The
Usual Suspects quotes are a slick triumph in wordplay
which makes the movie a perfectly crafted mysterious thriller with one
of the greatest movie twists
you'll likely to find.
The brilliance of the story's structure is all present in The Usual Suspects
quotes and lines making you want to see the movie
so you can pick up all the missed clues.
Directed
by: Bryan Singer
Written by: Christopher McQuarrie Starring: Gabriel Byrne
- Dean Keaton Kevin Spacey -
Roger 'Verbal' Kint
Chazz Palminteri - Dave Kujan
Stephen Baldwin - Michael McManus
Benicio Del Toro - Fred Fenster
Kevin Pollak - Todd Hockney
Pete Postlethwaite - Kobayashi
Giancarlo Esposito - Jack Baer, FBI
Suzy Amis - Edie Finneran
Dan Hedaya - Sgt. Jeffrey 'Jeff' Rabin
Paul Bartel - Smuggler
Carl Bressler - Saul Berg
Phillipe Simon - Fortier
Jack Shearer - Renault
Peter Greene - Redfoot the Fence
[first
lines] Keyser Soze:
How you doing
Keaton? Keaton: I
can't feel my
legs...Keyser. Keyser Soze: Ready? Keaton: What
time is it? Keyser Soze: Twelve
thirty. [Keyser points his gun
at Keaton and
shoot him]
[to Kujan] Verbal: What
the cops never figured out, and what I know now, was that these men
would never break, never lie down, never bend over for
anybody...anybody.
[Verbal followed by the
rest of the
five men arrested for the hijacking of a truck are ushered in to the
line-up room] Verbal:[voice over] It
didn't make sense that I'd be there. I mean, these guys were hard-core
hijackers, but there I was. At that point I wasn't scared, I knew I
hadn't done anything they could do me for. Besides, it was fun. I got
to make like I was notorious.
[five suspects in the
line-up are
asked to repeat a phrase] Interrogation Cop:
Number 1,
step forward. Hockney:
Hand me the keys, you
fucking
cocksucker. Interrogation Cop:
Number 2,
step forward. McManus:
Give me the fucking
keys, you fucking cocksucking motherfucker, aaarrrghh! Interrogation Cop:
Knock it
off. Get back. Number 3, step forward. Fenster:[laughing] Hand me
the keys, you
cocksucker. Interrogation Cop:
In English,
please? Fenster:
Excuse me? Interrogation Cop: In
English. Fenster:
Hand me the fucking
keys, you cocksucker, what the fuck?
[being interrogated
for hijacking a truck] Fenster: Say
who? Interrogation Cop: McManus.
He
told us another story altogether. Fenster: Oh,
was that the one
about the hooker with the dysentery?
[being interrogated
for hijacking a truck] Interrogation Cop:
I can put
you in Queens on the night of the hijacking. Hockney:
Really? I live in Queens. Did you put that together yourself, Einstein?
What, do you got a team of monkeys working around the clock on this? Interrogation Cop:
You know what
happens if you do another turn in the joint? Hockney:
Fuck your father in
the shower and then have a snack? Are you going to charge me dickhead? [Keaton's turn in
interrogation chair
for the hijacking] Keaton: I'm
a businessman now. Interrogation Cop:
Yeah? What's
that, the restaurant business? No. From now on, you're in the
gettin'-fucked-by-us business.
[after being
interrogated all five
men are in a holding cell together] Fenster:
They treat me like a
criminal, I'll end up a criminal. Hockney: You
are a criminal! Fenster: Why
you gotta go and
do that? I'm trying to make a point. [whilst being held
together in the holding cell]
McManus:
I
heard you were dead,
Keaton.
Keaton: Oh
yeah? Well, you
heard right.
Keaton: This
whole thing was a
shakedown. McManus: What
makes you say
that? Keaton: How
many times you
been in a lineup? It's always you and four dummies. P.D. are paying
homeless guys ten bucks a head half the time. And there's no way they'd
line five felons in the same row. No way. And what's a...what's a voice
lineup? Public defender could get you out off that one.
