Body Heat Quotes

Ned: Maybe you shouldn't dress like that.

Matty: This is a blouse and a skirt. I don't know what you're talking about.

Ned: You shouldn't wear that body.

Matty: [to Ned] You aren't too smart, are you? I like that in a man.

Ned: What else do you like? Lazy? Ugly? Horny? I got 'em all.

Matty: You don't look lazy.

Peter: I think I've underestimated you, Ned. I don't know why it took me so long. You've started using your incompetence as a weapon.

Ned: My defense was evolving. You guys got scared.

Ned: You can stand here with me if you want but you'll have to agree not to talk about the heat.

Matty: I'm a married woman.

Ned: Meaning what?

Matty: Meaning I'm not looking for company.

Ned: Then you should have said I'm a happily married woman.

Matty: That's my business.

Ned: Can I buy you a drink?

Matty: I told you. I've got a husband.

Ned: I'll buy him one too.

Matty: He's out of town.

Ned: My favorite kind. We'll drink to him.

Matty: Only comes up on weekends.

Ned: I'm liking him better all the time.

Ned: I need someone to take care of me, someone to rub my tired muscles, smooth out my sheets.

Matty: Get married.

Ned: I just need it for tonight.

Matty: [spills a cherry slush on her blouse] Would you get me a paper towel or something? Dip it in some cold water.

Ned: Right away. I'll even wipe if off for you.

Matty: You don't want to lick it?

Matty: What are you doing in Pinehaven?

Ned: I'm no yokel, I was all the way to Miami once.

Matty: My temperature runs a couple of degrees high, around a hundred. I don't mind. It's the engine or something.

Ned: Maybe you need a tune up.

Matty: Don't tell me. You have just the right tool.

Ned: I like this place; it's got a nice feel.

Matty: You were on top.

Ned: So it could use a better mattress. See to it, will you?

Matty: Yes, sir.

Oscar: Whatcha got for pie today, Stella?

Stella: I got cherry, cherry and cherry.

Oscar: Well, what do you recommend?

Stella: I like the cherry.

Oscar: Bring it on.

Ned: How's the cop business, Oscar?

Oscar: Real good. Always starts hopping in weather like this. When it gets this hot, people try to kill each other.

Peter: Assistant County Prosecutor is not the end of the line for me.

Ned: No, no. Someday, Deputy County Prosecutor.

Ned: Hey lady, ya wanna fuck?

Mary Ann: [turns around] Gee, I don't know. Maybe. This sure is a friendly town.

Ned: I'm sorry.

Mary Ann: You are? You mean the offers no good?

Matty: Ned, this is Mary Ann.

Mary Ann: We were just meeting. Ned made me feel very welcome.

[Ned is getting the arson set-up from Teddy]

Teddy Lewis: Hey now, I want to ask you something. Are you listening to me, asshole? Because, I like you. I got a serious question for you: What the fuck are you doing? This is not shit for you to be messin' with. Are you ready to hear something? I want you to see if this sounds familiar: any time you try a decent crime, you got fifty ways you're gonna fuck up. If you think of twenty-five of them, then you're a genius - and you ain't no genius. You remember who told me that?

[Ned nods, "yes"]

Miles Hardin: [to the other participants in a meeting concerning Edmund Walker's will] Would anybody mind if I smoked?

[Immediately, everyone else in the meeting except for Peter Lowenstein lights up a cigarette or other tobacco product]

Peter: [after one of the other participants offers him a cigarette] No, I don't need my own, I'll just breathe the air.

Edmund Walker: The guy came to us with a business proposition. We're always looking for opportunities, if the conditions are right. We're willing to take an occasional risk, if the downside isn't too steep. But this guy hadn't done his homework, he didn't know the bottom line. That's how I knew he was full of shit. You've got to know the bottom line. That's all that really counts. He didn't have the goods, this guy. He was like a lot of guys you run into - they want to get rich, they want to do it quick, they want to be there with one score. But they're not willing to do what's necessary. Do you know what I mean?

Ned: I'm not sure. You mean, do the groundwork? Earn it?

Edmund Walker: No. No, I mean do what's necessary. Whatever's necessary.

Ned: Yeah. I know that kind of guy. I hate that. It makes me sick.

Edmund Walker: Me too.

Ned: I'm a lot like that.

[first lines]

Angela: My God, it's hot. I stepped out of the shower and stared sweating again. It's still burning?

