Bob Dylan:
[while reading a store sign] I'm looking for a place that will collect, clip, bath and return my dog. Kn1 7727, cigarettes and tobacco. Animals and birds bought or sold on commission. animals and birds bought or sold on commission. I want a dog that's gonna collect and clean my bath, return my cigarette, and, and give tobacco to my animals, and give my birds a commission. I want- I'm looking for somebody to sell my dog, collect my clip, buy my animal and straighten out my bird. I'm looking for a place to bathe my bird, buy my dog, collect my clip, sell me cigarrets and comission my bath. I'm looking for a place that's gonna collect my commission, sell my dog, burn my bird, and sell me to the cigarette. Going to bird my buy, collect my will, and bathe my comission. I'm looking for a place that's going to animal my soul, knit my return, bathe my foot and collect my dog. Comission me to sell my animals to the bird to clip and buy my bath and return me back to the cigarettes.
Harper Stewart:
Hey, is your pops still trying to groom you for the hotel management business?
Quentin:
Yeah, for the last 20 years? I'm just not trying to hear all that stuff, you know? Dealing with complaining-a guests, unions, and payrolls, and all that...
Harper Stewart:
Yeah, too much like a real job, huh?
Quentin:
You know what, nigga? Fuck you. You're my judge, right? That's your job. You judge me.
Harper Stewart:
No, I'm just playing, man...
Quentin:
No, nigga, you... it's just amazing how you've always analyzed everybody else's shit and then you don't do the same thing for your own self.
Harper Stewart:
Will you chill?
Quentin:
No, because you've done dirt too, motherfucker, and you're doing more dirt! That's right. You're fucking Jordan tonight, remember? Jordan. See, you ain't any better than the rest of us, got it? Your shit just ain't caught you yet.
Russ Millard:
All right, listen up. No reporters view the body. You photo men - finish taking your pictures now. Coroner's men - put a sheet on the body as soon as they are done. We set up a perimeter six feet back. Any reporter crosses it - arrest him. Now gentlemen, before this gets out of hand, let's put the kibosh on something. With publicity, you get confessions. With confessions, you get crazies, liars, and false leads. So, we keep some things quiet. The uh, ear to ear facial lacerations, disembowelment - you keep this information to yourselves. Not your wives, not your girlfriends, and no other officers, and I mean no... Bleichert, what the hell are you doing here? Where the hell's Blanchard?
Ofcr. Dwight "Bucky" Bleichert:
He's right here.
Kelly:
But listen, let's all go out for a drink sometimes. Yeah?
John:
Yeah, yeah.
Kelly:
You know, call me, okay?
John:
Yeah, okay.
Kelly:
Alright. Listen, I'm under Evelyn Waugh. Shh, okay?
Charlotte:
[after Kelly leaves] Evelyn Waugh? Evelyn Waugh was a man.
John:
Oh, come on, she's nice. What? You know, not everybody went to Yale. It's just a pseudonym, for Christ's sake.
The Coroner:
On gross pathology, we have a female Caucasian between sixteen and thirty. The cadaver is presented in two halves with bisection level with the umbilicus. Through and through lacerations of both mouth corners. No visible bruising on the neck. Rectangular abrasions on the wing tips of the sphenoid bones. And, oh! A puncture wound, here, in the palm. On the palm of the right hand. Investigation of upper half abdominal cavity reveals no free-flowing blood. Intestines, stomach, spleen, liver - all removed.
Russ Millard:
Is it all right to smoke, doctor?
The Coroner:
She won't mind. Lower half of cadaver reveals removal of all reproductive organs. Both legs broken at the knee. Questions?
Russ Millard:
What's your best guess?
The Coroner:
Well, here's what she wasn't - she wasn't raped and she wasn't pregnant. In terms of the nitty gritty, the cause of death is either the mouth wound here or she was beaten to death with something like a baseball bat.
Lee Blanchard:
What about her insides?
The Coroner:
They came out posthumously. I'd say then he drained the blood from the body and washed it clean, probably in a bathtub.
Bob Collier:
Seen all your stuff downstairs.
Jeremy Collier:
I want Karen to take me to the bus station.
Bob Collier:
Alright, fine. [pulls money out of his pocket]
Bob Collier:
I got twenty-one hundred dollars here for you; it's all the cash I had at the office. It's not a fortune, but it'll get you where you want to go, and help you get started if you're careful with it.
Bob Collier:
[pauses] And look, don't think that I'm kicking you out of the house, see. I think you should leave for for your own good, I think it's the right thing to do, and it's my responsibility as a father. Once you're away from here, and had time to think about, I think you'll agree.
Jeremy Collier:
I don't want it.
Bob Collier:
Well I want you to have it.
