Harry Lockhart

— I want you to picture a bullet inside your head. Can you do that for me?
— Fuck you. Anyway, that's ambiguous.
— Ambiguous? I don't think so.
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— I don't know anything about a girl, seriously. I was bluffing.
— I think that you are bluffing right now.
— Harry, what are you doing?
— What I'm doing for the guy who likes to bluff is I'm playing a little game called «Am I Bluffing»? Huh! Where is she? Where the fuck is Harmony? You want to play hardball? Where is the girl?
— What did you just do?
— I just put in one bullet, didn't I?
— You put a live round in that gun?
— Yeah, there was like an 8 percent chance.
— Eight? Who taught you math?

— I steal shit.
— Come again?
— That's what I do for a living. I steal audio-visual components. I steal. I robbed a house. [shows his watch] I stole this watch. It's a cool watch. It's got this little light thing. I stole this gum from the lobby, because it was kind of a rush. I've never finished anything that I've started my entire life. Not school, not marriage, nothing. And I have this thing where, like halfway in the middle, I just and I cut and run.
— Like the other night when you were all over me and you gave up and just went for it with...
— Prime example. I switched to the ugly friend. Homely friend. She's not ugly. She's homely. Don't go. Please. Not yet. This isn't finished.
— Turn around.
— Why?
— Just turn around.
— What, my tag's out?
— This dump have a bar?
— Yeah.

— Our mascot, back in high school, who was it? Come on, Harry, stay with me.
— «Whitey», the white knight. «Whitey». I guess it's better than calling him «Knighty». Then it'd be «Knighty Knight». Soon it'd be Toodles, and then Ta-Ta. It's very emasculating.

— Boils down to this: Veronica Dexter, yesterday afternoon about 4:30, left her home. Went off to the airport, pick up some dude, old boyfriend. Off she went.
— That was the last anybody saw of her?
— With a symmetrical, ungooshed head.

— Harry, I was thinking some more about this reality versus fiction.
— Oh, is that a fact.
— Like in the movies, when a guy sticks a gun at some schmuck's back and says: «Let's take a walk». He's got a hostage.
— I've seen that movie.
— In reality, the pros like about five feet of separation.
— Right, huh?
— That's so the schmuck doesn't take the gun back and make him eat it.

Harmony Faith Lane was your typical L. A. girl, she wasn't from there. She grew up in a burg in southern Indiana. «When in doubt, cut up a pig».

— So, what do you do for a living?
— Uh, I'm retired. I invented dice when I was a kid.