Lucky Number Slevin

// maj 30th, 2006 // Mit liv

Jeg så Lucky Number Slevin i går.

Fed film.. Hvis man kunne li’ The Usual Suspects, så bør man også se denne.

Her er et par citater fra filmen (rippet fra imdb)

Slevin: They call him the Rabbi.
Lindsey: Why do they call him the Rabbi?
Slevin: Because he’s a Rabbi.

The Rabbi: I bet it was that mouth that got you that nose.

Mr. Goodkat: Charlie Chaplin once entered a Charlie Chaplin look-alike contest and came in third, thats a story.

The guy: This guy looks like he’s in a heap of trouble. He’s got the in’s with both the darkies and the skull-caps.

Lindsey: I was thinking that if you’re still alive when I get back from work tonight… maybe we could go out to dinner or something?

Slevin: Who are you?
The Boss: I’m The Boss.
Slevin: I thought he was The Boss.
The Boss: Why? Do we look alike?

Slevin’s Girlfriend: [after Slevin walks in on her cheating on him] This is an accident.
Slevin: What happened? He tripped and you fell?

Lindsey: How ironic.
Slevin Kelevra: I know. They live right across from each other.
Lindsey: No. A mobster with a gay son. That’s ironic.

Elvis: [Grabs Slevin by the throat and moves him into the living room] The Boss wants to see you.
Slevin: Who?
Sloe: The Boss.
Slevin: Whose the Boss?
Sloe: The guy we work for. Sit
Slevin: [He attempts getting up but is kept down by Sloe] Look. I’m not the guy you’re looking for. I don’t live here.
Sloe: Yeah well you look like the guy who lives here.
Slevin: Man, you don’t know what the guy who lives here looks like.
Elvis: What he means to say is that you look like you live here.
Sloe: Yeah, that’s what I mean to say.

[last lines]
Mr. Goodkat: My name’s Goodkat. You can call me Mr. Goodkat.

Slevin: Bad dog.

Sloe: Well you can tell that to the one-legged man, so he can bump it on down the road.

The Boss: [Showing a picture] This was my son. Notice how I said was? That’s because he’s dead. Relegated to the past tense. Went from an is to a was before he had his breakfast.
Slevin: Bummer.

Slevin: I said the same thing that the guy with two penises guy says when his tailor asks if he dresses to the right or to the left. Yes.

The Boss: They call him “the Fairy”…
Slevin: Why do they call him “the Fairy”?
The Boss: Because he’s a fairy.
Slevin: What, he’s got wings… he flies around sprinkling magic dust on people?
The Boss: [angry] He’s a homosexual!

Nick: Fuck. Shit. Jesus.
Mr. Goodkat: ‘Fuck, Shit, Jesus’ is right.

Lindsey: A mobster with a gay son. How ironic.

The Rabbi: You must be Mr. Fisher.
Slevin: Must I be? Because it hasn’t been working out for me lately.
The Rabbi: But I’m afraid you must.
Slevin: Well if I must.

Brikowski: Who are you?
Slevin: Philosophically speaking?
Brikowski: Name.
Slevin: Rank, serial number?
The guy: You should really play ball kid.
Slevin: Really? You think I’m tall enough?
Brikowski: [hits Slevin in stomach]
Brikowski: What is your name?
Slevin: [gasping for breath] Oh yeah, now I remember, Slevin Kelevra.

Slevin: How did you find out about us?
Mr. Goodkat: I’m a world-class assassin, fuckhead. How do you think I found out?

Slevin Kelevra: You two killed everything I love.
[pause]
Slevin Kelevra: Fuck you both.

Slevin: I’m not gay.
Brikowski: I’m a cop.
Slevin: Well, I’m not a robber if you catch my drift.

Mr. Goodkat: I’m a world-class assassin, fuckhead. How do you think I found out?

Slevin: Someone’s trying to kill you.
Yitzchok: Who?
Slevin: Me.

The Rabbi: But killing you before you killed me would be…
Slevin: Kosher?
The Rabbi: Acceptable.

Slevin: Anything else you want to tell me?
The Boss: I suppose I don’t need to say anything as terribly cliche as “go to the police and you’re a dead man”.
Slevin: I think you just did.
The Boss: I guess I did.

Lindsey: I’m short for my height.

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