Janis:
[reading list the major cliques in high school] You got your freshmen, ROTC guys, preps, J.V. jocks, Asian nerds, Cool Asians, Varsity jocks Unfriendly black hotties, Girls who eat their feelings, Girls who don't eat anything, Desperate wannabes, Burnouts, Sexually active band geeks, [a picture of herself and Damian come on screen]
Janis:
the greatest people you will ever meet, and the worst. Beware of plastics.
Dr. Kate McTiernan:
[Kate is under hypnosis, reliving her escape from Casanova] I hear him, whispering.
Alex Cross:
[about Casanova] What does he say?
Dr. Kate McTiernan:
I can feel his mouth on my ear, his breath. He tells me that he loves me.
Alex Cross:
Tell me about his face. Tell me about his eyes. His mouth.
Dr. Kate McTiernan:
[Kate's breathing begins to quicken] He has no face. A mask! He always wears a mask!
Alex Cross:
What kind of mask? What does it look like?
Dr. Kate McTiernan:
[her breathing slows] It changes. I can't show him that I hate him.
Alex Cross:
But you escape. What do you see when you escape?
Dr. Kate McTiernan:
I don't know. I'm just running. And my legs... are heavy from the drugs. And I'm lost. I'm running through hallways and there are all these rooms, I don't know where to turn! [becomes panicked, starts to cry]
Dr. Kate McTiernan:
He's behind me!
Alex Cross:
He's not behind you Kate, you get away. How? How do you get out?
Dr. Kate McTiernan:
[Kate's breathing is becoming more rapid, as she becomes more panicked] Light. Light! The light and the sun.
Alex Cross:
Do you see a barn?
Dr. Kate McTiernan:
No!
Alex Cross:
A house?
Dr. Kate McTiernan:
No! No! There's nothing! Just the light. It hurts my eyes. And then the trees, the trees again. [starts to sob, and begins to hyperventilate]
Dr. Kate McTiernan:
And the rocks are digging into my feet! And I hear him, shouting behind me, and I try to run faster! That's all I'm thinking: just run faster! [begins sobbing uncontrollably, gasping for breath]
Dr. Kate McTiernan:
And I left those girls behind! I wasn't thinking, I just told myself to run, to run, run!
Alex Cross:
[Alex reaches out to comfort Kate] It's all right, it's all right.
Dr. Kate McTiernan:
[through sobs] I left those girls!
Colin:
Exciting news!
Tony:
What?
Colin:
I've bought a ticket to the States. I'm off in three weeks.
Tony:
No!
Colin:
Yes! To a fantastic place called Wisconsin.
Tony:
No!
Colin:
Yes! Wisconsin babes, here comes Sir Colin! Whoo hoo!
Tony:
No, Col! There are a few babes in America, I grant you, but they're already going out with rich, attractive guys.
Colin:
Nah, Tone, you're just jealous. You know perfectly well that any bar anywhere in America contains ten girls more beautiful and more likely to have sex with me than the whole of the United Kingdom.
Tony:
That is total bollocks. You've actually gone mad, now.
Colin:
No, I'm wise. Stateside I am Prince William without the weird family.
Tony:
No, Colin, no!
Colin:
Yes!
Tony:
Nyet!
Colin:
Da!
Tony:
Nein!
Colin:
Ja, darling!
Jenny Szalinski:
So, here we are. This is the kitchen.
Ricky King, Party Bully:
Good, 'cause you know, I really wanted to be alone with you. [sets his hand on the counter near Diane and Patti]
Diane Szalinski:
[looking at Ricky's fingers in disgust] Ew, look, dirty fingernails.
Jenny Szalinski:
Really?
Ricky King, Party Bully:
Yeah, 'cause the truth is, Jenny, I think you're awesome.
Patti Szalinski:
Awesome? Don't fall for it, Jenny. He's just giving you a line.
Jenny Szalinski:
You do? You think I'm awesome?
Ricky King, Party Bully:
Oh, yeah. You're cooler than all the other girls. [Diane and Patti stare at each other confused]
Jenny Szalinski:
[in a serious tone] So, um, what is it you wanted to tell me?
Ricky King, Party Bully:
Nothing. Mostly, I just wanted to do this. [takes Jenny in his arms and kisses her on the lips]
Patti Szalinski:
What is she doing? She's too young. She doesn't even know that boy. [Jenny breaks the kiss]
Jenny Szalinski:
What are you doing?
