[after a battered crook has accused Harry of beating him] Chief: Have you been following that man? Harry Callahan: Yeah, I've been following him on my own time. And anybody can tell I didn't do that to him. Chief: How? Harry Callahan: Cause he looks too damn good, that's how! Harry Callahan: I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky?....Well, do ya punk?
[Harry is getting a dressing-down for his most recent arrest] District Attorney Rothko: You're lucky I'm not indicting you for assault with intent to commit murder. Harry Callahan: What? District Attorney Rothko: Where the hell does it say that you've got a right to kick down doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel? Where have you been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, you must have heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'm saying is that man had rights. Harry Callahan: Well, I'm all broken up over that man's rights!
[Harry Callahan has to explain why he shot a man] Harry Callahan: Well, when an adult male is chasing a female with intent to commit rape, I shoot the bastard. That's my policy. The Mayor: Intent? How did you establish that? Harry Callahan: When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher's knife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross!
[walks out of the room] The Mayor: He's got a point. The Mayor: Well let's have it. Harry Callahan: Have what? The Mayor: A report! What have you been doing? Harry Callahan: Well, for the past three quarters of an hour I've been sitting on my ass in your outer office waiting on you! Harry Callahan: You know, you're crazy if you think you've heard the last of this guy. He's gonna kill again. District Attorney Rothko: How do you know? Harry Callahan: 'Cause he likes it. De Georgio: Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Fat Dagos, Niggers, Honkies, Chinks, you name it. Gonzales: How does he feel about Mexicans? De Georgio: Ask him. Harry Callahan: Especially Spics. Harry Callahan: There must be something you can get him on. Appellate Court Judge Bannerman: Without the evidence of the gun and the girl, I couldn't convict him of spitting on the sidewalk. Harry Callahan: Are you trying to tell me that Ballistics can't match the bullet up to this rifle? District Attorney Rothko: It does not matter what Ballistics can do. This rifle might make a nice souvenir. But it's inadmissible as evidence. Harry Callahan: And who says that? District Attorney Rothko: It's the law. Harry Callahan: Well, then the law is crazy. Harry Callahan: What's that for? Doctor: I'm going to cut open your trousers. Harry Callahan: Save it. I'll take 'em off. Doctor: That's gonna hurt. Harry Callahan: For $29,50... let it hurt. Harry Callahan: Where's the girl? The Killer: You tried to kill me! Harry Callahan: If I tried to do that your head would be splattered all over this field - now WHERE'S THE GIRL?