This Gun for Hire Quotes

  • Willard Gates: Don't you trust me?

    Philip Raven: Who trusts anybody?

  • Willard Gates: Raven... how do you feel when you're doing...

    [indicates murder headlines]

    Willard Gates: this?

    Philip Raven: I feel fine.

  • Ruby: What's the matter? You look like you've been on a hayride with Dracula.

  • Sen. Burnett: No mystery about me, just a hick lawyer the voters got stuck with.

  • Albert Baker: This is the gal.

  • Philip Raven: You are trying to make me go soft. Well, you can save it. I don't go soft for anybody.

  • Philip Raven: [Ellen is wrapping a handkerchief around Raven's wrist] That's enough.

    Ellen Graham: You're a funny guy. You like my doing that, but you won't admit it.

    Philip Raven: That's sucker talk.

  • Willard Gates: Such a lovely body. It's revolting.

  • [first lines]

    Annie: It's after 2:00. Can I come in now?

    [pause]

    Annie: Hey, you in or aren't ya?

  • [last lines]

    Philip Raven: You didn't tell the cops, did ya?

    [Ellen shakes her head]

    Philip Raven: Did I do all right for you?

    [Ellen nods as Raven dies]

    Ellen Graham: Oh, Michael, my darling. Hold me.

  • Philip Raven: So, you're a copper's girl.

    Ellen Graham: How do you know that?

    Philip Raven: He was here looking for you and he'd better stay away from me.

  • [referring to Ellen who is bound, gagged and unconscious]

    Tommy: I never even scratched her. We're a cinch. In a couple of hours, the bridge over the reservoir will be deserted. Now look...

    Willard Gates: Don't tell me! I don't what to know anything about it.

    Tommy: This is a work of art. The ropes come off. I tie sash weights to her ankles with soft catgut.

    Willard Gates: Please. That's a horrible word.

    Tommy: Now get the angle on this! She disappears - two weeks, maybe three, then up she pops. None of this stuff on her anymore. No marks - a suicide. Now isn't that beautiful?

    Willard Gates: It's loathsome. Be sure no one sees you.

  • [discussing Raven's fee for murdering the blackmailer, Albert Baker]

    Willard Gates: Direct from the bank as I promised. Oh, I see your point, of course. If the bills were bad, you couldn't very well complain to the police, could you?

    Philip Raven: I'm my own police.