The Conversation Quotes

[about a bum on a park bench]

Ann: Every time I see one of those old guys, I always think the same thing.

Mark: What do you think?

Ann: I always think that he was once somebody's baby boy. Really, I do. I think he was once somebody's baby boy, and he had a mother and a father who loved him, and now there he is, half dead on a park bench, and where are his mother or his father, all his uncles now?

[repeated line from the recording]

Mark: He'd kill us if he got the chance.

[last lines]

Martin Stett: [on the phone] We know that you know, Mr. Caul. For your own sake, don't get involved any further. We'll be listening to you.

[plays back recording of Harry playing saxophone]

Mark: Does it bother you?

Ann: What?

Mark: Walking around in circles.

[first lines]

Passerby: Well, I want to go over to my place and start, you know, getting it on...

Ann: Oh, that's terrible.

Mark: Yeah. Do you ever, uh... ballet?

Ann: Be thankful. Do you have a quarter for them?

Mark: Yes, I do.

Ann: [gives it to street band]

Ann: What about me?

Mark: You'll see.

Ann: A lot of fun you are. You're supposed to tease me, give hints, make me guess, you know.

Harry Caul: [upset, walking over to Martin seated] What are you doing here?

Martin Stett: Take it easy I'm just a messenger. I brought you a drink.

Harry Caul: I don't want your drink. Why are you following me?

Martin Stett: I'm not following you. I'm looking for you, big difference.

Harry Caul: Why are you asking me all these questions?

Amy: 'Cause it's your birthday.

Harry Caul: You still married?

Meredith: Oh, I don't know. Probably.

Harry Caul: Listen, did you hear about the fag wiretapper who could only tap to princess' phone?

Bernie Moran: How?

Harry Caul: Uhh.

Bernie Moran: Made that up yourself, huh? It's pretty funny.

Harry Caul: - Would you... If you were a girl who'd waited for someone...

Meredith: - You can trust me.

Harry Caul: - Well you never really knew when he was going to come to see you. You just lived in a room alone, and you knew nothing about him. And if you loved him, you were patient with him, and even though he didn't dare ever tell you anything about himself personally, even though he may have loved you, would you...

Meredith: - Would I what?

Harry Caul: - Would you go back to him?

Meredith: - Well, how would I know? How would I know that he loved me?

Harry Caul: - You'd have no way of knowing.