Dick Goodwin:
Hey, you don't have to be a genius to connect the dots.
Charles Van Doren:
Well, don't connect them through me.
Dick Goodwin:
Hey, don't treat me like some member of your goddamn fan club. Are you telling me everybody got the answers but you?
Charles Van Doren:
You're so persistent, Dick. You know, I really envy that.
Dick Goodwin:
Was it just the money, Charlie?
Charles Van Doren:
You'll forgive me, but anyone who thinks money is ever "just money" couldn't have much of it.
Dick Goodwin:
Charlie, you wanna insult me, fine, but you can't envy me at the same time.
With the passage of days in this godly isolation [desert], my heart grew calm. It seemed to fill with answers. I did not ask questions any more; I was certain. Everything - where we came from, where we are going, what our purpose is on earth - struck me as extremely sure and simple in this God-trodden isolation. Little by little my blood took on the godly rhythm. Matins, Divine Liturgy, vespers, psalmodies, the sun rising in the morning and setting in the evening, the constellations suspended like chandeliers each night over the monastery: all came and went, came and went in obedience to eternal laws, and drew the blood of man into the same placid rhythm. I saw the world as a tree, a gigantic poplar, and myself as a green leaf clinging to a branch with my slender stalk. When God's wind blew, I hopped and danced, together with the entire tree.
Dee Loc:
[answers phone] Hello?
Slim:
Hey, we tha kidnappers, and we want tha money for Mr. Wash
Dee Loc:
Well, how much ya want?
Slim:
Uh, hold on a sec, [turns to face]
Slim:
How much we want?
Face:
Tell him we want 50 cent fool
Slim:
Oh, ok [talks to Dee Loc on phone]
Slim:
we want 50 cent fool uh, hold on a sec [turns to face]
Slim:
so that's what this is about, for two punk-ass motherfuckin' quarters!
Face:
we want 50 thousand dollars fool!
Slim:
Oh, ok [talks to Dee Loc on phone]
Slim:
we want 50 thousand dollars fool!
Dee Loc:
[Dee Loc laughs and turns to friends] These guys are just plain stupid!
Slim:
...And we want the money in fresh, crisp 20's
Face:
100's fool!
Slim:
oh, 100's fool!
Jedediah:
Well, lookee here. If it ain't Mr. Big-in-the-Britches himself, come back in time to see us off?
Jedediah:
Yeah, Jed, I heard. Look, I don't even know how this happened. [Larry's answers his cellphone]
Jedediah:
Yeah. Yeah, real mystery how this happened. Maybe the answer's on that magic buzzing box there in your hand! You weren't here, Gigantor! That's how it happened! Ain't no mystery!
Octavius:
The fact is, Larry, there's no one else here to speak on our behalf during business hours.
Easter Island Head:
None, none, dum, dum.
Stu:
...Shit...
Billy:
What?
Stu:
Oh, shit.
Billy:
[They go into the kitchen to find Sidney and Mr. Prescott gone] Where are they? Where are they?
Stu:
I don't know, Billy, but I'm hurtin', man! [the phone rings]
Stu:
Should I let the machine get it?
Billy:
[answers it] Hello?
Sidney Prescott:
Are you alone in the house?
Billy:
Bitch! You bitch, where the fuck are you?
Sidney Prescott:
Not so fast, we're going to play a little game. It's called: Guess who just called the police and reported your sorry motherfucking ass! [Stu is slowly collapsing to the floor]
Billy:
Find her, you dipshit! Get up!
Stu:
I can't, Billy... you already cut me too deep. I think I'm dying here, man! [Billy gives Stu the phone]
Billy:
[whispers] Talk to her. Talk to her.
Stu:
...Hello?
Sidney Prescott:
Ah, Stu, Stu, Stu... What's your motive? Billy's got one, the police are on their way, what are you going to tell them?
Stu:
Peer pressure. I'm far too sensitive. [Billy takes the phone back]
Billy:
I'm going to rip you up, bitch, just like your fucking mother!
Sidney Prescott:
You've gotta find me first, you pansy-ass momma's boy!
Billy:
Fuck! [He accidentally hits Stu with the phone]
Stu:
Ow! You fuckin' hit me with the phone, dick!
Danny Snyder:
I can't do this now. You gotta know that. It's been a long time for me. I mean -ah- you need somebody younger, ya know, somebody like I used to be.
King Benny:
younger is not better. Doesn't have experience, doesn't know his way around the courthouse.
Danny Snyder:
Hey, I'm lucky I can find the courthouse. I had only four cases last year-you know how many I won? None, that's how many, none. In two of them, uh, I, a, I think the jury blamed me personnally.
King Benny:
They must have been innocent. It is tough to get an innocent man off a rap.
Danny Snyder:
I wasn't even planning on going to court with this one. I was just gonna plea it down the best I could and walk away. I wasn't, I wasn't planning on taking this to trial.
King Benny:
Well your plans have been changed.
Danny Snyder:
Well I'm afraid I'll make a mistake and... say the wrong thing and, ya know, uh, uh, make a wrong turn somewhere. You don't want to take that risk.
King Benny:
Life is a risk.
Danny Snyder:
I'm sorry?
King Benny:
Life is risk.
Danny Snyder:
Life is a risk.
King Benny:
Um-huh.
Danny Snyder:
A-huh.I haven't been in here before. What do you need me to do?
King Benny:
Listen. You're going to be given the answers and the questions. All you have to do is read. You can read can't you?
Danny Snyder:
It's, it's, is it in English?
King Benny:
Just don't drift, don't drink, and don't lose.
Danny Snyder:
What if I do lose?
King Benny:
Then you'll go down for the dirt nap.
Danny Snyder:
Never heard that expression before... dirt nap. I'm not cut out for this anymore. I mean a guys gets hit by a bus, ya know, and sues. I like that. Some lady slips in a supermarket, I'm with her, a guy...
King Benny:
The discussion's over.
Danny Snyder:
I'm an alcoholic. This is a murder case. This isn't for me.
King Benny:
It was once. Before you let the drink lead. Be sober by tomorrow and don't look so worried, Snyder. You have nothing to lose, just like the rest of us.
Danny Snyder:
I don't want to be a burden to you, but, I do, you know, aside, or along with my alcohol problem, I have a slight drug problem, I mean nothing big, just...
King Benny:
Go away.
[Room 309 is buzzing, Ted answers]
Sarah:
Ted!
Ted the Bellhop:
What do you want now, for Christ sakes? Who died?
Sarah:
I don't know, but she's in my bed.
Ted the Bellhop:
What?
Sarah:
There's a dead body in my bed.
Ted the Bellhop:
Nonsense! That's just your brother sound asleep.
Sarah:
No! There's a woman's dead body *inside* the bed in the mattress.
Ted the Bellhop:
You saw the body?
Sarah:
Yes!
Ted the Bellhop:
Impossible! You've got the ointment on your eyes. You can't see shit! Now go to sleep! [hangs up, but the room is still buzzing, answers again]
Ted the Bellhop:
Go to sleep!
Sarah:
I washed it off.
Ted the Bellhop:
The mentholatum?
Sarah:
Yeah. Didn't you ever think to do that? Get your ass up here and call the police, because there's a dead body in my bed, and it smells like shit, and it looks even worse. And if you don't help us, my dad is going to lay you down right next to her, I swear to fucking God! [hangs up, dial tone]
Ted the Bellhop:
I am coming up there right this minute! And if there isn't a dead body in that room by the time I get up there, I'm going to make one! You... [hangs up]
Ted the Bellhop:
Little bitch.
