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Irwing M. "Fletch" Fletcher is a newspaper reporter being offered a large sum to off a cancerous millionaire, but is on the run, risking his job, and finding clues when it's clear he's healthy.
Madeline: I'm sorry, who are you again? Fletch: I'm Frieda's boss. Madeline: Who's Frieda? Fletch: My secretary.
[During a proctological exam] Fletch: You using the whole fist, Doc?
[to Gail Stanwyck, who answers the door wearing a towel] Fletch: Can I borrow your towel for a sec? My car just hit a water buffalo.
[Fletch is being interrogated by Chief Karlin and is giving him attitude] Chief Karlin: So, what's your name? Fletch: Fletch. Chief Karlin: Full name? Fletch: Fletch F. Fletch. Chief Karlin: I see, And what do you do for a living, Mr. Fletch? Fletch: I'm a shepherd. Chief Karlin: [to the arresting officers] Officers, could you excuse us for a few moments? Fletch: Yeah, why don't you guys go down to the gym and pump each other. Chief Karlin: Why are you doing this, Mr. Fletch? Fletch: I like men. I like to be manhandled. I like you.
Fletch: Why don't we go lay on the bed and I'll fill you in?
Receptionist: May I help you Dr...? Fletch: Oh, it's me, Dr. Rosenpenis. I'm just here to check out Alan Stanwyk's file. Receptionist: Dr. who? Fletch: Dr. Rosenrosen, I'm here to get to the records room. Receptionist: What was that name again? Fletch: It's Dr. Rosen, I want to check the records room. Receptionist: Dr. who? Fletch: Dr. Rosen. Where's the records room?
Fletch: I'm afraid I'm gonna have to pull rank on you. I didn't want to have to do this. I'm with the Mattress Police. There are no tags on these mattresses.
Fletch: Come on Frank, say yes, and I'll buy you some new deodorant.
Dr. Joseph Dolan: So where do you know Alan from? Fletch: We play tennis at the club. Dr. Joseph Dolan: Really? California Racquet Club? Fletch: Right. Dr. Joseph Dolan: That's my club too. I don't remember seeing you there. Fletch: Well, I haven't been playing in a while because of these kidney pains. Dr. Joseph Dolan: Right. Now, how long have you had these pains, Mr. Barber? Fletch: No, that's "Babar". Dr. Joseph Dolan: Two B's? Fletch: One B. B-A-B-A-R. Dr. Joseph Dolan: That's two. Fletch: Yeah, but not right next to each other. I thought that's what you meant. Dr. Joseph Dolan: Arnold Babar. Isn't there a children's book about an elephant named Babar? Fletch: I don't know. I don't have any. Dr. Joseph Dolan: No children? Fletch: No elephant books.
[driving away from police in car with startled teenager] Teenager: Are you a cop? Fletch: As far as you know. Teenager: Are you gonna take me to jail for car theft? Fletch: Why? Did you steal the car? Teenager: I sure did. Fletch: Well, I'm not even sure that's a crime anymore. There've been a lot of changes in the law.
Chief Karlin: [shoving Fletch into a wall] Dipshit! You go back on that goddamn beach and you won't live to regret it! All right? Fletch: [sees a picture on the wall] Hey, you and Tommy LaSorda! Chief Karlin: Yeah. Fletch: I hate Tommy LaSorda! [punches glass out of the picture frame]
Alan Stanwyk: You'll be wearing rubber gloves. Do you own rubber gloves? Fletch: I rent 'em. I have a lease with an option to buy.
Fletch: Do you have any caviar? Waiter: Si señor, Beluga, but it is 80 dollars a portion. Fletch: Well, then I better just take two portions of that.
Detective #1: Got a gun, creep? Fletch: Shamu's got one, borrow his. Detective #1: [searching Fletch] What have we here? Fletch: That's my dick.
[Fletch has fainted] Records Nurse: Oh, Doctor, are you all right? Fletch: Where am I? Records Nurse: You're in the records room. Fletch: The records room? Oh, then I'm fine. Records Nurse: Can I get you something? Fletch: Yeah, do you have the Beatles' White Album? Never mind, just get me a glass of hot fat. And bring me the head of Alfredo Garcia while you're out there.
Fletch: [narrating] As I pulled up to my imitation palatial apartment building, I noticed the familiar red OldsmoBuick of one Arnold J. Pants, esquire, attorney to the former Mrs. Irwin M. Fletcher. [drives around to fire escape] Fletch: [narrating] Time to use the service entrance.
