Deathtrap (1982)

Michael Caine: Sidney Bruhl

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Quotes 

• Myra Bruhl : Is it really that good?

  Sidney Bruhl : I'll tell you how good it is. Even a gifted director couldn't hurt it.

• Myra Bruhl : Well, have you thought about collaboration?

  Sidney Bruhl : I don't want any help in killing Clifford Anderson. I want to strike the blow myself.

• Sidney Bruhl : I wonder if it would not be... well, just a trifle starry-eyed of me to contemplate a partnership where I could count on no sense of moral obligation whatsoever.

• Sidney Bruhl : Oh, well. Nothing recedes like success.

• Sidney Bruhl : Clifford, my dear, in your run-ins with the law, in your infancy so to speak, did any of the doctors, policemen, shrinks, did any of them ever use... the... word...?

  Clifford Anderson : What word, Sidney?

  Sidney Bruhl : Sociopath?

  Clifford Anderson : Does that word... frighten you, Sidney?

  Sidney Bruhl : No, no. It does however, give me pause.

• Sidney Bruhl : Do a quick wash-up, get into bed, stay there.

  Clifford Anderson : I'll buy that.

  [Kissing Sidney] 

• Sidney Bruhl : Thank god it wasn't the fat one!

• Sidney Bruhl : Why make it anywhere? Why make it?

  Clifford Anderson : Hahaha, because it's there, Sidney!

  Sidney Bruhl : That's mountains, not plays! Plays are not there until some asshole writes them!

• Sidney Bruhl : Darling, though I might be capable of killing Clifford Anderson, I am not up to the criminal behavior of a Broadway producer.

• Sidney Bruhl : What I should do is, beat the fat bastard over the head with that mace over there, bury him in a hole big enough to accommodate his bloat, and then send his little masterpiece off under my own name.

  Myra Bruhl : Ohh...

  Sidney Bruhl : Heh heh. Now, there's the best idea I've had in ten years.

  Myra Bruhl : Yes, darling, it's so unfair, isn't it?

  Sidney Bruhl : I mean, what's the point in owning a mace, if you don't use it?

• Sidney Bruhl : No blood on the carpet... ten points for neatness.

• [Clifford stops typing and sees that Sidney is reading the newspaper rather than also working] 

  Clifford Anderson : Nothing doing? Why don't you have Helga Ten Dorp over? I don't know, maybe talking with her might spark something.

  [Sidney glares at him and removes the cigar from his mouth.] 

  Sidney Bruhl : You do like to live dangerously, don't you?

  [Clifford sits back in his chair, chuckling.] 

• Sidney Bruhl : This is Clifford Anderson, my secretary; my friend, Porter Milgrim.

  Clifford Anderson : How do you do, sir?

  Porter Milgrim : How do you do.

  Clifford Anderson : Nice to meet you.

  Sidney Bruhl : I would say "my attorney," but he'd bill me.

• Clifford Anderson : Would you like me to explain?

  Sidney Bruhl : What, that you're a lunatic with a death-wish?

  Clifford Anderson : Ha ha ha. I've got the same wish you have, Sidney - a success wish!

• Sidney Bruhl : Clifford, I hate to ask this, but could you give me your own special definition of success, being gangbanged in the shower in the state penitentiary?

  Clifford Anderson : Aw, geez, I knew you were going to have reservations about it.

  Sidney Bruhl : Reservations? I am standing here, petrified, stupefied, horrified! How's that for bloody reservations?

  Clifford Anderson : Come on, Sidney, listen. Look, there is no way... there is no way for anybody to prove what did or did not cause Myra to have a heart attack.

• Sidney Bruhl : I have a name and a reputation! Somewhat tattered, perhaps. But still good for dinner invitations and summer seminars.

• Clifford Anderson : Are you trying to say that you don't think that you can trust me?

  Sidney Bruhl : How clearly you put it!

• Sidney Bruhl : Every time I come in this bloody house, you scream!

• Sidney Bruhl : What an extraordinary gift. I've always been skeptical about ESP, but after this...

  Helga Ten Dorp : Tonight, not in many years have I had such a feeling. Like I was 20 again.

  Sidney Bruhl : Have you always had this gift? Ever since childhood?

  Helga Ten Dorp : Especially in childhood. My parents didn't wrap Christmas presents. Why wasting paper?

• Myra Bruhl : But won't he have another copy lying around somewhere?

  Sidney Bruhl : And notes and rough drafts and outlines! And on opening day of my triumph his gray-haired old mother will come running down the aisle...

  [laughs] 

• Myra Bruhl : [screams] 

  Sidney Bruhl : Every time I come into this bloody house, you scream!

• Sidney Bruhl : I'll bury him in the yard. No, the vegetable patch! Easier digging.