Key Largo (1948)
Humphrey Bogart: Frank McCloud
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Quotes
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[Rocco is showing strain at the height of the hurricane's force]
Frank McCloud : You don't like it, do you Rocco, the storm? Show it your gun, why don't you? If it doesn't stop, shoot it.
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Frank McCloud : When your head says one thing and your whole life says another, your head always loses.
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Johnny Rocco : There's only one Johnny Rocco.
James Temple : How do you account for it?
Frank McCloud : He knows what he wants. Don't you, Rocco?
Johnny Rocco : Sure.
James Temple : What's that?
Frank McCloud : Tell him, Rocco.
Johnny Rocco : Well, I want uh ...
Frank McCloud : He wants more, don't you, Rocco?
Johnny Rocco : Yeah. That's it. More. That's right! I want more!
James Temple : Will you ever get enough?
Frank McCloud : Will you, Rocco?
Johnny Rocco : Well, I never have. No, I guess I won't. You, do you know what you want?
Frank McCloud : Yes, I had hopes once, but I gave them up.
Johnny Rocco : Hopes for what?
Frank McCloud : A world in which there's no place for Johnny Rocco.
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Frank McCloud : One Rocco more or less isn't worth dying for!
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Frank McCloud : "But we aren't making all this sacrifice of human effort and lives to return to the kind of a world we had after the last world war. We're fighting to cleanse the world of ancient evils, ancient ills." - Quoted from FDR's 1942 State of the Union
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[first lines]
Sheriff Ben Wade : [to the driver after pulling over a bus] Hello, Eddie.
Bus Driver : Hi, Ben. What gives?
Sheriff Ben Wade : We're lookin' for a couple Indians broke out of jail. Young bucks in fancy shirts. If you see anything of 'em, telephone my office at Palm Grove.
Bus Driver : Okay.
[after the sheriff and deputy leave, he turns to Frank McCloud in the first passenger seat]
Bus Driver : Those Indians they're lookin' for must be from around here. They always head for home.
Frank McCloud : Home being Key Largo.
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Frank McCloud : Rocco, I must apologize for Mr. Temple. He doesn't know what he's talking about, or, who to.
Frank McCloud : [addressing Temple] Sir, Johnny Rocco was more than a king. He was an emperor. His rule extended over beer, slot machines, the numbers racket, and a dozen other forbidden enterprises. He was a master of the fix. Whom he couldn't corrupt, he terrified. Whom he couldn't terrify, he murdered.
James Temple : [contemptuously glaring at Rocco] You filth. You city filth.
Frank McCloud : Oh, Mr. Temple, you're hopelessly old-fashioned. Your ideas date back years. You're still living in the time when America thought it could get along without the Johnny Roccos.
Frank McCloud : [turning to Rocco] Welcome back, Rocco. It was all a mistake. America's sorry for what it did to you.