L.A. Confidential (1997) Poster

Kim Basinger: Lynn Bracken



  • Lynn Bracken : I see Bud because I want to. I see Bud because he can't hide the good inside of him. I see Bud because he treats me like Lynn Bracken and not some Veronica Lake look-alike who fucks for money.

  • [last lines] 

    Lynn Bracken : Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona.

    [She kisses Exley on the cheek] 

    Lynn Bracken : Bye.

    Ed Exley : Bye.

  • Lynn Bracken : You're the first man in five years who didn't tell me I look like Veronica Lake inside of a minute.

    Bud White : You look better than Veronica Lake.

  • Lynn Bracken : You say "fuck" a lot.

    Bud White : You fuck for money.

  • Bud White : I'd like to see you again.

    Lynn Bracken : Are you asking me for a date, or an appointment?

    Bud White : ...I don't know.

    Lynn Bracken : Well, if you're asking me for a date, I should know your first name.

    Bud White : [embarrassed]  Forget I asked. It was a mistake.

  • Bud White : Merry Christmas.

    Lynn Bracken : Merry Christmas to you, officer.

    Bud White : That obvious, huh?

    Lynn Bracken : It's practically stamped on your forehead.

  • Bud White : Something's wrong with the Nite Owl. I know it in here,

    [points to his chest] 

    Bud White : I know it. That prick Exley shot the wrong guys. Whoever killed my partner, is still out there. I... If I could work cases like a real detective, I could prove it. But I'm not smart enough. I'm just the guy they bring in to scare the other guy shitless.

    Lynn Bracken : You're wrong. You found Patchett, you found me. You're smart enough.

  • Lynn Bracken : [to Ed]  Fucking me and fucking Bud aren't the same thing, you know.

  • [lying in bed, Lynn touches a scar on Bud's shoulder] 

    Lynn Bracken : Where did this come from?

    Bud White : When I was twelve, my old man went after my mother with a bottle. I got in the way.

    Lynn Bracken : So you saved her.

    Bud White : ...Not for long.

    Lynn Bracken : I'm sorry, it's none of my business...

    Bud White : He tied me to the radiator. I watched him beat my mother to death with a tire iron. Then he left me there. Three days before a truant officer found us... They never found the old man.

    Lynn Bracken : Is that why you became a cop? To get even?

    Bud White : ...Maybe.

  • Ed Exley : [they are looking at each other's faces, both bloodied by Bud]  Are you okay?

    Lynn Bracken : [nods]  You okay?

    Ed Exley : Bud hates himself for what he did.

    Lynn Bracken : I know how he feels.

  • Lynn Bracken : There's blood on your shirt. Is that an integral part of your job?

    Bud White : Yeah.

    Lynn Bracken : Do you enjoy it?

    Bud White : When they deserve it.

    Lynn Bracken : Did they deserve it?

    Bud White : I'm not sure.

    Lynn Bracken : But you did it anyway.

    Bud White : Yeah, just like the half-dozen guys you screwed today.

    Lynn Bracken : Well, actually, it was only two.

  • Lynn Bracken : I was wondering when you'd knock on my door again, Officer White.

    Bud White : It's Bud.

    Lynn Bracken : Bud...

  • Bud White : Pierce Patchett?

    Lynn Bracken : He takes a cut of our earnings and invests it for us. He doesn't let us use narcotics and he doesn't abuse us. Can your policeman's mentality grasp those contradictions?

    Bud White : He had you cut to look like Veronica Lake.

    Lynn Bracken : No. I'm really a brunette, but the rest is me.

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