Gail Stanwyk: I didn't know you knew the Underhills. Fletch: Yeah, well, I saved his life during the war. Gail Stanwyk: You were in the war? Fletch: No, he was. I got him out.
Fletch: Do you mind if I ask you a question? Gail Stanwyk: Depends on the question. Fletch: Want some more champagne? Gail Stanwyk: Yes. Fletch: Are you still in love with Alan? Gail Stanwyk: No! I mean, no, you can't ask me that question. Ask me another one. Fletch: Why'd you let me in? Gail Stanwyk: Um, because I'm bored. Fletch: If you're so bored, why didn't you go to Utah with Alan? Gail Stanwyk: Well, Utah's not exactly a cure for boredom.
Fletch: Well, the traffic was murder, you know. One of those manure spreaders jackknifed on the Santa Ana. Godawful mess. You should see my shoes.
Fat Sam: I got some reds. Fletch: You don't mean communists, do you, Sam?
Stanton Boyd: What kind of a name is Poon? Fletch: Comanche Indian.
Gail Stanwyk: I'm very flattered, but I'm also very married. You are trying to hit on me, aren't you? Fletch: How did you guess? I'm such a heel. I don't know what came over me. Gail Stanwyk: If I had a nickel for every one of Alan's flyboy buddies who tried to pick me up, I'd be a rich woman. Fletch: You are a rich woman. Gail Stanwyk: See what I mean?
Chick Hearn: [During Fletch's dream] He is actually six-five, with the afro, six-nine.
Alan Stanwyk: If you reject the proposition, you keep the thousand - and your mouth shut. Fletch: Does this proposition entail my dressing up as Little Bo Peep? Alan Stanwyk: It's nothing of a sexual nature, I assure you. Fletch: Yeah, I assure you. Alan Stanwyk: One thousand just to listen? I don't see how you can pass that up, Mr...? Fletch: Nugent. Ted Nugent.
Gail Stanwyk: I really should change. Fletch: No! I think you should stay the same wonderful person you are today. Gail Stanwyk: I mean, put clothes on.
Fletch: (singing)Strangers in the night, exchanging clothing, strangers in my pants...
Fletch: If you shoot me, you're liable to lose a lot of those humanitarian awards.
Fletch: I saw Alan this morning and you know what I can't figure out? Gail Stanwyk: Alan's in Utah. Fletch: I... can't figure out what I was doing in Utah this morning.
Gail Stanwyck: She looks like a hooker. Look at her. Look at her! Could you love someone who looked like that? Fletch: What are you talking about? Of course not! Five, ten minutes tops, maybe.
Fletch: For an extra grand, I'll let you take me out to dinner.
Fletch: Hey! I think our problems may just be solved. Ed McMahon. Think I just won a million bucks. Yeah, Irwin M. Fletcher you choose. Woo-wee! Oh, boy, I lost. Yeah. Sorry.
[Fletch is driving in the car with the Teenager] Fletch: I always use a little chewing gum on these rides. It filters out the pollutants. Teenager: [Fletch swerves to avoid another car] Oh shit! Fletch: Of course you've got some good grillwork there to keep out the ozone. I gotta get this thing up to 95, uh, check out the fluorocarbon output.
[last lines] Fletch: [narrating] When it came to basketball Gail was a loss, but we had our own version of one-on-one and she thought I was the bravest guy in the world. Which, of course, I am. By the way, I charged the entire vacation to Mr. Underhill's American Express Card. Want the number?
[to a Doberman pinscher] Fletch: Look, defenseless babies!
Fletch: [Fletch bumps the lawyer's forehead] He draws the foul!
Waiter: Excuse me, Señor. You are a member of the club? Fletch: No, I'm not, I'm with the Underhills. Waiter: They already left, Señor. Fletch: It's all right, they'll be back. He went out for his urinalysis. Waiter: Would you like some drinks, Señor, while you wait? I will put it on the Underhills' bill. Fletch: Yes, very good. I'll have a Bloody Mary and a steak sandwich and... a steak sandwich, please.
Fletch's girlfriend: [Fletch is listening to a tape of him and his girlfriend having sex] You're not recording this, are you? Fletch: No, never, never.
[after Fletch gets kicked in the crotch] Gummy: Are you okay? Fletch: Yeah. I feel like a hundred dollars.
Fletch: You know, what tipped it for me was something your wife said while we were in bed together. Alan Stanwyk: Oh? And what was that? Fletch: Curiously, she said we had roughly the same build. From the waist up, I imagine.
