Don't you try to get me! Not me, no. You're the one who wants to get yourself killed. Not...

Suicide Jumper: [Harry is being lifted by a crane to try to talk down a suicide jumper standing on the edge of a building] Don't you try to get me! Harry Callahan: [chuckles] Not me, no. You're the one who wants to get yourself killed. Not me. That always happens with you men, you know? At the last minute, you wanna grab on to something or take somebody with you, but down you go. Not me, brother. Suicide Jumper: Aren't you gonna try to grab me? Harry Callahan: A friend of mine was up about 20 floors with a jumper a few years ago. The jumper grabbed him, they went off, 20 floors down. Just mashed 'em all to bits. You couldn't tell which legs were which, you couldn't tell which arms were which, it was a terrible mess. And I'll tell ya, I almost threw up myself. I'd just like your name and address, that's all. Suicide Jumper: Why? Harry Callahan: Well like I said, it's such a mess down there afterwards. And it makes identification impossible, even if they do find your driver's license in all that blood and everything. Suicide Jumper: I think... I think I'm gonna puke! Harry Callahan: Aw, don't do that, son. I mean all those people down there looking up? The fire chief looking up, his face? Suicide Jumper: YOU ROTTEN BASTARD! [jumps from the edge and grabs a hold of the crane, trying to bring Harry down with him] Suicide Jumper: LET ME LOOSE! [Harry punches him out cold, and delivers him safely to the ground]