The Grifters (1990)

Anjelica Huston: Lilly Dillon

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• Bobo Justus : One question. Do you want to stick to that story, or do you want to keep your teeth?

  Lilly Dillon : I want to keep my teeth.

• Bobo Justus : [trying to get an explanation for Lilly's horse bet]  You want to talk to me straight up?

  Lilly Dillon : My son.

  Bobo Justus : Your what?

  Lilly Dillon : My son was in the hospital.

  Bobo Justus : What the fuck are you doing with a son?

• Lilly Dillon : You're working some angle, and don't tell me you're not because I wrote the book!

  Roy Dillon : What about you? You still handling playback money for the mob?

  Lilly Dillon : THAT's me. That's who I am. You were never cut out for the rackets, Roy.

  Roy Dillon : How come?

  Lilly Dillon : You aren't tough enough.

  Roy Dillon : Not as tough as you, huh?

  Lilly Dillon : Get off the grift, Roy.

  Roy Dillon : Why?

  Lilly Dillon : You haven't got the stomach for it.

• Doctor : Miss Dillon, I'm sorry about our little disagreement on the phone. And I'm really sorry about your son. Well, it's hard to believe that such a strapping young man is your son.

  Lilly Dillon : Never mind that, just take care of him.

  Doctor : He's had, he's had an internal hemorrhage. He's bleeding to death.

  Lilly Dillon : Well, make it stop!

  Doctor : His blood pressure's under a hundred. I don't think he's going to make it to the hospital.

  Lilly Dillon : You know who I work for.

  Doctor : There's just so much I can do.

  Lilly Dillon : My son is going to be all right. If not, I'll have you killed.

• Lilly Dillon : I gave you your life twice. I'm asking you to give me mine once.

• Lilly Dillon : Well, sure, Roy. You want me to drive up - ? Okay, fine, come on down. It won't be a home-cooked meal, you know.

  Roy Dillon : Well, that's good news.

• Myra Langtry : I'm Roy's friend.

  Lilly Dillon : Yes. I imagine you're lots of people's friend.

  Myra Langtry : [taking a good look at LILLY]  Oh, of course, now that I see you in the light, you're plenty old enough to be Roy's mother.

  Lilly Dillon : Aren't we all?

  Roy Dillon : Play nice. Don't fight.

• Roy Dillon : I guess I owe you my life, Lilly.

  Lilly Dillon : You always did, Roy.

• Lilly Dillon : I was hoping we could play it straight with one another.

  Roy Dillon : I guess not.

  Lilly Dillon : I guess you won't be getting a straight job, either.

  Roy Dillon : Not this week.

  Lilly Dillon : Not ever.

  Roy Dillon : It's up to me. I'm strictly short con. It's nothing but small time stuff. I can walk away from it anytime I want.

  Lilly Dillon : Where have I heard that before?

  Roy Dillon : Yeah, but I'm in control.

  Lilly Dillon : Sure. You're only 25 years old, already you can lay down four grand without even turning a hair. Grift's like anything else, Roy. You don't stand still. You either go up or down. Usually down, sooner or later.

  Roy Dillon : Well, I'll let it be a surprise, then.

• Bobo Justus : Did I buy you that dress you piece of shit?

  Lilly Dillon : Well I guess so, you're the guy I work for.

• Myra Langtry : I'm Roy's friend.

  Lilly Dillon : Yes, I imagine you're lots of people's friends.

• Bobo Justus : Tell me about the oranges, Lilly...

  [kicks over a bag of oranges] 

  Bobo Justus : While you put those in the towel.

  Lilly Dillon : [kneels on the floor and starts picking them up]  You hit a person with the oranges wrapped in a towel... they get big, ugly looking bruises. But they don't really get hurt, not if you do it right. It's for working scams against insurance companies.

  Bobo Justus : And if you do it wrong?

  Lilly Dillon : [terrified]  It can louse up your insides. You can get p... p... p-p-p-p-p

  Bobo Justus : What?

  Lilly Dillon : P-permanent damage.

  Bobo Justus : You never shit right again.

• [last lines] 

  Lilly Dillon : Roy, will you or won't you? What can I do to get it? Is there nothing I can do?

  Roy Dillon : Lilly - Jesus, what are you doing?

  Lilly Dillon : Nothing at all. Nothing at all.

  [Lilly swings briefcase. Roy bleeds] 

  Lilly Dillon : [sobbing]  No, no, no, no, no, no!

• Lilly Dillon : I guess we won't be getting a straight job.