Dog Day Afternoon

Sonny: Bank robbing is a federal offense. You got me on kidnapping, armed robbery. You're gonna bury me, man!

Sonny: I bark. That man there, see him?

[points to Sal]

Sonny: He bites.

Sonny: I don't wanna talk to some flunky pig trying to calm me man.

Det. Sgt. Eugene Moretti: Now you don't have to be calling me pig for...

Sonny: [notices other officers moving toward him] What is he doing?

Det. Sgt. Eugene Moretti: [shouts at officers] Will you get back there!

Sonny: What are you moving in there for?

Det. Sgt. Eugene Moretti: [runs toward closing officers] Will you get the fuck back there! Get back there will you!

Sonny: [to the other officers moving toward him] What's he doing? Go back there man! He wants to kill me so bad he can taste it! Huh? ATTICA! ATTICA! ATTICA! ATTICA ATTICA! ATTICA! ATTICA! ATTICA! ATTICA! ATTICA!

[yells to cheering crowd]


Sonny: I'm a Catholic, I don't want to hurt anybody.

Sonny: Is there any special country you wanna go to?

Sal: Wyoming.

Sonny: Sal, Wyoming's not a country.

Sonny: Kiss me.

Det. Sgt. Eugene Moretti: What?

Sonny: Kiss me. When I'm being fucked, I like to get kissed a lot.

Sonny: Sal? Ready to go?

Sonny: [on a TV broadcast over the phone] I'm robbing a bank because they got money here. That's why I'm robbing it.

TV Anchorman: No, what I mean is why do you feel you have to steal for money? Couldn't you get a job?

Sonny: Uh, no. Doing what? You know if you want a job you've got to be a member of a union. See, and if you got no union card you don't get a job.

TV Anchorman: What about non-union occupations?

Sonny: What's wrong with this guy? What do you mean non-union, like what? A bank teller? You know how much a bank teller makes a week? Not much. A hundred and fifteen to start, right? Now are you going to live on that? I got a wife and a couple of kids, how am I going to live on that? What do you make a week?

TV Anchorman: Well I'm here to talk to you Sonny...

Sonny: Well I'm talking to you. We're entertainment, right? What do you got for us?

TV Anchorman: Well what do you want to get for it? Do you expect to be paid because...

Sonny: No, I don't want to be paid, I don't need to be paid. Look, I'm here with my partner and nine other people, see. And we're dying, man. You know? You're going to see our brains on the sidewalk, they're going to spill our guts out. Now are you going to show that on television? Have all your housewives look at that? Instead of As The World Turns? I mean what do you got for me? I want something for that.

TV Anchorman: Sonny, you could give up?

Sonny: Give up? Right. Have you ever been in prison?

TV Anchorman: No!

Sonny: No! Well let's talk about something you fucking know about, okay? How much do you make a week? That's what I want to hear. Are you going to talk to me about that?

[a "Please Stand By" graphic appears on the TV screen]

Sonny: Hey, what the fuck happened?

Mulvaney: I guess he didn't appreciate your use of language.

Sonny: Fuck him.

Sonny: [talking to Sal, waiting for his wife to answer the phone] You know I can call anybody, they'd put it on the phone? The Pope, an astronaut, the wisest of the wise... Who do I have to call?

Sonny: [to a cop with his gun drawn] You see that?

[points his finger like a gun]

Sonny: Put it in your holster!