Deathtrap (1982)
Christopher Reeve: Clifford Anderson
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Quotes
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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.
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Sidney Bruhl : Do a quick wash-up, get into bed, stay there.
Clifford Anderson : I'll buy that.
[Kissing Sidney]
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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!
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Clifford Anderson : It has to be a playwright who writes thrillers because, I don't know, Arthur Miller probably has old sample cases hanging on the wall.
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Clifford Anderson : [with a gun pointed at him, which only clicks and does not fire] Bang, bang. Sorry, the click is so anticlimactic, Sidney, but I needed the bullets from that gun...
[takes a gun down from the wall]
Clifford Anderson : ... for this one. Now sit down, down, down. Sit down! Right in that chair, thank you. "Reversal," Sidney! Remember? You stressed it in the seminar. First day!
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[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.]
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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.
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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!
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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.
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Clifford Anderson : Are you trying to say that you don't think that you can trust me?
Sidney Bruhl : How clearly you put it!
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Clifford Anderson : I want a short cut, Sidney. And I really don't care whose yard I cut through, if you understand me.