[referring
to being
strip-searched during his interrogation]
Fenster:
I had a
finger up my asshole tonight. Hockney: Is
it Friday already?
[to Verbal whose been sat quietly in the holding cell] Hockney:
What about it, pretzel
man? What's your story? Keaton: His
name's Verbal.
Verbal Kint. McManus:
Verbal? Keaton: Yeah. Verbal: Roger
really.
People say I talk too much. Hockney: Yeah,
I was just
gonna tell you to shut up.
[talking into the phone
about Arkosh
Kovash who's in
the hospital with burns to
his body] Jack Baer, FBI: Listen,
send
me someone who can speak Hungarian. Yeah, he's awake. He's talking like
a Thai hooker... [Kovash is speaking
rapidly in
Hungarian]
Jack Baer,
FBI:
What? Arkosh Kovash: ...KEYSER
SOZE...KEYSER
SOZE...
[in Rabin's office] Verbal: Can
I get some coffee? Dave Kujan:
In a while. Let's
talk about the lineup. Verbal: I'm
really thirsty. I
used to dehydrate as a kid. One time it got so bad my piss came out
like snot. I'm not kidding, it was all thick and gooey... Jeff Rabin:
I'll get you
a fuckin' coffee.
Dave
Kujan:
Verbal, you
know
we're trying to help you. Verbal:
Sure, and I appreciate that. And I wanna help you, Agent Kujan. I like
cops. I would've liked to have been a fed myself, but my C.P always... Dave Kujan:
Verbal, you're not
telling us everything. I know you know something. Verbal: I
told the D.A.
everything I know. Dave Kujan: Verbal,
I know you
like Keaton. I know you think he's a good man. Verbal: I
know he was good. Dave Kujan:
He was a corrupt
cop. Verbal: Sure,
fifteen years
ago, but he was a good thief. Anyway, the cops wouldn't let him go
legit. Dave Kujan: Dean
Keaton was a
piece of shit. Verbal: Are
you trying to get
a rise out of me, Agent Kujan? Dave Kujan:
I just wanna hear
your story. Verbal: It's
all there. May I
have a cigarette?
[to Verbal] Dave Kujan: First
day on the job, you know what I learned? How to spot a murderer. Let's
say you arrest three guys for the same killing. You put them all in
jail overnight. The next morning, whoever's sleeping is your man. You
see, if you're guilty, you know you're caught, you get some rest, you
let your guard down. You follow me? Verbal: No. Dave Kujan: Let
me get right
to the point. I'm smarter than you and I'm gonna find out what I want
to know and I'm gonna get it from you whether you like it or not. Verbal: I'm
not a rat.
[Verbal takes a sip of
the coffee
handed to him] Verbal: Back
when I was
picking beans in Guatemala, we used to make
fresh coffee, right off the trees I mean. That was good. This is shit
but, hey, I'm in a police station.
[after being punched in
the stomach
by Keaton] Verbal: I'll
probably shit
blood tonight.
Verbal:[voice over] And
that's where we came in. McManus came to us with the job, Fenster got
the vans, Hockney supplied the hardware, I came through with how to do
it so no one got killed, but Keaton...Keaton put on the finishing
touch. A little "fuck you" from the five of us to the N.Y.P.D.
[to Verbal] Dave Kujan:
Of course, I can't prove this. But I can't prove the best part
either...Dean Keaton was dead. Did you know that? He died in a fire two
years ago during the investigation into the murder of a witness who was
going to testify against him. Two people saw Dean Keaton walk into
a warehouse he owned just before it blew up. They said he went in to
check a leaking gas main. It blew up and took all of Dean Keaton with
it. Within three months of the explosion, the two witnesses, they were
dead. One killed himself in his car, the other fell down an open
elevator shaft.
[talking about Keaton to
Verbal] Dave Kujan:
He was dead just
long enough for the murder rap to blow over. And then he had lunch.