Key Largo (1948)

Humphrey Bogart: Frank McCloud

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Quotes 

• [Rocco is showing strain at the height of the hurricane's force] 

  Frank McCloud : You don't like it, do you Rocco, the storm? Show it your gun, why don't you? If it doesn't stop, shoot it.

• Frank McCloud : When your head says one thing and your whole life says another, your head always loses.

• Johnny Rocco : There's only one Johnny Rocco.

  James Temple : How do you account for it?

  Frank McCloud : He knows what he wants. Don't you, Rocco?

  Johnny Rocco : Sure.

  James Temple : What's that?

  Frank McCloud : Tell him, Rocco.

  Johnny Rocco : Well, I want uh ...

  Frank McCloud : He wants more, don't you, Rocco?

  Johnny Rocco : Yeah. That's it. More. That's right! I want more!

  James Temple : Will you ever get enough?

  Frank McCloud : Will you, Rocco?

  Johnny Rocco : Well, I never have. No, I guess I won't. You, do you know what you want?

  Frank McCloud : Yes, I had hopes once, but I gave them up.

  Johnny Rocco : Hopes for what?

  Frank McCloud : A world in which there's no place for Johnny Rocco.

• Frank McCloud : One Rocco more or less isn't worth dying for!

• Frank McCloud : "But we aren't making all this sacrifice of human effort and lives to return to the kind of a world we had after the last world war. We're fighting to cleanse the world of ancient evils, ancient ills." - Quoted from FDR's 1942 State of the Union

• [first lines] 

  Sheriff Ben Wade : [to the driver after pulling over a bus]  Hello, Eddie.

  Bus Driver : Hi, Ben. What gives?

  Sheriff Ben Wade : We're lookin' for a couple Indians broke out of jail. Young bucks in fancy shirts. If you see anything of 'em, telephone my office at Palm Grove.

  Bus Driver : Okay.

  [after the sheriff and deputy leave, he turns to Frank McCloud in the first passenger seat] 

  Bus Driver : Those Indians they're lookin' for must be from around here. They always head for home.

  Frank McCloud : Home being Key Largo.

• Frank McCloud : Rocco, I must apologize for Mr. Temple. He doesn't know what he's talking about, or, who to.

  Frank McCloud : [addressing Temple]  Sir, Johnny Rocco was more than a king. He was an emperor. His rule extended over beer, slot machines, the numbers racket, and a dozen other forbidden enterprises. He was a master of the fix. Whom he couldn't corrupt, he terrified. Whom he couldn't terrify, he murdered.

  James Temple : [contemptuously glaring at Rocco]  You filth. You city filth.

  Frank McCloud : Oh, Mr. Temple, you're hopelessly old-fashioned. Your ideas date back years. You're still living in the time when America thought it could get along without the Johnny Roccos.

  Frank McCloud : [turning to Rocco]  Welcome back, Rocco. It was all a mistake. America's sorry for what it did to you.