Jeremy Collier:
No you don't. You want me to take it, so you won't feel guilty, so you won't feel responsible.
Bob Collier:
[sighs] It's funny how I can be so wrong. I honestly thought you were gonna say 'thank you'.
Jeremy Collier:
Thank you? That's what you thought I'd say? No. You just want everyone to think you did the right thing.
Bob Collier:
I'm not doing this on what anybody might think. [puts the money down]
Bob Collier:
I'll have Karen drive you wherever you want to go. [starts to close the door]
Bob Collier:
I hope you'll think better of me someday.
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones:
[Holding 3 guards at gun point, singing] Hello. Sweet Chariot, come to carry me home.
Cameron Poe:
What's going on here?
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones:
I just want to offer to the pigs.
Cameron Poe:
You can't.
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones:
Why not?
Cameron Poe:
Well, they're hostages, we need them.
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones:
[Points the gun at Poe] Why the fuck to you care?
Cameron Poe:
C'mon now. I can think of anything [Kicks the first guard]
Cameron Poe:
better, than putting a [Kicks the second guard]
Cameron Poe:
bullett, into the head of one of these [Kicks the third guard]
Cameron Poe:
fuckers. But you have to ask yourselfthis question. How well you know this Cindino? I don't know him that well myself. He has blown up his own yacht with 3 of his brothers on board. Now why would he eliminate his comerades after they have served their purpose, now think about that.
Cyrus Grissom:
[Coming in] What exactly are we discussing here?
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones:
Poe does not want me to offfer the pigs.
Cyrus Grissom:
[to Poe] Well, we can't actually stop Diamond Dog from doing this as this is own verision of penal lore. All I want to know how you care at all?
Cameron Poe:
Hey, Cyrus. It's your barbecue man, and it tastes good. I was just telling Mr. [Points to Diamond Dog]
Cameron Poe:
"Dog" here that if it was "my" barbecue, I would wait for that ol' jumbo jet in the sky bafore I start killing off the only leverage.
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones:
Shut the fuck up.
Cameron Poe:
You want to get high and get laid, shit.
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones:
[Picks up a guard] Oh, fuck this.
Cyrus Grissom:
[Seeing Diamond Dog about to kill the guard] Put the gun down, Nathan. Poe's right. We're going to plan B. Wew're going to get a tractor and a fuel truck, get everybody here and we're going to dig the plane out. [Poe winks at Diamond Dog]
Jack Peterson:
Tell me something pleasant about the dick, tell me something romantic.
Alan:
Romantic? [pause. Both descend onto sliding board tracks]
Alan:
Well, I mean, I guess I could describe what it's like to be inside of a woman. I don't know if I have the verbal elegance to illustrate such a feeling; I don't know if Walt Whitman coulda done it. [beat]
Alan:
But there's this moment, man, when you first slide inside of a woman and your cock is coated with this wet, wonderful warmth that - it's unlike anything you've ever felt before. And the vagina, Jack, the warm, wet wonderful vagina. Even though it's, it's clasped around the cock and it's slathering its juices up and down the dick, it affects your entire body. It's like the vagina is just sending this surge of energy from her body into yours through your dick which acts like a conductor, or if you're not completely erect, like a semi-conductor. But the vagina is this microwave oven, man, and it is just sending that energy from her body into yours, and then, sucking yours back up inside of hers with it. I mean, it's almost, it's almost symbiotic. It's, it's like you've got these two bodies, a boy and a girl connected, to form one person. Connected by the dick.
Alonzo Harris:
You okay, kid? That was a man-sized hit you took, dog. When was the last time you smoked weed?
Jake Hoyt:
Last time I smoked weed... 12th grade. We were... we were...
Alonzo Harris:
Smoking weed.
Jake Hoyt:
Yeah, yeah.
Alonzo Harris:
Left that out your service jacket. Yeah, I know you got secrets. Everybody got secrets. Didn't know you liked to get wet, dog.
Jake Hoyt:
What's "wet"?
Alonzo Harris:
Butt-naked. Ill. Sherms. Dust. PCP. Primos. P-Dog. That's what you had. That's what you were smoking, you couldn't taste it?
Jake Hoyt:
No, I've never done it.
Alonzo Harris:
You have now. I haven't, but you have.
Jake Hoyt:
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Man, I'm gonna get piss-tested, and then I'm gonna get fired!
Alonzo Harris:
Lieutenant's got our back. We know a week before we piss.
Jake Hoyt:
Oh, shit. *Shit*!
Alonzo Harris:
*Boom*!
Jake Hoyt:
Why did you do this to me?
Alonzo Harris:
Nobody told you to smoke that thing. You made the decision. Live with your decision. Ain't like I put a gun to your head.
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.