Ricky King, Party Bully:
Kissing you.
Jenny Szalinski:
Well, you didn't ever ask.
Ricky King, Party Bully:
Ask what?
Jenny Szalinski:
Ask if I wanted to kiss you.
Ricky King, Party Bully:
What are you talking about?
Jenny Szalinski:
You just assumed that I wanted you to kiss me. I mean, I don't even know you, and even if I did know you and we talked and you got to know me and you asked me if I wanted to kiss, I might have been into it, but the way you did it was just... wrong.
Ricky King, Party Bully:
Well, lots of girls like that.
Jenny Szalinski:
Well, I'm not one of them. I don't happen to feel that way, and as far as you and I are concerned, the party is over. [exits the kitchen]
Patti Szalinski:
You tell him, Jenny! Access denied!
Diane Szalinski:
That is one good kid you have.
Patti Szalinski:
And you know what? She can take care of herself.
Kaffee:
Private Downey, one last time, why did you go into Santiago's barracks room on the night of September 6th?
Downey:
A code red was ordered by my platoon commander Lieutenant Jonathan James Kendrick, sir.
Kaffee:
Thank you. Your witness.
Capt. Ross:
Private, on the week of 2 September the switch log has you down at post 39 until 1600, is that right?
Downey:
I'm sure it is, sir, they keep that log pretty good.
Capt. Ross:
How far is it from Post 39 to the Windward barracks?
Downey:
It's a ways, sir. It's a hike.
Capt. Ross:
How far by jeep?
Downey:
Ten, fifteen minutes.
Capt. Ross:
Ever have to walk it?
Downey:
Yes, sir. That day, sir. Friday. The pick up private. That's like what we call the guy who drops us off and picks us up at our posts, also because he can get girls in New York City. Well, pick up comes driving up and, bam, a blow out right at 39 with no spare so we had to double time it back to the barracks.
Capt. Ross:
And if it's ten, fifteen minutes by jeep I'm guessing that it would have to be at least an hour by foot, is that right?
Downey:
Pick up and me did it in 45 flat.
Capt. Ross:
Not bad. Now private, you testified earlier that your assault on Santiago was the result of an order that you received in your barracks room at 1620, is that right?
Downey:
Yes, sir.
Capt. Ross:
But you just said that you didn't make it back to the Windward barracks until 1645.
Downey:
Sir?
Capt. Ross:
Well, how could you be in your barracks room at 1620 if you didn't make it back to the Windward barracks until 1645?
Downey:
Well, you see, sir, there was a blow out.
Capt. Ross:
Private, did you actually ever hear Lieutenant Kendrick order a code red?
Downey:
Well, Hal said that...
Capt. Ross:
Private, did you actually ever hear Lieutenant Kendrick order a code red?
Downey:
No, sir.
Galloway:
Your Honor, I'd like a recess to confer with my client.
Scrabble Man:
Drop the gun, Hallenbeck. [takes Joe's gun and tosses it]
Scrabble Man:
Bit late for a stroll, don't you think?
Joe Hallenbeck:
Yeah, you girls oughta be gettin' home.
Jimmy Dix:
Yeah, streetlights are on.
Jake:
Shut up fuckface.
Joe Hallenbeck:
I'm fuckface, he's asshole. [Jimmy smiles sarcastically, in agreement]
Scrabble Man:
Jake? [Jake punches Joe in the face]
Scrabble Man:
Advise Rodney Dangerfield here of the situation. Perhaps we can dispense with the fun and games now, yes?
Joe Hallenbeck:
You want the envelope, right?
Scrabble Man:
The envelope, very smart. See Jake, here is a man who knows when a situation is untenable.
Joe Hallenbeck:
Good word.
Scrabble Man:
You like that word? And you do have that envelope, don't you?
Joe Hallenbeck:
Better give up, Jimmy. We're dealin' with a couple of geniuses here. [Jake punches Joe in the face]
Jimmy Dix:
Hey man, just leave him the fuck alone. [Jake kicks Jimmy in the groin]
Scrabble Man:
Leave him alone? Yeah, sure Jimmy. Whatever you say. Jake here takes his job with a certain exuberance.
Jimmy Dix:
Shit, we're being beat up by the inventor of scrabble.
Scrabble Man:
He's in a good mood, Jake. Kick 'em again.
Joe Hallenbeck:
All right. You want the envelope the hooker had, right?
