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.
Brad:
You wouldn't have these problems if you would just follow my rules: 100. Friends don't let friends fuck ugly people 99. Try everything twice, the first time you might have been doing it wrong 98. Fat girls give the best head because they're always hungry 97. Cologne: overrated... Deodorant: a must 96. Blondes are usually too dumb to realize they're having more fun 95. After puberty, that's not "baby fat" 94. ATM = the Holy Grail 93. All hippie chicks deep throat, but few vegans swallow 92. Women like shoes. They will look at yours; purchase accordingly 91. BBBJ or why bother? 90. Women cannot parallel park 89. If you wanna fuck it, you've got to be willing to lick it. 88. Ass, stomach, legs, boobs - in that order 87. If it's not dirty, you're doing something wrong 86. If a friend's apartment is running low on toilet paper, you're required to use it all 85. Cheerleaders are overrated 84. Under no circumstance may two men share an umbrella 83. Never allow a conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her 82. Other than in February, the 14th of every month is Pizza and Blowjob Night 81. Dogs are better than cats... period 80. Bigger is never better when they're fake 79. Don't leave the house until you're camera ready 78. A period does not equal a week off from sex 77. Mustaches and hunting = gay 76. Sucking your best friend's dick = priceless 75. You are not accountable if you bring ugly people home, unless you fuck them again in the morning 74. If her mom isn't a MILF, chances are she won't be one either 73. Fake orgasms count, as long as they're not yours 72. The G-spot does not exist 71. There is NOTHING sexy about pregnant women 70. Persistence gets you laid 69. Never give yourself a haircut while drunk 68. No panties = a good night 67. Drinks hard liquor = a great night 66. Tongue piercing = God loves you! 65. Saliva isn't always the best lubricant, just the most fun to apply 64. White cotton panties and knee socks. Enough said! 63. Never lend money to friends 62. Never lend books, CDs, or DVDs to anyone 61. The month you finish paying for your car, it will break down 60. Elvis is not dead 59. Lee Harvey Oswald did not act alone 58. What's good for you usually won't taste better. Example: processed peanut butter vs. the all-natural kind 57. People who don't use turn signals deserve mandatory prison sentences 56. Never let a girl shave your balls 55. Porn saves lives 54. Republicans are better at... well... nothing 53. If you've never had New Haven brick oven pizza, you've never had pizza. There is no pizza in New York or Chicago. Don't argue, you'll just sound foolish 52. Old country = cool Alt-country = really cool New country = sucks 51. Condition your hair once a day 50. Masturbate twice a day 49. Eat three square meals every day 48. Women should never cut their hair, unless they're going to play for the other team 47. Crying is blackmail 46. Your choice: spay or neuter your pet... or yourself 45. If she sleeps in your bed, sex is a given 44. If a girl leaves her dirty panties lying around, she wants you to sniff them 43. There's no such thing as "giving 110%" 42. Halloween is the only holiday that matters 41. Sympathy sex trumps make-up sex 40. Body hair just gets in the way 39. Rip bread, don't slice it 38. Every man should learn how to dance, but no other man should know he can 37. Men have no right to speak on the subject of abortion 36. Every decade gives us only one great double album: The White Album, Exile On Main Street, London Calling, Being There, and Cold Roses. 35. Chivalry is not dead, but she has to earn it 34. Watch Carnival Of Souls at least once in your lifetime 33. If your pubic hair is blonde or red, shaving is optional 32. You can cheat on girls with hairy legs 31. If they don't answer, it means yes 30. Never turn down a chance to sleep with a celebrity 29. Sex is better in warmer climates 28. Emo guys = gay; emo gals = easy marks 27. Never trust people who don't drink coffee 26. Springsteen really is The Boss 25. If there's a problem, talk it out 24. If you can't talk it out: fuck, then try again 23. Never lease what you can buy 22. Never break up using a post-it note, her biker friends will hurt you for it 21. Never say "no" to a green-eyed girl 20. Live life as if The Catcher In The Rye were your bible 19. Don't lie, you will get caught 18. Admit that the 1986 Mets were the greatest baseball team of all time and life will be easier 17. Know the legal age of consent in every place you visit 16. Wild animals belong in the wild, not in zoos, fairs, or roadside attractions 15. Pussy farts are charming 14. Only wear a bra if you're going to offend me 13. Beauty is in the eye of the beer-holder 12. It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye 11. Never underestimate the power of stupid peoplein large groups 10. When in doubt, mumble 9. Masturbation is overrated 8. Small boobs are misunderstood 7. Better to be feared than loved, but even better to have your love feared 6. Handcuffs are the ultimate sex toy 5. If you can't convince them, confuse them 4. Quiet girls are the most likely to toss your salad 3. Women do not understand remote controls, there is no exception to this rule 2. Never overthink... And the most important rule of all: Friends don't fuck.
