Alex Cross:
Don't do it, Nick.
Dr. Kate McTiernan:
Alex.
Alex Cross:
Let's talk about it, ok? You want to put the lighter down, Nick? Please?
Detective Nick Ruskin:
She has to know.
Alex Cross:
She knows, Nick.
Detective Nick Ruskin:
Then why don't you shoot me?
Alex Cross:
Ah, I don't think so. Muzzle flare, room full of gas, all that, you know? Look, Nick I'm gonna put the gun down. Look, see? There now. How's that? I want you to think about this, Nick. If you do this, no one will ever understand.
Detective Nick Ruskin:
Oh, don't mind fuck me!
Alex Cross:
No, I'm not, Nick.
Detective Nick Ruskin:
See Kate? It's all about building rapport. You use the subject's first name, and your tone, you gotta keep it soft and steady.
Alex Cross:
Establish eye contact, seek his level.
Detective Nick Ruskin:
You wanna know the truth, Alex? You're the one who really needs help.
Alex Cross:
Well, enlighten me, Nick. Tell me what the truth is.
Detective Nick Ruskin:
Truth is looking at a beautiful woman, like our Kate here, and saying to yourself, I gotta have that. I gotta break her down. It's your basest animal self. Dig deep, Alex. You'll recognize him. He's ugly.
Alex Cross:
I've run into him now and then.
Detective Nick Ruskin:
Go ahead. Reach for the Glock and take me down before I tell you about the 10 days I spent with Naomi. 10 days, Doc. Things she'd never tell you. My brown sugar, face like an angel. Perfect, every inch of her. You never knew Naomi. Not like I did. Deep down, you envy me that. Say it.
Alex Cross:
I don't work like you. I don't, hate.
Detective Nick Ruskin:
You only wish you had the courage. Good night, sweet Kate. [Alex shoots and kills Nick through a carton of Milk before he can kill Kate]
Detective Nick Ruskin:
.
Alex Cross:
Kate. It's alright Kate.
Jack Lipnick:
Look Bart, barring a preference we're going to put you on a wrestling picture, Wallace Beery. I say this because they tell me you know the poetry of the streets, so that would rule out westerns, pirate pictures, screwball, bible, roman... look, I'm not one of those guys who thinks poetic has got to be fruity. We're together on that aren't we? I mean I'm from New York myself, well, Minsk if you want to go all the way back. Which we won't, if you don't mind and I ain't asking. Now people are going to say to you, Wallace Beery, wrestling, it's a B picture. You tell them: BULLSHIT! We do NOT make B pictures here at Capitol. Let's put a stop to that rumour RIGHT now!
David:
[Austin is sticking ads everywhere to find his Cinderella] Dude, why are you going through all this trouble for one chick?
Austin:
Look, she's not just some chick, all right? She was real.
Ryan:
Real. Like, she still had her old nose?
Austin:
No, real. The kind of girl who has more on her mind than what she wears, or how much weight she wants to lose. She listens to me, you know?
David:
Listens yo you? Hey, brother, I listen to you, okay? I feel your pa... [gets distracted by a girl passing by, then talks to the girl]
David:
...Hello, kitty!
Austin:
Yeah, you're a great listener.
David:
Well...
Ryan:
Look, man, you found her cellphone. You just gotta get some clue from that.
Austin:
The phone's locked. All I keep getting's these text messages like, "I need you", and "Come see me now."
David:
Oh dude, it's so hot.
Austin:
See, that's what I thought. Until I got one that said, "Come fix fryer".
David:
Oh, dude, that's hot AND kinky, baby! You know what I'm saying? Can I get one? Let me get a pound, baby.
Austin:
[looks at David disapprovingly]
Betty Roberts:
We have a 10am show, and it is now 10:03. Would you please take your places at the microphones?
Hilary Booth:
Maple, would you tell Betty that I just don't care any more?
Maple:
Jeff, would you kindly remind Hilary that Betty and I are no longer speaking to each other?
Jeff Singer:
I'm sorry, Maple, but Hilary and I are not talking to each other.
Maple:
Mackie, are you still speaking to Hilary?
Mackie Bloom:
Yeah, I'm talking Hilary; I'm not talking to you.
Hilary Booth:
Well, if you're talking to me, Mackie, would you please tell Betty that I don't care?
Mackie Bloom:
Betty isn't listening to me anymore.
Hilary Booth:
Well, are you talking to Jeff?
Mackie Bloom:
Yes.
Hilary Booth:
Well, then, would you please tell Jeff to tell Betty that I don't care?
Mackie Bloom:
Jeff, Hilary said to tell Betty that she doesn't care any more.
Jeff Singer:
I've taken my last set of orders from you, Mackie. And we are not talking to each other, remember?
Mackie Bloom:
I forgot. Maple, are we still talking?
Maple:
I think so, but remember, I'm not speaking to Hilary or Betty.
Mackie Bloom:
But you're talking to Jeff.
Maple:
Yes!
Mackie Bloom:
Then, would you please tell Jeff to tell Betty that Hilary told me to tell her that she just doesn't care any more?
Frank James:
You're not so special, Mr. Ford. You're just like any other tyro who's prinked himself up for an escapade, hoping to be a gunslinger like them nickel books are about. You may as well quench your mind of it, because you don't have the ingredients, son.
Robert Ford:
Well, I'm sorry to hear you feel that way, as I put such stock in your opinion. As for me being a gunslinger, I've just got this one granddaddy Paterson Colt and a borrowed belt to stick it in. But I also got an appetite for greater things. I hoped by joining up with you, it'd put me that much closer to getting them.
Frank James:
Well, what am I supposed to say to that?
Robert Ford:
Let me be your sidekick tonight.
Frank James:
Sidekick?
Robert Ford:
So you can examine my grit and intelligence.
Frank James:
I don't know what it is about you, but the more you talk, the more you give me the willies. Now I don't believe I want you anywhere within earshot this evening, okay? You understand?
Robert Ford:
Well, I'm sorry...
Frank James:
Why don't you just get, now? Scat!
