恐怖角 (1962)

Max Cady:

I got somethin' planned for your wife and kid that they ain't nevah gonna forget. They ain't nevah gonna forget it... and neither will you, Counselor! Nevah!

Police Chief Mark Dutton:

[Bowden has told Dutton that he's worried about Max Cady] You have a dog don't you, Sam?

Sam Bowden:

She couldn't bite through a doughnut; but she's a good barker.

Police Chief Mark Dutton:

Well, that's good enough. I'll call you when they pick him up.

Diane Taylor:

[Diane is cuddling with Max as he is driving] Why are we going this way?

Max Cady:

Better scenery.

Diane Taylor:

What would you know about scenery? Or beauty? Or any of the things that really make life worth living? You're just an animal: coarse, lustful, barbaric.

Max Cady:

Keep right on talkin', honey. I like it when you run me down like that.

Diane Taylor:

Max Cady, what I like about you is... you're rock bottom. I wouldn't expect you to understand this, but it's a great comfort for a girl to know she could not possibly sink any lower.

Diane Taylor:

[after Cady has beaten her, she prepares to leave town] You can't help me.

Charles Sievers:

But I can. Now you file an assault charge and Cady'll get six months in jail.

Diane Taylor:

Six months! And after that... When he walked out of this room he said... he said to consider this only a sample. And from my limited knowledge of human nature, Max Cady isn't a man who makes idle threats.

Sam Bowden:

[tries to pay Cady to leave town; Cady wants revenge] You shocking degenerate. I've seen the worst - the dregs - but you... you are the lowest. Makes me sick to breathe the same air.

[leaves the bar]

[last lines]

Max Cady:

[Bowden has shot Cady and is holding the gun on him] Go ahead. I just don't give a damn.

Sam Bowden:

No. No! That would be letting you off too easy, too fast. Your words - do you remember? Well I do. No, we're gonna take good care of you. We're gonna nurse you back to health. And you're strong, Cady. You're gonna live a long life... in a cage! That's where you belong and that's where you're going. And this time for life! Bang your head against the walls. Count the years - the months - the hours... until the day you rot!

Police Chief Mark Dutton:

Let's make with the pants.