John Bul Dau:
It was as if the last day, as people say in the Bible, that there will be a last day, that Jesus Christ will come, and whatever on Earth will be judged. That was my imagination. I though that God felt tired of people on earth here, felt tired of the bad deeds, the bad thing that we are doing, yet God is watching on us. I thought God got tired of us and he want to finish us. When I think of it back... it was so bad anyway. You can even think of - you can even regret why you were born. Why you were born. Now I wonder, I'm now again wearing clothes, feeling very happy, and so anyway, everything has an end. Has an end. Even if there's problem in Sudan still maybe one time, one day, one minute it will come to an end.
Michael Simmons:
40 days? Does Catherine know?
Caleb Holt:
I'm not gonna tell her. If she wants to go ahead and file, it's up to her.
Michael Simmons:
Divorce is a hard thing, man.
Caleb Holt:
Well, if it brings peace...
Michael Simmons:
But Caleb, you want the right kind of peace.
Caleb Holt:
What do you mean by that?
Michael Simmons:
You know what that ring on your finger means?
Caleb Holt:
It means I'm married.
Michael Simmons:
Yeah, well, it also means you made a lifelong covenant. You putting on that ring, by saying your vows. The sad part about it is when most people promise for better or for worse, they really only mean for the better.
Caleb Holt:
Catherine and I were in love when we got married. Today, we're two very different people. All right? It's just not working out anymore.
Michael Simmons:
Caleb, salt and pepper are completely different. Their makeup is different; their taste and their color. But you always see 'em together. And when you... Hang on a second. [Michael glues a salt and pepper shaker together]
Caleb Holt:
What are you doing? Michael, what did you do that for?
Michael Simmons:
Caleb, when two people get married; it's for better or for worse, for richer or for poor, in sickness and in health.
Caleb Holt:
I know that. But marriages aren't fireproof. Sometimes you get burned.
Michael Simmons:
Fireproof doesn't mean a fire will never come, but that when it comes you'll be able to withstand it.
Caleb Holt:
You didn't have to glue them together. [Caleb picks up the shakers and starts trying to force them apart]
Michael Simmons:
Don't do it, Caleb. If you pull them apart now, you'll break either one or both of them.
Caleb Holt:
I am not a perfect person, but better than most. And if my marriage is failing, it is not all my fault.
Michael Simmons:
But Caleb, man, I've seen you run into a burning building to save people you don't even know. But you're gonna let your own marriage just burn to the ground.
Caleb Holt:
Michael, you are my friend. And I have allowed you to speak freely to me on this job. Don't abuse it.
George Carlin:
Jim, Jim, calm down, calm down. You began a sentence a little while ago with 'It shouldn't be a surprise'. It shouldn't be a surprise that rich, white men don't care about poor, black people, period. So they're not high on the list.
Jim Glassman:
George, I love you, George, but that's nonsense.
George Carlin:
I don't care if you love me or not. They're not high on the conscious or the subconscious list of those people how are in charge of things in this country, the owners. Forget these foolish elections. The owners of this country don't care about the poor, in general.
Jim Glassman:
The owners of this country? What is this, Karl Marx talking to me? The owners of this country are the voters of this country.
George Carlin:
No, you're wrong about that, my friend. You're absolutely wrong.
Jim Glassman:
Aren't the owners of this country are the voters of this country who elected George Bush?
George Carlin:
No, no, they're not. Listen, these elections are a charade, they're a charade...
Jim Glassman:
[sarcastically] Oh, okay.
George Carlin:
I'll tell you, listen, just listen for a minute and learn a little something! Elections and politicians are in place in order to give Americans the ILLUSION that they have freedom of choice. You don't really have choice in this country.
[after reading a letter sent by his mother]
Alexander:
It's a high ransom she charges for nine months lodging in the womb.
Hephaistion:
Bring her to Babylon, Alexander. It'll give her such joy.
Alexander:
Joy! I am the cracked mirror of her dreams... Stay with me tonight Hephaistion.
Hephaistion:
What bothers you?