Peter: Stella, when you gonna get a real air conditioner in here.

Stella: You don't like it, there's lots of other places.

Peter: They don't have you.

Ned: You have a house.

Matty: How'd you know that?

Ned: You look like Pinehaven.

Matty: How does Pinehaven look?

Ned: Well tended.

Matty: I'm well tended, all right. Well tended. What about you?

Ned: Me? I need tending.

Matty: At least it's cool. I'm burning up.

Ned: I asked you not to talk about the heat.

Ned: You're not so tough after all, are you?

Matty: No, I'm weak.

Matty: Mmm. Yes, yes.

Ned: That's right.

Matty: Please - do it.

Ned: Hey, gimme a break here. It takes a little while.

Matty: It's your fault. I never wanted it like this before...

Ned: It takes me a good thirty seconds.

Matty: Are you sure? I just want to be sure.

Ned: You look terrible. Don't you sleep?

Peter: I had a dream last night that was so boring it woke me up. I was afraid to go back to sleep.

Peter: Where the hell have you been?

Ned: What do you mean, I been around.

Peter: I've barely seen you for a month. Oh-oh-oh, wait a minute, some new quiff, isn't it?

Ned: I lead a lonely life.

Oscar: Right. And it's gonna snow later today,

Ned: [in bed] You all right?

Matty: Don't - stop.

Ned: You are killing me. You know that? I'm sore.

Matty: Your sore? You got nerve.

Ned: It's about to fall off.

Matty: Is there any more ice? I'm burning up.

Matty: I'm afraid; because, when I think about it, I wish that he'd die. That's really what I want. It's horrible and ugly and It's what I most want.

Ned: That's where we're at, isn't it?

Matty: What do you mean?

Ned: That's what we're both thinking - how good it'd be for us if he were gone. It'd be real sweet for us.

Matty: No, Ned, please don't talk about it. Talk is dangerous. Sometimes it makes things happen, it makes it real.

Matty: Does it matter, Ned? Tell me the truth please.

Ned: The truth? I wish you were going to be loaded. Does it matter? No. No!

Edmund Walker: That's the way of the world. Most people despise their jobs.

Ned: Do you?

Edmund Walker: No. I love it. But it's not a job.

Ned: What is it, exactly?

Edmund Walker: Various things. This and that. Here and there.

Matty: Edmund's company owns The Breakers.

Ned: Really?

Edmund Walker: It's not that simple, really. We have an interest in a few places along the shore. For the land. You know. Someday. Don't try to explain that to her.

Matty: I'm too dumb. A woman, you know. Well, I'll be right back. Then, maybe we can talk about pantyhose or something interesting.

Edmund Walker: I'm crazy about her. If I ever thought she was seeing another guy, I don't know. Oh, I could understand how it could happen. Her being the way she is. I could - understand it. But, I think I'd kill the guy with my bare hands.

Ned: That's understanding.

Matty: It's real, then?

Ned: It's real all right - and if we're not careful, it's gonna be the last real thing we do.

Matty: [in bed] No, don't stop.

Edmund Walker: Are you trying to kill me?

Peter: Ned, someday your dick is gonna lead you into a very big hassle. That lady may have just killed her husband.

Ned: She's not going to inherit anything by killing me. Besides, maybe she'll try to fuck me death.

Oscar: You brought this on yourself, man. I don't run this department, you know that. There are people watching this thing. They hear you're out there banging the widow; it tends to call attention to you. So don't give me shit.

Ned: That is my business.

Peter: You mean, that's your fucking business.

Oscar: This whole damn case is getting crazy.

Peter: The usual, my sweet.

Stella: Two ice teas for Fred Astaire.

Peter: Little Heather goes out on the porch, and there's this dude with her Aunt, see? And the guy is turned around with his pants or shorts or whatever dropped, so he's mooning the little girl, right. And he and your friend are going at something that Heather can't quite figure out - which sounds suspiciously, to me, like oral-genital contact - which I'm proud to say is no longer illegal in this state. And the guy turns around to Heather - you follow me so far? Guess what he looks like?

Ned: I don't. know.

Peter: Well, he looks about seven or eight inches long, shiny, and very, very bald.

[laughs]

Peter: Poor little Heather. She'd never seen one angry before. It made quite an impression on her. Yessiree. It's the only thing she can remember about the guy.

Beverly: Ned. Mrs. Walker. Do you want her?

Ned: Yeah.