Jimmy Dix:
She wasn't a hooker, Joe.
Joe Hallenbeck:
Shut the fuck up.
Gym Teacher:
Evan, get into the game.
Evan:
Kick it over... to me.
Gym Teacher:
Seth, get off the field!
Evan:
Dude, get out of here. There gonna make me run laps again.
Seth:
Dude, just fuckin' listen ok. Jules and her stupid fuckin' friend came up to me and they ask me to buy her alcohol. But not just her, for her whole party. You know what that means? By some divine miracle we were paired up and she actually thought of me. Thought of me enough to decide that I was the guy she would trust with the whole funness of her party. She wants to fuck me, she wants my dick in and around her mouth.
Evan:
Did you ever think that she's just using you to get her alcohol? She doesn't want your dick?
Seth:
No, she's got an older brother and she could've asked him but she asked me. She looked me in the eyes and said 'Seth, Momma's making a pubi salad and I need some Seth's Own dressing.' She's D.T.F. - down to fuck man. P and Vagi, she wants to [kicks soccer ball]
Seth:
fuck man! Tonight is a night that fucking is an actual possibility.
Evan:
You just sound like an idiot, you're not gonna be able to sleep with her man.
Seth:
No... dude, I don't want to talk a lot of shit OK. But she's gonna be at the party, and she's gonna be drunk, and she likes me at least a little, enough to get with me. At the very least I'll make out with her, two weeks hand job, month blow job, whatever whatever. And then, I make her my girlfriend. And I've got like two solid months of sex. By the time college rolls around I'll be like the Iron Chef of pounding vaj.
Evan:
K can you just get out of hear and we'll talk about this later?
Greg the Soccer Player:
What the fuck Evan we're down two points!
Evan:
Fuckin' calm down Greg, it's soccer, it's soccer.
Greg the Soccer Player:
Fuck you man.
Seth:
Hey Greg, why don't you go piss your pants again?
Greg the Soccer Player:
That was like eight years ago asshole.
Seth:
People don't forget. [turning back to Evan]
Seth:
You wanna hear the best part? Becka! You do the same thing with her. When you guys are shit faced at the party, you get with her. This is our last party as highschool people. I fully ignored my hatred for Becka in coming up with this plan.
Evan:
I should buy Becka alcohol?
Evan:
Yeah, man that will be pimp! That way you know she'll be drunk. You know when you hear girls saying like 'ahh I was so shit faced last night I shouldn't have fucked that guy,' we could be that mistake!
Evan:
Have you talked to Fogell?
Seth:
Alright, you talk to Becka. I'll talk to that retard Fogell. Don't worry.
Gym Teacher:
[Blows whistle] Seth, get off the field!
Seth:
[Kicks soccer ball into the stands] Goal!
Gym Teacher:
You're getting that!
Seth:
No I'm not.
Cady:
Hey!
Regina:
Why were you talking to Janis Ian?
Cady:
I don't know, I mean, she's so weird, she just, you know, came up to me and started talking to me about crack.
Regina:
She's so pathetic. Let me tell you something about Janis Ian. We were best friends in middle school. I know, right? It's so embarrassing. I don't even... Whatever. So then in eighth grade, I started going out with my first boyfriend Kyle who was totally gorgeous but then he moved to Indiana, and Janis was like, weirdly jealous of him. Like, if I would blow her off to hang out with Kyle, she'd be like, "Why didn't you call me back?" And I'd be like, "Why are you so obsessed with me?" So then, for my birthday party, which was an all-girls pool party, I was like, "Janis, I can't invite you, because I think you're lesbian." I mean I couldn't have a lesbian at my party. There were gonna be girls there in their *bathing suits*. I mean, right? She was a LESBIAN. So then her mom called my mom and started yelling at her, it was so retarded. And then she dropped out of school because no one would talk to her, and she came back in the fall for high school, all of her hair was cut off and she was totally weird, and now I guess she's on crack.
Pat Nixon:
I was thinking tonight - do you remember, Dick? Do you remember when you used to drive me on dates with the other boys? You didn't want to let me out of your sight.
Richard M. Nixon:
Yeah, sure, a long time ago.
Pat Nixon:
Yes, it's been a long time... [sensing a signal, recoils]
Richard M. Nixon:
I don't need that, buddy. I'm not Jack Kennedy.