Alexander:
I see in her everything I fear. Yet I have no idea what it is; this fear. She was always so sure I was born of Zeus. Why, Hephaistion?
Hephaistion:
I think there are things beyond our imagining. Like the lightening. Tales of strange conceptions. I don't doubt it.
Alexander:
What is being told me? What destiny do I have?
Hephaistion:
Well, if I'm Patroclus, I die first. Then you, Achilles. The generals are upset. They question your obsession with Darius. They say it was never meant for you to be king of Asia.
Alexander:
Naturally. They want only to return to their homes rich with gold, but I have seen the future, Hephaistion! I've seen it now a thousand times, on a thousand faces. These people want, need, change. Aristotle was wrong about them.
Hephaistion:
How so?
Alexander:
Look at those we've conquered. They leave their dead unburied, they smash their enemies skulls and drink them as dust, they mate in public! How can they think, or sing, or write when none can read? But as Alexander's army they could go where they never thought possible. They can soldier, or work in the cities. From the Alexandrias, from Egypt to the outer ocean. We could connect these lands, Hephaistion. And the people.
Hephaistion:
Some say these Alexandrias have become extensions of Alexander himself. They draw people into the cities so as to make slaves.
Alexander:
But we've freed them, Hephaistion, from the Persias, where everyone lived as slaves! To free the people of the world! Such would be beyond the glory of Achilles. Beyond Heracles! A feat to rival Prometheus, who was always a friend to man.
Hephaistion:
Remember the fates of these heroes. They suffered, greatly.
Alexander:
We all suffer. Your father, mine. They all came to the end of their time and in the end, when it's over, all that matters is what you've done.
Hephaistion:
You once said the fear of death drives all men. Are there no other forces? Is there not love in your life, Alexander? What would you do if you ever reached the end of the world? I wonder sometimes, if it's not your mother you run from, so many years, so many miles between you, what is it you fear?
Alexander:
Who knows these things? When I was a child my mother thought me divine; my father, weak. Which am I, Hephaistion? Weak or divine? All I know is I trust only you in this world. I've missed you. I need you. It is you I love, Hephaistion. No other.
Hephaistion:
You still hold you head cocked like that.
Alexander:
[laughing] I have to stop that.
Hephaistion:
No, like a dear listening in the wind you strike me still, Alexander. You have eyes like no other. I sound as stupid as a school boy, but you're everything I care for. And by the sweet breath of Aphrodite I'm so jealous of losing you to this world you want so badly.
Alexander:
You'll never lose me, Hephaistion. I'll be with you always. 'Til the end.
Selby:
I just wanna live, Lee. I just want a normal happy life. I don't know why you did this.
Aileen:
Because I love you. Because I love you and I never wanna to loose you and that's all. I love you from my heart, my soul, my mind. And I never let you down. All right? Because it was me. It was only me. And I'll tell them that, ok. It's over for me now. And I never gonna see you again.
Selby:
Yeah, I know.
Aileen:
I wish there was a way that people can forgive you for something about this, you know. But they can't. They can't, man. So I gonna die, Sel... Hey Sel, I'll never forget you. Good bye, baby. Bye baby.
Selby:
Good bye, Lee.
[at a seminar, Charlie Kaufman has asked McKee for advice on his new screenplay in which 'nothing much happens']
Robert McKee:
Nothing happens in the world? Are you out of your fucking mind? People are murdered every day. There's genocide, war, corruption. Every fucking day, somewhere in the world, somebody sacrifices his life to save someone else. Every fucking day, someone, somewhere takes a conscious decision to destroy someone else. People find love, people lose it. For Christ's sake, a child watches her mother beaten to death on the steps of a church. Someone goes hungry. Somebody else betrays his best friend for a woman. If you can't find that stuff in life, then you, my friend, don't know crap about life! And why the FUCK are you wasting my two precious hours with your movie? I don't have any use for it! I don't have any bloody use for it!
Charlie Kaufman:
Okay, thanks.
Bruce Wayne:
"We're 5 little items of an everyday sort. You'll find us all in a tennis court". In... A-E-I-O-U. Vowels.
Alfred Pennyworth:
Not entirely unclever, sir, but what do a clock, a match, chess pawns, and vowels have in common? What do these riddles mean?
Bruce Wayne:
Every riddle has a number in the question and they arrived at this order: 13, 1, 8, and 5.
Alfred Pennyworth:
13, 1, 8, and 5. What do they mean?
