Dialogue
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Dexter: So, who are you going to kill for your next novel?
Hal: All I need is this one break; after that, I can write anything I want. And you can bet that I won't sit on my laurels like you did!
Dexter: Well, at least they *were* my laurels.
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Dexter: Is that the best your pretty, prosaic little mind can come up with?
Ulmer: It's a pretty, prosaic little world, Mr. Cornell.
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Bernard: I don't think I like what you're inferring, Mr. Cornell...
Dexter: [
condescendingly] Implying. When I say it, that's implying. How you take it, that's inferring.
Bernard: I see. Infer this.
[
punches Dexter]
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Hal: You had it... You had it... and you pissed it away... goddamn it, Dex... you had a talent... You had a talent that other people...
Dexter: [
pulls a gun on Hal] ...kill for?
[
last lines]
Hal: Yeah, that's right kill for... isn't that what it's all about? Publish or Perish?
Dexter: [
as he fires his gun] Perish.
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Ulmer: Stopped by for a little Christmas cheer, did you?
Dexter (testy): What if I did?
Ulmer: Jealous husband pushes Nicky off the roof, so Angry Wife serves him a Christmas mickey. Next morning he wakes up with a tummyache, so he gets a little checkup and finds out he was murdered, so he drops by for one last bang-up marital spat.
Tagline
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Someone poisoned Dexter Cornell. He's got to find out who. He's got to find out why. He's got to find out now. In 24 hours, he'll be Dead On Arrival.