Pat Nixon:
[rebuffed] No, you're not. So stop comparing yourself to him. You have no reason to. You have everything you ever wanted. You've earned it. Why can't you just enjoy it?
Richard M. Nixon:
I do. I do. In my own way.
Pat Nixon:
Then what are you scared of, honey?
Richard M. Nixon:
I'm not scared, buddy... You don't understand. They're playing for keeps, buddy. The press, the kids, the liberals - they're out there, trying to figure out how to tear me down.
Pat Nixon:
They're all your enemies?
Richard M. Nixon:
Yes!
Pat Nixon:
You personally?
Richard M. Nixon:
Yes! This is about me. Why can't you understand that, you of all people? It's not the war - It's Nixon! They want to destroy Nixon! And if I expose myself even the slightest bit they'll tear my insides out. Do you want that? Do you want to see that, buddy? It's not pretty.
Pat Nixon:
Sometimes I think that's what you want.
Richard M. Nixon:
[contemptuous] What the hell are you saying? Are you drunk? Jesus, you sound just like them now! I've got to keep fighting, buddy, for the country. These people running things, the elite... they're soft, chickenshit faggots! They just want to cover their asses and meet girls and tear each other down. Oh, God, this country's in deep, deep trouble, buddy... and I have to see this through. Mother would've wanted no less of me.
Pat Nixon:
I just wish... you knew how much I love you, that's all. It took me a long time to fall in love with you, Dick. But I did. And it doesn't make you happy. You want them to love you... [motions outward, indicating the public]
Richard M. Nixon:
[interjects] No, I don't. I'm not Jack...
Pat Nixon:
But they never will, Dick. No matter how many elections you win, they never will.
Breanna Barnes:
[Running in with Spirit and displaying their outfits] Okay, Grandma, what do you think about these for the 'Lil Zane concert?
Eunice Barnes:
Colorful, tasteful, not too sexy...
Breanna Barnes:
Oh, dang, I gotta go change! [Turns to leave]
Eunice Barnes:
No, no! Now that's a good thing. You think the girls who show their bosom are going to get more attention than you at the concert?
Breanna Barnes, Spirit Jones:
[Glance at each other] Uh, yeah!
Eunice Barnes:
You're also going to get a baby at 16, and if you make me a great-grandmother at the tender age of 41, I'm going to have to hurt you.
Breanna Barnes:
Um, 41?
Eunice Barnes:
Hush, child.
[two drunken bikers sit down near Ennis, Alma, and their daughters at the fireworks show]
Biker #1:
Whoooeee! Look at this crowd. Bound to be a lot of pussy on the hoof in a crowd like this.
Biker #2:
All swelled up with patriotic feeling and ready to be humped like a frog.
Biker #1:
So where you figure the most pussy's at - Las Vegas or California?
Biker #2:
Hell, I don't know. But if you make it between Wyoming and Montana, I'd pick Wyoming in a minute.
Ennis Del Mar:
Hey, you might wanna keep it down. I got two little girls here.
Biker #1:
Fuck you! Asshole. [to his friend]
Biker #1:
Probably quit givin' it to his wife after his kids was born. You know what that's like?
Alma Beers Del Mar:
Ennis, let's move. Let's just move, okay?
Ennis Del Mar:
[to bikers] Now, I don't want no trouble from you. You need to shut your slop-bucket mouths, you hear me?
Biker #2:
You oughta listen to your old lady, then.
Ennis Del Mar:
Is that right?
Biker #1:
Yeah. Move somewhere else. [Ennis gets up and kicks the first biker hard in the face, then turns angrily on the second one]
Ennis Del Mar:
How about it? You wanna lose about half your fuckin' teeth? Huh?
Biker #2:
[backing off and leaving] Not tonight, bud. I'd sure rather not.
Hedwig:
Our apartment was so small, that mother made me play in the oven. Late at night I would listen to the voices of the American masters, Tony Tennille, Debby Boone, Anne Murray who was actually a Canadian working in the American idiom. And then there were the crypto-homo rockers: Lou Reed, Iggy Pop, David Bowie who was actually an idiom working in America and Canada. These artists, they left as deep an impression on me as that oven rack did on my face. To be an American in muskrat love, soft as an easy chair not even the chair, I am I said, have I never been mellow? And the colored girls sing... doo do doo do doo do doo... but never with the melody. How could I do it better than Tony or Lou... HEY BOY, TAKE A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE!
