The Usual Suspects

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.

McManus: We gotta bury him.

Hockney: With what?

McManus: With our hands.

(McManus starts digging)

Hockney: Oh, this is nuts! It's dry fucking sand, McManus. When he rots the surfers are gonna smell him a mile away!

McManus: Dig, you fuck!

cop: Todd Hockney?

Hockney: Who wants to know?

cop: New York Police Department.

(Hockney drops his screwdriver, sighs and reaches under the body of the car)

cop: Shit! Freeze! Hold it!

(Hockney actually pulls out a red cloth with which he uses to wipe his face)

Hockney: You sure you brought enough guys?

Verbal: How do you shoot the devil in the back? What if you miss?

(Keaton is introducing quiet Verbal to the other suspects in the cell)

Keaton: His name is 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.

Fenster: I don't know anything about no fuckin? truck.

Interrogation Cop: Oh, yeah? Well, your friend McManus told us a different story altogether.

Fenster: Oh, is that the one about the hooker with the dysentery?

Interrogation Cop: What are you saying?

Fenster: I said he'll flip you.

Interrogation Cop: He'll what?

Fenster: Flip you. Flip ya for real.