Monsieur Spade
Sundays 9:00 PM on AMCMonsieur Spade Season 1 Episode 3: "Like Every Love Story" Quotes
Sam: I work for Gabrielle Lavarone.
Philippe: As what? As a Gardner?
Sam: More like her housekeeper.
Philippe: Tell me your name again?
Sam: Samuel Spade.
Philippe: How ridiculous.
Sam: My mother liked it.
Philippe: A whore, no doubt.
Sam: Maybe we’ll leave my mother out of this and focus on you and me.
Philippe: You understand what I’m saying?
Sam: Not really, but then I was too busy wondering what day you might finish talking to listen.
Sam: That’s five hundred thousand francs.
Philippe: Five hundred thousand. That’s a lot of francs.
Sam: A whole lot.
Philippe: What am I supposed to do with it?
Sam: Buy yourself a new boat and row yourself the fuck out of here.
Philippe: Where would I go?
Sam: I hear Norway needs more assholes.
So I might leave you one day. You might leave me one day. Sounds like every love story I’ve ever heard.
Sam
Sam: Well, you kept your cool, Patrice.
Patrice: Please. You may have not raised your voice, but you still poked him as hard as I did.
Sam: I just like to shake the tree to see what falls out.
Patrice: Except, my reckless American friend, shake a Roman tree, and you get a face full of birdshit.
Sam: I tried to quit. I just kept finding cigarettes between my fingers.
Doctor: Try harder.
Sam: I’m going to have those words painted on the ceiling of my bedroom.
I’m not going to fight you anymore. If I want you dead, I just have to wait. And from what I can see, the wait won’t be long.
Jean-Pierre
Sam: I don't think you and I are having the same conversation.
Philippe: Of course we are.
Sam: Then you're either really dumb, or you're trying to provoke me, which also makes you really dumb, or you're just what everybody says you are.
Philippe: Handsome. Devil may care.
Sam: Whatever you are and whatever you want me to think you are, you're not drunk, you're not bored, and you're not all that interesting, so you can knock off that bug act and listen to what I have to say. I promise to be quick, you can get back to your sulking, and I can get back to the States where people don't butter their fucking fruit.
