Basic Instinct Page #5
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- 1992
- 127 min
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I'm a writer.|I use people for what I write.
Let the world beware.
Do you want me to take|a lie detector test?
Wait here, please.
No blips, no blood pressure|variations, no pulse variance.
Either she's telling the truth,|or I've never seen anyone like her.
- She's lying.|- Forget it. You can't fool the machine.
Trust me. It can be done.
And what makes you|such an expert?
Because I know people|that have done it.
Thank you.
Thanks for coming in, Miss Tramell.|Sorry to inconvenience you.
Could someone give me a ride home?
Sure.
Thank you.
Want to get a drink?
- Rough day?|- Not really.
Beating that machine can't be easy.
If I was guilty and wanted to beat|that machine, it wouldn't be hard.
It wouldn't be hard at all.
You took a lie detector test after|you shot those two people, didn't you?
I passed.
You see?|We're both innocent, Nick.
You seem to know|an awful lot about me.
You know an awful lot about me.
I don't know anything|that's not police business.
You know I don't wear|any underwear. Don't you, Nick?
Thanks for the ride.
Would you like|another glass of wine?
- Hi, Nick.|- Evening.
What's all this "Nick" stuff?
"Nick, do you want a cigarette?|Nick, can I have a ride?"
She didn't ask me to give her a ride.|She asked anybody.
- And you volunteered.|- Hey, Nick. Evian?
No, Chuckie. Get me a double blackjack|on the rocks, please.
What you doing, Hoss?
I haven't had a drink|in three months.
All right with you, cowboy?
- She doesn't know me, okay?|- Here you go.
I never seen her before|Gus and I talked with her.
- Thanks, Chuck.|- You're sure?
Yes, I'm sure.
Cheers.
Now what?
What "now what"?|Now nothing.
She passed the polygraph.|That's it.
She knew how to beat it,|that's why she took it.
How in the f*** do you know?|What is it with you and this broad?
Come on, Phil.|Don't let this one slide.
What about her parents?|What about what else she published?
Maybe all her books come true.
Her parents died in an accident.|I don't care what else she published.
What are you, a book critic?
How'd they die?|Was there an investigation?
You're saying she killed her parents?|Did she kill Manny Vasquez too?
Not unless she climbed into the ring|and turned into one mean son of a b*tch.
Maybe she did.|Maybe she grew herself an afro...
developed a hell of a left hook|and put shoe polish all over her face.
- Let's polygraph her again.|- F*** you.
F*** you too.
Don't worry, Phil.|Nick'll f*** himself.
You guys are very funny.|Hey, Chuckie, get me another double.
Hey, shooter!
Are you back|on the blackjack, shooter?
- We're discussing a case here.|- I know that. I have no doubts.
Here you go, Nick.
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