L.A. Confidential (1997)
Kim Basinger: Lynn Bracken
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Quotes
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Lynn Bracken : I see Bud because I want to. I see Bud because he can't hide the good inside of him. I see Bud because he treats me like Lynn Bracken and not some Veronica Lake look-alike who fucks for money.
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[last lines]
Lynn Bracken : Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona.
[She kisses Exley on the cheek]
Lynn Bracken : Bye.
Ed Exley : Bye.
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Lynn Bracken : You say "fuck" a lot.
Bud White : You fuck for money.
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Bud White : I'd like to see you again.
Lynn Bracken : Are you asking me for a date, or an appointment?
Bud White : ...I don't know.
Lynn Bracken : Well, if you're asking me for a date, I should know your first name.
Bud White : [embarrassed] Forget I asked. It was a mistake.
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Lynn Bracken : You're the first man in five years who didn't tell me I look like Veronica Lake inside of a minute.
Bud White : You look better than Veronica Lake.
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Bud White : Merry Christmas.
Lynn Bracken : Merry Christmas to you, officer.
Bud White : That obvious, huh?
Lynn Bracken : It's practically stamped on your forehead.
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Bud White : Something's wrong with the Nite Owl. I know it in here,
[points to his chest]
Bud White : I know it. That prick Exley shot the wrong guys. Whoever killed my partner, is still out there. I... If I could work cases like a real detective, I could prove it. But I'm not smart enough. I'm just the guy they bring in to scare the other guy shitless.
Lynn Bracken : You're wrong. You found Patchett, you found me. You're smart enough.
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Ed Exley : [they are looking at each other's faces, both bloodied by Bud] Are you okay?
Lynn Bracken : [nods] You okay?
Ed Exley : Bud hates himself for what he did.
Lynn Bracken : I know how he feels.
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Lynn Bracken : [to Ed] Fucking me and fucking Bud aren't the same thing, you know.
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[lying in bed, Lynn touches a scar on Bud's shoulder]
Lynn Bracken : Where did this come from?
Bud White : When I was twelve, my old man went after my mother with a bottle. I got in the way.
Lynn Bracken : So you saved her.
Bud White : ...Not for long.
Lynn Bracken : I'm sorry, it's none of my business...
Bud White : He tied me to the radiator. I watched him beat my mother to death with a tire iron. Then he left me there. Three days before a truant officer found us... They never found the old man.
Lynn Bracken : Is that why you became a cop? To get even?
Bud White : ...Maybe.
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Lynn Bracken : I was wondering when you'd knock on my door again, Officer White.
Bud White : It's Bud.
Lynn Bracken : Bud...
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Lynn Bracken : There's blood on your shirt. Is that an integral part of your job?
Bud White : Yeah.
Lynn Bracken : Do you enjoy it?
Bud White : When they deserve it.
Lynn Bracken : Did they deserve it?
Bud White : I'm not sure.
Lynn Bracken : But you did it anyway.
Bud White : Yeah, just like the half-dozen guys you screwed today.
Lynn Bracken : Well, actually, it was only two.
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Bud White : Pierce Patchett?
Lynn Bracken : He takes a cut of our earnings and invests it for us. He doesn't let us use narcotics and he doesn't abuse us. Can your policeman's mentality grasp those contradictions?
Bud White : He had you cut to look like Veronica Lake.
Lynn Bracken : No. I'm really a brunette, but the rest is me.
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[Lynn leads Bud to her private bedroom]
Bud White : Why me?
Lynn Bracken : [shakes her head, whispers] I don't know.