Bruce Wayne:
Perhaps letters of the alphabet?
Alfred Pennyworth:
Of course, 13 is M.
Bruce Wayne:
1 would be A, 8 would be H, and 5 would be E.
Alfred Pennyworth:
M-A-H-E.
Bruce Wayne:
Perhaps 1 and 8 are 18.
Alfred Pennyworth:
18 is R. M-R-E.
Bruce Wayne:
How about Mr. E.?
Alfred Pennyworth:
Mystery.
Bruce Wayne:
And another name for mystery?
Alfred Pennyworth:
Enigma.
Bruce Wayne:
Mr. E. Nygma. Edward Nygma. Stickley's suicide was obviously a computer-generated forgery.
Alfred Pennyworth:
You really are quite bright, despite what people say.
Bruce Wayne:
[Edward extends his had to shake Bruce's] Mister...?
Edward Nygma:
Ohhhhh... Bruce Wayne.
Bruce Wayne:
No, that's uh, my name. And you are?
Edward Nygma:
Oh! Nygma. Edward... Edward Nygma. You hired me personally. We've never actually met, but you signed the employment form yourself. I have it.
Bruce Wayne:
I'm gonna need that hand back, Ed.
Edward Nygma:
Oh! Yes, of course! I'm sorry. It's just that... you're my idol.
Fred Stickley:
[reaches for Nygma's arm] Back to work Edward.
Edward Nygma:
[yanks arm away] And *some* people have been trying to keep us apart.
Fred Stickley:
Back to work Edward!
Bruce Wayne:
It's okay. So, Mr. Nygma, what's on your mind?
Edward Nygma:
Precisely! What's on all our minds? Brainwaves. [giggles]
Edward Nygma:
The future of Wayne Enterprises is brainwaves. [runs into his cubicle]
Fred Stickley:
You'll have to forgive this Mr. Wayne. I personally terminated this project this morning!
Bruce Wayne:
It's okay.
Edward Nygma:
[pops out with a high-tech contraption] I have it! Voila! Huh? My invention beams any TV signal directly into the human brain. By stimulating the neurons, manipulating brainwaves if you will, this device makes the viewer feel like they're actually inside the show! Why be brutalized by an uncaring world?
Bruce Wayne:
Did you say manipulating brainwaves?
Edward Nygma:
Well... uh... yes.
Bruce Wayne:
Hmmm.
Edward Nygma:
Not that someone like you would need this. Someone so... sophisticated... and intelligent. I just need additional funds and time for human testing. Let me show you, *please!*
Bruce Wayne:
Now look Ed, I'm going to need a full set of technical schematics on this, alright?
Edward Nygma:
I want you to know we're gonna be full partners on this Bruce! Look at us! Two of a kind!
Bruce Wayne:
You call my assistant Margaret, she'll set something up.
Edward Nygma:
[grabs Wayne by the arm] Uhhhhhh... that's not gonna be good for me. I need an answer now. I think I deserve it.
Bruce Wayne:
Well I'm sorry Ed, then the answer's no. Stimulating neurons... tampering with people's brainwaves... it just raises too many questions. I'm sorry. Thanks everybody, factory looks great. Keep up the good work.
Fred Stickley:
Alright, everyone. Back to work. [in Nygma's ear]
Fred Stickley:
We'll discuss this later!
Edward Nygma:
[watching Wayne leave] You were supposed to understand! [pause]
Edward Nygma:
I'll *make* you understand...
Jessica:
You don't appreciate the chaos and absurdity of life on this planet. You don't understand irony, or ethnicity, or eccentricity, or poetry, or the simple joy of being a regular at the diner on your block. I love that. You don't drink coffee or alcohol. You don't over eat. You don't cry when you're alone. You don't understand sarcasm. You plod through life in a neat, colorless, caffeine free, dairy free, conflict free way. I'm bold and angry and tortured and tremendous and I notice when someone has changed their hair part, or when someone is wearing two very distinctly different shades of black or when someone changes the natural temperment of their voice on the phone. I don't give out empty praise. I'm not complacent or well-adjusted. I can't spend fifteen minutes breathing and stretching and getting in touch with myself. I can't spend three minutes finishing an article. I check my answering machine nine times every day and I can't sleep at night because I feel that there is so much to do and fix and change in the world, and I wonder every day if I am making a difference and if I will ever express the greatness within me, or if I will remain forever paralyzed by muddled madness inside my head. I've wept on every birthday I've ever had because life is huge and fleeting and I hate certain people and certain shoes and I feel that life is terribly unfair and sometimes beautiful and wonderful and extraordinary but also numbing and horrifying and insurmountable and I hate myself a lot of the time. The rest of the time I adore myself and I adore my life in this city and in this world we live in. This huge and wondrous, bewildering, brilliant, horrible world.
