Dirty Harry [grizzled voice]: So I guess you’re asking yourself ‘do I feel lucky’? Well do you? Punk?
Deadbeat: You’re that dirty cop everyone’s talking about. Dirty Dave or something.
Dirty Harry: As far as you’re concerned, scum, I am judge, jury and executioner.
Deadbeat: Damn you are dirty. It looks like you just climbed out of a chimney.
Dirty Harry: Climbed out of your worst nightmare, shitheel. [Harry erupts in coughs. Clouds of soot emerge from his mouth].
Deadbeat: Whoa, are you alright man?
Dirty Harry: Stay where you are dirtbag [Harry pulls out a rag covered in bicycle grease and coughs into it.]
Deadbeat: I have a clean one if…
Dirty Harry: I said don’t move, slimeball.
[Wipes his eyes with rag]
Deadbeat: Oh stop. That’s disgusting.
Dirty Harry: You know what I think is disgusting? The fact that there are greasebuckets like you out on the streets. [Spits black]
Deadbeat: Seriously, you should do something about that. It’s not healthy.
. . .
[Walsh knocks on Harry’s apartment door]
Walsh: Harry, you in there?
[Dirty Harry’s apartment, dimly lit, venetian shades are drawn and crooked. A pile of old peanut butter jars begins to move as Harry awakens from beneath them. Bleary eyed, he wades through a sea of pizza boxes towards the bathroom. He trips over a completely empty trash can]
Walsh: Harry, I can hear you in there.
[Dirty Harry opens the door]
Walsh: Jesus, Harry. When was the last time you took out the garbage?
Dirty Harry: Why should I take out the garbage? The world is one big trash heap anyways, filled with scum. Murdering scum. Scum from an unwashed shower, what’s the difference?
Walsh: Harry, you’re wife died five years ago. It’s time to clean your apartment
Dirty Harry: My wife used to clean my apartment. I remember her clean, shampooed hair glistening in the sun. Every time I try and clean something, I’m reminded of her. Brushing my teeth, doing the laundry, washing the dishes. I can’t go back to that life.
Walsh: We need to get you a maid.
. . .
Captain: Alright boys, listen up! Some sleazeball is feeding all of our secrets to Boss Maloni! Maloni is always three steps ahead of us! We got a dirty cop in our midst, boys. DIRTY.
[Everybody looks at Dirty Harry]
Dirty Harry: What?