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Frenzy (1972) More at IMDbPro »

Hotel porter: Just thinking about the lusts of men makes me want to heave.

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Bob Rusk: I don't know if you know it, Babs, but you're my type of woman.

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Bob Rusk: Don't forget, Bob's your uncle.

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[last lines]
Inspector Oxford: Mr. Rusk - you're not wearing your tie.
Bob Rusk: [speechless]
Bob Rusk: I...

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[politician, being pulled away after the discovery of a woman's body with a necktie around her throat]
Sir George: I say, that's not my club tie, is it?

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Richard Blaney: [announcing himself to his wife's receptionist] You can inform Mrs. Blaney that one of her less successful exercises in matrimony has come to see her.
Monica Barling: And who shall I say is calling?
Richard Blaney: Mr. Blaney.

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[to publican Felix Forsythe]
Chief Inspector Oxford: I expect she'll turn up sooner or later. These days, ladies abandon their honor far more readily than their clothes.

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[to his wife]
Chief Inspector Oxford: No, discretion is not traditionally the strong suit of the psychopath, dear. Believe me, that's what we're dealing with. You ought to read his wife's divorce petition.

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Richard Blaney: Do I look like a sex murderer to you? Can you imagine me creeping around London, strangling all those women with ties? That's ridiculous... For a start, I only own two.

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Bob Rusk: If you can fix up a lot of idiots, why not me?

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Solicitor in Pub: We were just talking about the tie murderer, Maisie. You'd better watch out.
Maisie, Barmaid: [salaciously] He *rapes* them first, doesn't he?
Solicitor in Pub: Yes, I believe he does.
Doctor in Pub: Well I suppose it's nice to know that every cloud has a silver lining.

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[discussing the tie murders]
Solicitor in Pub: Let's hope he slips up soon.
Doctor in Pub: In one way I rather hope he doesn't. We haven't had a good juicy series of sex murders since Christie. And they're so good for the tourist trade. Foreigners somehow expect the squares of London to be fog-wreathed, full of hansom cabs and *littered* with ripped whores, don't you think?

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Brenda Margaret Blaney: My God, the tie!
[screams]
Brenda Margaret Blaney: [as Bob wraps the tie around her throat] Dear Jesus, help me. Help me!

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Richard Blaney: [having missed betting on a horse that won at 20-to-1 odds] Twenty to one. Twenty to bloody one, Christ, damn it to hell!
[throws down a box of grapes and stomps on them]

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Bob Rusk: Got a place to stay?

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