Will Grimm:
Ignore him. He wishes his whole life was something out of a book. And now he thinks he's in love.
Jacob Grimm:
Shut up, Will!
Will Grimm:
Angelika, do what your father wanted: leave the village now.
Angelika:
No, Will. I'm gonna find my sisters.
Jacob Grimm:
Will doesn't care about them. Will doesn't care about anything but himself!
Will Grimm:
This isn't a fairy tale. They are not coming back!
Jacob Grimm:
This is not your world, Will! [to Angelika]
Jacob Grimm:
Angelika, you know, don't you? The story, it's happening to us now. We're living it. It's-it's alive, it's real, it's breathing. And we can give it a happy ending.
Angelika:
Jake...
Jacob Grimm:
Angelika, we'll find your sisters. All right? We'll bring them back.
Will Grimm:
[getting angry] Bring back her sisters? [kicks Jacob]
Will Grimm:
Bring them back? Bring them back with what? Magic beans?
Jacob Grimm:
Why do you say that?
Will Grimm:
Magic beans don't work! They don't bring people back to life! They did not then and they will not now! You go wait by the horses! Jacob, wait by the horses!
Joe Pitt:
I think we ought to pray. Ask God for help. Ask him together.
Harper Pitt:
God won't talk to me. I have to make up people to talk to me.
Joe Pitt:
You have to keep asking.
Harper Pitt:
I forgot the question?... Oh, yeah. God, is my husband a homo?
Joe Pitt:
Stop it! Stop it! I'm warning you! Does it make any difference that I might be one thing deep within? No matter how wrong or ugly that thing is so long as I have fought with everything I have to kill it? What do you want from me? What do you want from me Harper, more than that? For God's sake, there's nothing left. I'm a shell. There's nothing left to kill. As long as my behaviour is what I know it has to be, decent, correct that alone in the eyes of God.
Harper Pitt:
No, no, not that. That's Utah talk, Mormon talk. I hate it, Joe. Tell me, say it.
Joe Pitt:
All I will say is that I'm a very good man who has worked very hard to become good and you wanna destroy that. You wanna destroy me but I am not gonna let you do that.
Harper Pitt:
I'm gonna have a baby.
Joe Pitt:
Liar!
Harper Pitt:
You liar!... A baby born addicted to pills. A baby who does not dream but who hallucinates, who stares up at us with big mirror eyes and who does not know who we are.
Joe Pitt:
Are you really?
Harper Pitt:
No... Yes... No... Yes... Get away from me. Now we both have a secret.
Jake Sully:
Look, I know you probably don't undertstand this... but, thank you.
Neytiri:
[Ignores him and speaks in Na'vi]
Jake Sully:
Thank you.
Neytiri:
[Speaks in Na'vi]
Jake Sully:
That was pretty impressive. I would have been screwed if you hadn't come along. [Neytiri stands up and leaves. Jake follows her]
Jake Sully:
Hey, wait a second! Where are you going? Wait up! Just, hey, slow down! I just wanted to say thanks for killing those things... [Neytiri hits him with her bow]
Jake Sully:
AH!Damn!
Neytiri:
Don't thank. You don't thank for this! This is sad. Very sad only.
Jake Sully:
Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I'm sorry.
Neytiri:
All this is your fault. They did not need to die.
Jake Sully:
My fault? They attacked me! How am I the bad guy?
Neytiri:
Your fault! Your fault.
Jake Sully:
Easy. Easy...
Neytiri:
You are like a baby. Making noise, don't know what to do.
Jake Sully:
Fine. If you loved your little forest friends... why not let them kill me? What's the thinking?
Neytiri:
Why save you?
Jake Sully:
Yeah, why save me?
Neytiri:
You have a strong heart. No fear. But stupid! Ignorant like a child! [Neytiri walks away and Jake follows after her]
Jake Sully:
Well, if I'm like a child, then maybe you should teach me.
Neytiri:
Sky People can not learn, you do not see.
Jake Sully:
Then teach me how to see.
Neytiri:
No one can teach you to see.
