Deathtrap (1982)
Michael Caine: Sidney Bruhl
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Quotes
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Myra Bruhl : Is it really that good?
Sidney Bruhl : I'll tell you how good it is. Even a gifted director couldn't hurt it.
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Myra Bruhl : Well, have you thought about collaboration?
Sidney Bruhl : I don't want any help in killing Clifford Anderson. I want to strike the blow myself.
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Sidney Bruhl : I wonder if it would not be... well, just a trifle starry-eyed of me to contemplate a partnership where I could count on no sense of moral obligation whatsoever.
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Sidney Bruhl : Oh, well. Nothing recedes like success.
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Sidney Bruhl : Clifford, my dear, in your run-ins with the law, in your infancy so to speak, did any of the doctors, policemen, shrinks, did any of them ever use... the... word...?
Clifford Anderson : What word, Sidney?
Sidney Bruhl : Sociopath?
Clifford Anderson : Does that word... frighten you, Sidney?
Sidney Bruhl : No, no. It does however, give me pause.
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Sidney Bruhl : Do a quick wash-up, get into bed, stay there.
Clifford Anderson : I'll buy that.
[Kissing Sidney]
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Sidney Bruhl : Thank god it wasn't the fat one!
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Sidney Bruhl : Why make it anywhere? Why make it?
Clifford Anderson : Hahaha, because it's there, Sidney!
Sidney Bruhl : That's mountains, not plays! Plays are not there until some asshole writes them!
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Sidney Bruhl : Darling, though I might be capable of killing Clifford Anderson, I am not up to the criminal behavior of a Broadway producer.
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Sidney Bruhl : What I should do is, beat the fat bastard over the head with that mace over there, bury him in a hole big enough to accommodate his bloat, and then send his little masterpiece off under my own name.
Myra Bruhl : Ohh...
Sidney Bruhl : Heh heh. Now, there's the best idea I've had in ten years.
Myra Bruhl : Yes, darling, it's so unfair, isn't it?
Sidney Bruhl : I mean, what's the point in owning a mace, if you don't use it?
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Sidney Bruhl : No blood on the carpet... ten points for neatness.
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[Clifford stops typing and sees that Sidney is reading the newspaper rather than also working]
Clifford Anderson : Nothing doing? Why don't you have Helga Ten Dorp over? I don't know, maybe talking with her might spark something.
[Sidney glares at him and removes the cigar from his mouth.]
Sidney Bruhl : You do like to live dangerously, don't you?
[Clifford sits back in his chair, chuckling.]
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Sidney Bruhl : This is Clifford Anderson, my secretary; my friend, Porter Milgrim.
Clifford Anderson : How do you do, sir?
Porter Milgrim : How do you do.
Clifford Anderson : Nice to meet you.
Sidney Bruhl : I would say "my attorney," but he'd bill me.
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Clifford Anderson : Would you like me to explain?
Sidney Bruhl : What, that you're a lunatic with a death-wish?
Clifford Anderson : Ha ha ha. I've got the same wish you have, Sidney - a success wish!
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Sidney Bruhl : Clifford, I hate to ask this, but could you give me your own special definition of success, being gangbanged in the shower in the state penitentiary?
Clifford Anderson : Aw, geez, I knew you were going to have reservations about it.
Sidney Bruhl : Reservations? I am standing here, petrified, stupefied, horrified! How's that for bloody reservations?
Clifford Anderson : Come on, Sidney, listen. Look, there is no way... there is no way for anybody to prove what did or did not cause Myra to have a heart attack.
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Sidney Bruhl : I have a name and a reputation! Somewhat tattered, perhaps. But still good for dinner invitations and summer seminars.
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Clifford Anderson : Are you trying to say that you don't think that you can trust me?
Sidney Bruhl : How clearly you put it!
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Sidney Bruhl : Every time I come in this bloody house, you scream!
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Sidney Bruhl : What an extraordinary gift. I've always been skeptical about ESP, but after this...
Helga Ten Dorp : Tonight, not in many years have I had such a feeling. Like I was 20 again.
Sidney Bruhl : Have you always had this gift? Ever since childhood?
Helga Ten Dorp : Especially in childhood. My parents didn't wrap Christmas presents. Why wasting paper?
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Myra Bruhl : But won't he have another copy lying around somewhere?
Sidney Bruhl : And notes and rough drafts and outlines! And on opening day of my triumph his gray-haired old mother will come running down the aisle...
[laughs]
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Myra Bruhl : [screams]
Sidney Bruhl : Every time I come into this bloody house, you scream!
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Sidney Bruhl : I'll bury him in the yard. No, the vegetable patch! Easier digging.