't let me testify. I told the cops that you saved my life and they just acted like I was crazy. They talked my parents into keeping me away. They said that you done things that you didn't do. I told them that you saved me from that Roark creep, but they won't even check me out to see if I'm still a virgin. I'm still a virgin, still alive... thanks to you. They got it all backwards.
- John Hartigan: Sometimes the truth doesn't matter like it ought. But you'll always remember things right. That's gonna mean a lot to me. But stay away, Nancy. They'll kill you if you don't stay away. Don't visit me. Don't write me. Don't even say my name.
- Nancy, Age 11: Maybe you won't let me visit, but I'll still write to you, Hartigan. I'll sign my letters "Cordelia." That's the name of a really cool detective in books I read. I'll write to you every week... for forever.
- John Hartigan: Sure, kid. Now run on home. It's not safe for you here.
- [Nancy walks away]
- John Hartigan: Bye, Nancy.
- [Nancy turns around at the door]
- Nancy, Age 11: I love you.
- Marv: [narrating] I don't know why you died, Goldie. I don't know why and I don't know how, I never even met you before tonight. But you were a friend and more when I needed one. And when I find out who did it, it won't be quick and quiet like it was with you. It'll be loud and nasty. My kind of kill. And when his eyes go dead the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him. I love you, Goldie.
- Dwight: [after asking Miho to put Jackie-Boy out of his misery] She doesn't quite chop his head off. She makes a Pez dispenser out of him.
- [Hartigan is on his way to go save a girl from a rapist]
- Bob: I'm gonna get on the horn and wait for back-up. We're gonna wait for back-up!
- John Hartigan: Sure, Bob. You'll call for back-up. And we'll sit on our hands while that Roark brat gets his sick thrills from victim number four. Victim number four! Nancy Callahan. Age 11. She'll be raped and slashed to ribbons. And that back-up we're waiting on will just happen to show up late enough to let Roark get back home to his U.S. Senator daddy and everything will be fine until Junior gets the itch again.
- Bob: Take a deep breath, Hartigan. Settle down and think straight. You're pushing 60. You've got a bum ticker. You're not saving anybody.
- John Hartigan: You've got a great attitude, Bob. You're a great cop. A real credit to the force, you are.
- Bob: Eileen's home waiting for you. Think about Eileen.
- John Hartigan: Heck, Bob. Maybe you're right.
- Bob: I'm glad to hear you're finally talking sense!
- [Hartigan punches Bob in the face]
- John Hartigan: [narrating] Hell of a way to end a partnership. Hell of a way to start my retirement.
- [first lines]
- The Salesman: [voiceover] She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree. I let her hear my footsteps. She only goes stiff for a moment.
- Marv: This padre drove a Mercedes. Or at least that's what they pass off as a Mercedes these days. Modern cars - they all look like electric shavers.
- Yellow Bastard: [to Hartigan] My dad - I'd love him if I didn't *hate* him! He spent a fortune hiring every expert on the planet to grow back that equipment you blew off between my legs! He succeeded, although, as you can see, there were some... side effects.
- Becky: [after Jackie Boy pulls a gun on her] Oh, sugar, you just gone and done the dumbest thing in your whole life.
- Dwight: [while kissing Gail] She almost yanks my head clean off, shoving my mouth into hers so hard it hurts. An explosion that blasts away the dull, gray years between the now and that one fiery night when she was mine.
- [while holding a razor to Jackie Boy's face]
- Dwight: I'm Shellie's new boyfriend and I'm out of my mind. If you so much as talk to her or even think her name, I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman.
- Jack Rafferty: You're making a big mistake, man. A *big* mistake.
- Dwight: You made a big mistake yourself... you didn't flush.
- [Shoves Jack's head into the toilet]
- Yellow Bastard: [referring to 19-year-old Nancy] A little old for my taste, but I can forgive that just this once!
- Wendy: [Marv has just easily shrugged off the ropes] You sat there and took it... when you could've taken my gun away from me any time you wanted to...
- Marv: Sure, but I thought I might be able to talk some sense into you. And I probably would've had to paste you one getting the gun. And I don't hurt girls.
- Marv: I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.
- Jack Rafferty: You want to see it? You wanna see what I got?
- Becky: I've seen all shapes, all sizes.
- Jack Rafferty: [pulls gun] You seen this one? Get in the car.
- Marv: [Driving while grinding a man's face against the pavement] I don't know about you, but I'm havin' a ball.
- Yellow Bastard: [raises knife] Here it comes, it's gonna hurt.
- John Hartigan: You're right about that.
- [stabs him]
- John Hartigan: Sucker.
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