John Wayne credited as playing...
Lt. Brannigan
- Brannigan: Commander, it's my breakfast time. I'd sure like, uh, two over easy, some bacon crisp, and a short stack.
- Cmdr. Charles Swann: [to the waiter] Right. I think what my guest would like is two eggs lightly fried on either side, a couple rashers of bacon, and a modest portion of pancakes.
- Brannigan: Not too modest on the pancakes.
- Brannigan: If I sound like a bear cub with a toothache, it's just that...
- Brannigan: I understand, sir. My father flew with the RAF. He said there were only three things wrong with the Yanks: 'overpaid, oversexed, and over here'.
- Brannigan: I really walked into that one - and deserved it. I'm sorry.
- Det. Sgt. Jennifer Thatcher: Might we start again, sir?
- Brannigan: Why? We're doing fine.
- Cmdr. Charles Swann: This isn't Chicago, you know, Brannigan.
- Brannigan: That's right, commander. You can't buy a decent burger any place... .
- [unintelligible]
- [Brannigan approaches a motorcyclist who has just thrown a bag in the Thames]
- Brannigan: Can you swim?
- Motorcycle Courier: Yes.
- Brannigan: Go get it!
- [pushes motorcyclist into the river]
- Brannigan: Kinda strange, having a couple of cops advise you on what's in your client's best interest.
- Mel Fields: Knock it off, Brannigan. If Larkin's friends in Chicago find out I'm in bed with the Yard, they'll part my hair with a blowtorch!
- [Larkin employed Gorman the hitman to plant a bomb in Brannigan's flat. It has just gone off, blowing a hole in the wall through which the Albert Memorial is visible]
- Brannigan: [ironically] Larkin paid twenty-five grand to get me that view.
- Cmdr. Charles Swann: [Speaking of the private automobile that Brannigan commandeered for his police chase and that he wrecked] Incidentally, regarding that automobile, where would you like it shipped?
- Brannigan: Huh?
- Cmdr. Charles Swann: You bought it, you know.
- Capt. Moretti: I packed a bag for you.
- Brannigan: That is my bag!
- Capt. Moretti: I put everything in that was clean. Here, don't catch cold.
- Brannigan: Moretti, you're gonna make somebody a nice little wife.
- Cmdr. Charles Swann: Would you like a glass of sherry?
- Brannigan: Well, actually, I'd like a boilermaker. That's whisky - neat, you'd say - and a beer chaser, cold, if you can find it.
- Cmdr. Charles Swann: Under our judicial system, Mr. Larkin has the right to apply for bail.
- Brannigan: Well, unfortunately, we have the same law. That's how we lost him.
- Cmdr. Charles Swann: Rather careless, wasn't it?
- Brannigan: Should I call you Sir Charles?
- Cmdr. Charles Swann: I think Swann'll do nicely, thank you. I only use the "Sir" for theatre tickets and table reservations.
- Brannigan: If it was up to me I'd get some men out thumpin' on the streets, passing out some 'e pluribus unum'. That's what 90 per cent of police work is today.
- Cmdr. Charles Swann: The murder rate in your country, I'm sure, gives *ample* testimony to your superior police methods.
- Cmdr. Charles Swann: Do you think you can raise that money by tomorrow morning?
- Mel Fields: That's no problem. Fortunately Mr. Larkin has generous and influential associates in the States.
- Brannigan: Translation, Commander: hoods!
- Mel Fields: A bank draft is on its way.
- Brannigan: Mob money, squeezed out of hookers and skimmed off of casinos.
- Cmdr. Charles Swann: Dammit, I'm having to take more flak than an air gunner over Normandy on this. Forget the commissioner. Now we've got the Home Secretary blowing his top, demanding to know what kind of a lunatic I've turned loose. This isn't Chicago, you know, Brannigan!
- Brannigan: That's right, Commander. You can't buy a decent hamburger any place.
- [Brannigan has used a revolver wrapped in a plastic bag to coerce Angell into revealing the whereabouts of Ben Larkin. Brannigan then puts the weapon on the table and telephones police headquarters]
- Brannigan: You must be getting old, Angell, trying to push second-rate paper like this.
- [Brannigan reaches the desk sergeant and doesn't notice that Angell has taken the gun in the plastic bag]
- Angell: Turn around, big man!
- Brannigan: Angell, you're a real bush-leaguer.
- Angell: Oh yeah?
- [Angell squeezes the gun's trigger, but it clicks empty]
- Brannigan: Oh, you know something, I don't think it's loaded.
- Angell: [flying into a rage] Why you dirty lousy Mick! You got no rules! You got no...
- [Brannigan grabs a piece of wood and clobbers Angell, who falls unconscious onto the table. Brannigan ties him up while the desk sergeant on the phone yells for him]
- Brannigan: [to the phone] Nice to be wanted.
- Angell: [waking up] Listen Brannigan, you're dead! There's a contract out on you!
- [Brannigan tosses the empty gun on the table next to Angell]
- Brannigan: Try explaining that to your parole officer.