Bullseye! (1990)
Michael Caine: Sidney Lipton, Doctor Hicklar
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Quotes
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Garald Bradley-Smith : Here, have a forkful of mine.
[Gerald moves his fork towards Sidney's open mouth, put moves it back suddenly. Sidney looks annoyed]
Lipton : How bloody juvenile can you get?
[Gerald smiles at him while eating, with eyes wide open]
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Willie : Now we've all arrived, let's get down to business.
Lipton : What business?
Willie : Things are tough, Sidney. I'm broke, widowed, and being thrown out of my home. I need my real frieinds.
Lipton : Then why is Gerald here?
Willie : Because I want you two to do a job.
Lipton : I'm not working with that double-crosser. He's put so many partners in jail they've named a wing after him,
Garald Bradley-Smith : You're no master criminal yourself.
Lipton : Yeah, well the closest thing you'll ever get to a brainstorm is a drizzle.
[Smiles]
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Lipton : Do you really think we look the same?
Inspector Grosse : You sure do! I'll bankroll the preparations. All the research is in here.
[Holds up folder]
Lipton : Hickler's got blue eyes, I haven't.
Garald Bradley-Smith : My one's quite handsome.
Lipton : You'll never look like him them.
[Gerald looks offended]
Lipton : Here, my one's got a funny nose.
Garald Bradley-Smith : You're the one with a funny nose.
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Alf : Sidney! Hey Sidney! Sidney, it's me Alf. We shared a prison cell.
Lipton : [Pretending to be Hickler] I think you made mistake, mister. My name is Hickler, Doctor Daniel Hickler.
Alf : But I owe you twenty quid, Sid boy.
Garald Bradley-Smith : I'll take that.
[takes banknote]
Lipton : You don't know me.
Alf : Geez, maybe you're right. Love the new nose Sid; the accent stinks.
Lipton : [In normal voice] I'm dead!
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Darrell Hyde : Don't worry, you're under twenty-four hour surveillance.
Lipton : You had Hickler under twenty-four hour surveillance, you had under Bavistock twenty-four hour surveillance, you couldn't keep your dick under twenty-four hour surveillance.
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Darrell Hyde : Gotcha.
Lipton : He went down there!
[Pointing at Hickler]
Darrell Hyde : I'm not gonna fall for that old trick...
Lipton : Oh, for Heaven's sake! I'll show you.
[Sidney takes a dark out from his kilt, throws it up at the sky. A bird falls down, with the dart in it, in a flurry of feathers]
Lipton : Could Hickler do that?
Nigel Holden : Why should he? He's a vegetarian.
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Willie : Sidney, guess who's here.
Inspector Grosse : 'Allo Sid.
Lipton : You!
[Begins to choke him]
Willie : You remember Chief Inspector Grosse.
Inspector Grosse : No hard feelings, ay Sid?
Lipton : No hard feelings? You put me away for three years!
Inspector Grosse : Had to Sid, someone ratted on you!
Lipton : Ratted? Nobody knew about that heist, except me... And Gerald.
[He releases Gerald, stands up, and comes to a cosmic relisation]
Lipton : Of course. It was Gerald.
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Sir John Bavistock : Good, we missed the dinner.
Daniel Hicklar : Still time to impress the science groupies.
Sir John Bavistock : Let's wash our hands.
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Lipton : Well come on guys; don't just stare. Do you want cheap energy or don't you?
[Korean bidder hands him his bid]
Lipton : I know things are cheap out east, but forget it.
[Iranian bidder hands him his bid]
Lipton : A very fair offer. And my I add, that the Islamic Republic of Iran has been grossly misrepresented in the Western media.
Iranian Bidder : Just get on with the sale, a**hole.
Lipton : Yip.
[Points at Death's Head, who hands him his offer]
Lipton : Heh, you win handsome. Your government will bid in the final auction. You have your, er, none returnable deposit?
[Inspects Death's Head's deposit]
Lipton : Yep, this looks pretty good. Anyone ever tell you that you look like Mel Gibson?
[Death's Head shakes his head]
Lipton : I'm not surprised.
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Daniel Hicklar : Yay! Yay!
[Sir John dashes off]
Camera Operator : Hey, where's he going?
TV Interviewer : Sir John?
Daniel Hicklar : It works, it works!
Sir John Bavistock : Are you sure?
Daniel Hicklar : You bet you a*s! Let's have some champagne.
Sir John Bavistock : But you don't drink!
Daniel Hicklar : [Throws champagne bottle at wall] I give you, licence to print money.
Sir John Bavistock : Oh hu hu huh. No one else knows?
Daniel Hicklar : No one else knows. What do you reckon the secret to an endless supply of clean cheap energy is worth on the open market?
Sir John Bavistock : Money, money!
[Face lights up]
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Lipton : Good evening, gentlemen. I use the term loosely.
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Lipton : We're thieves, not spies.
Garald Bradley-Smith : Thank you Sidney.
[Camera zooms out]
Garald Bradley-Smith : There goes our not guilty plea.
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Lipton : Dis is a major double-cross!
[Said with indignant fury]
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Lipton : We're in deadly danger!
Garald Bradley-Smith : You're in deadly danger. Bavistock has not escaped.
Lipton : You think you're so hard, don't you.
Garald Bradley-Smith : I'll let Francesca be the judge of that.
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Sir John Bavistock : Quiet supper at the club?
Daniel Hicklar : Yup.
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Lipton : Comfortable! Who cares if he's comfortable, he's a crook!