Willy: What the hell you need ball bearings for? Fletch: Awww, come on guys, it's so simple. Maybe you need a refresher course. [leans arm on hot engine part] Fletch: Hey! It's all ball bearings nowadays. Now you prepare that Fetzer valve with some 3-in-1 oil and some gauze pads. And I'm gonna need 'bout ten quarts of anti-freeze, preferably Prestone. No, no make that Quaker State.
Dr. Joseph Dolan: You know, it's a shame about Ed. Fletch: Oh, it was. Yeah, it was really a shame. To go so suddenly like that. Dr. Joseph Dolan: He was dying for years. Fletch: Sure, but... the end was very... very sudden. Dr. Joseph Dolan: He was in intensive care for eight weeks. Fletch: Yeah, but I mean the very end, when he actually died. That was extremely sudden.
Fletch: Don't talk to me like that, assface. I don't work for you yet.
Pathologist: Ever seen a spleen that large? Fletch: No, not since breakfast.
Gail Stanwyk: Are you always this forward? Fletch: Only with wet, married women.
Fletch: Provo, Spain? Pan Am Clerk: Utah.
[after paying his ex-wife's attorney, Fletch walks him to the door] Fletch: Keep ten for yourself. Go and get yourself a nice piece of ass.
Fletch: I'm John. Gail Stanwyk: Ohhhh, John. [they laugh] Gail Stanwyk: John who? Fletch: John Cock... tos... ton. Gail Stanwyk: That's a beautiful name. Fletch: Well, it's Scotch/Romanian. Gail Stanwyk: That's an odd combination. Fletch: Yeah, well, so were my parents.
[Fletch is being framed for drug possession by two very large cops] Fletch: You fellas wanna read me my rights? Detective #1: You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to have your face kicked in by me. You have the right to have your balls stomped by him. [Detective #2 blows Fletch a kiss] Fletch: I'll... waive my rights.
Fletch: [narrating] In case you haven't guessed yet, there's been a lot of drug traffic on the beach. And I'm not talking about Robitussin and No-Doze. I'm talking about the hard stuff, and a lot of it. I've been trying to find out who's behind it. It hasn't been easy. I don't shower much.
Fletch: Can't do that, Frank. Fat Sam isn't the story, there's a source behind him. Frank Walker: Who? Fletch: Well, there we're in kind of a grey area. Frank Walker: How grey? Fletch: Charcoal.
Fletch: [narrating] I had to keep digging... without a shovel.
Fletch: Look! Defenseless babies! Fell for the oldest trick in the book!
Waiter: Gracias, señor. Fletch: Tierra Del Fuego.
Receptionist: [handing Fletch a cup of coffee] Sugar, Mr. Poon? Fletch: No, never, never.
Fletch: [on the phone with Mr. Swarthow] Excuse you?
Fletch: Frank, I need to go to Utah. Frank Walker: Utah? Fletch: Yeah, Utah. It's wedged in between Wyoming and Nevada. You've seen pictures of it, right?
[Fletch has just been incarcerated by the chief of police] Fletch: Can't keep me here, chief. Chief Karlin: Maybe I'm not going to keep you in here. Maybe I'm going to blow your brains out. Fletch: Well, now, I'm no lawyer, but I do believe that's a violation of my rights.
Gail Stanwyk: What are you doing here? Fletch: I ordered some lunch. Gail Stanwyk: You ordered it here? Fletch: Well, I knew this is where my mouth would be.
Fletch: You would have thought that the Vice President knew I was opening the door, but the Secret Service, they just *whack* [mimes door hitting him in the face] Fletch: , and there's blood...
Fletch: Oh, you've remodeled the garage. Must have cost you hundreds.
Fletch: I love your body, Larry.
Fletch: Mr. Stanwyk's parents Marvin and Velma of Provo, were unable to attend the wedding. Those are three names I enjoy; Marvin, Velma, and Provo.
Fletch: [entering through the window] If you're wearing rubbers, leave them outside, would you?
Desk Sergeant: You better take his picture while he still has a face.
Fletch: You're serious. Chief Karlin: Ask anybody. Fletch: Can I ask someone right now? [looks out of cell] Fletch: How about my mom - can I call her right now? Chief Karlin: [waves gun and looks around] I guess not.
Fletch: In the court ruling US vs. Fishbine, a man subjected to potential incineration while wearing another man's suit is entitled to $10,000 worth of airline tickets. It's an obscure ruling, but a very important one to me.
Alan Stanwyk: I don't know if you know anything about bone cancer... Mr. Nugent, but it eats you up inside. Bit by bit.
Pan Am Clerk: I'm afraid there is someone sitting next to you. Fletch: Oh, for... God dawd dawd! Who is it, Mr. Sinlindin?