Jenna:
Dear Baby: If I was writing you a letter, it would probably sounds something like an apology. I know everyone deserves a mama who'd want a nice baby such as yourself... who was also a good wife, a fine member of a society. And I can't rightly say that I'm any of that. And I'm not sure the world is scuh a fine place to bringing you. Many of the people I've met are not worth meeting. Many of the things that happened are not worth living through. And you shouldn't take it personal, Baby... if I don't seem like all the other mama-to-be, jumping all over themselves with joy. I frankly don't know what I got to give you, Baby. What if I leave Earl, and don't win that contest next week, and don't have money? What the hell am I gonna give you then? All my life, Baby, the only thing I wanna do is run away. What kind of mama is that? I wish I could think other things, Baby, like excitement that you with me now... or faith that I'll be a good mama... even if my life ain't such a good place, and the world as I see it ain't so pretty like they'd have you believe in this book. Anyway, writing this letter to you, sounds more like a letter writing to me, don't it? Love, Mama.
[At night, after searching all day for the way to Messiah Kings, Zia and Mikal suddenly come upon what appears to be an ocean]
Zia:
Holy shit. [They stop in astonishment and he looks at her]
Zia:
Let's go. How come no one in camp mentioned the beach is so close?
Mikal:
Maybe they don't know. Maybe we're the only ones who know. [They make their way down and start to pick their way along the rocky shore. Romantic music starts to play and she look his way]
Mikal:
Hi.
Zia:
Hi. You remember the other day when you were talking about missing things from life and, uh... and how you wanted to go back and I told you I didn't miss anything?
Mikal:
Yeah.
Zia:
Well... when I'm here... with you, I kind of miss myself the way I used to be.
Mikal:
What were you like? I was... I was happy at a time. Obviously before I came here, but...
Mikal:
Yeah.
Mikal:
something about being here with you reminds me of that. It's just, I don't know, it's just weird to me that you can feel that in a place like this. We're all... We're all dead.
Mikal:
You know what? Most of the people that I knew before I got here were either half dead or just completely dead already. You know, completely dead. And you're doing pretty good, Zia.
Zia:
You think so?
Mikal:
Yeah, definitely. [Long awkward silence follows and they look at each other. Zia finally leans in to kiss her and they make out. We see a shot of light reflecting off the water and then see, in the daylight, the two of them, still full clothed, spooning together on the rocks. The camera starts to pull back and we notice unused condoms in various colors as well as used syringes strewn all over the place with discarded beer bottles]
Kneller:
[We hear shouting from afar] Zia! Mikal!
Zia:
[groggily, just starting to move] Kneller. Freaking out. [He looks up and around as she see Kneller approaching]
Zia:
Fuck. Fuck! Mik, get up. [They are both startled by their surroundings]
Zia:
Oh, my God. Oh, God.
Kneller:
Zia. There they are. I've just been worried sick about you.
Zia:
[to Mikal] Careful. Careful. Don't step on it. Put your shoes on.
Kneller:
I hope you didn't sleep *here.*
Zia:
Well, yeah.
Kneller:
Ah! This is where intravenous drug users and prostitutes congregated. It was too revolting for them. Can we get the hell out of here?
Keith Griffin:
It's back.
Christian:
Yeah, this must be your lucky fuckin' day.
Keith Griffin:
Or maybe I'm just not suffering enough yet. I didn't expect to see you again.
Christian:
Oh, come on now. You don't think you going all 'Miss Cleo the Psychic' on my ass is gonna scare me off that easy - now do you?
Keith Griffin:
Maybe it's just dementia setting in. Sometimes I read people and I... I think I'm the oracle of Delphi.
Christian:
Well, sometimes I growl at people. Doesn't make me Eartha Kitt. I'm just goin' to put this right about here.
Keith Griffin:
It doesn't matter, I'm still not hungry.
Christian:
I don't remember asking you if you were. I just deliver this stuff, remember? But my friend Andrew made this, and he doesn't even cook for his boyfriends. So the least you could do is tryin' to be polite, and eat it.
Keith Griffin:
I don't have to pretend to be polite. I think I've... I think I've earned that right.
Christian:
Oh yes, that's right; you're dying, you're bitter, blah, blah, blah... Fortunately I'm shallow so I'm impervious to that. Now eat it.
Keith Griffin:
Impervious? Bet you don't know how to spell that.
Christian:
Sure I do. It's spelled 'Bite me.'
