Dottie Hinkle:
Hello?
Beverly Sutphin:
Is this the Cocksucker residence?
Dottie Hinkle:
God damn you! Stop calling here!
Beverly Sutphin:
Is this Four Two One Five Pussy Way?
Dottie Hinkle:
You bitch!
Beverly Sutphin:
Now let me check the zip code. Two-one-two-fuck-you?
Dottie Hinkle:
The police are tracing this call this very minute.
Beverly Sutphin:
Well, Dottie Hinkle, then why aren't they here, huh, fuckface?
Dottie Hinkle:
FUCK YOU! [hangs up]
Beverly Sutphin:
Bwaahahahaha! [immediately calls her back]
Dottie Hinkle:
DIDN'T I JUST SAY FUCK YOU?
Beverly Sutphin:
[in a different voice] I beg your pardon?
Dottie Hinkle:
Who is this?
Beverly Sutphin:
Mrs. Wilson from the telephone company. I understand you're having problems with an obscene phone caller?
Dottie Hinkle:
Yes, I am. I'm sorry, Mrs. Wilson. But this is driving me crazy! I've had my number changed twice already. I'm a divorced woman, please help me.
Beverly Sutphin:
Well what exactly does this sick individual say to you?
Dottie Hinkle:
I can't say the words out loud, I don't use bad language.
Beverly Sutphin:
Oh well, I know it's difficult but we need to know the exact words.
Dottie Hinkle:
I'll try. COCKSUCKER, that's what she calls me.
Beverly Sutphin:
[reverting to the original voice] LISTEN TO YOUR FILTHY MOUTH, YA FUCKIN WHORE!
Dottie Hinkle:
GODDAMN YOU!
Beverly Sutphin:
MOTHERFUCKER!
Dottie Hinkle:
COCKSUCKER!
[Jason Bourne meets Marie for the first time, when she is about to get into her car. She is suspicious of him]
Marie:
What are you looking at?
Jason Bourne:
I heard you inside.
Marie:
What?
Jason Bourne:
The consulate. I heard you talking? I thought maybe we could help each other.
Marie:
How's that?
Jason Bourne:
You need money. I need a ride outta here.
Marie:
I'm not running a car service just now, thank you.
Jason Bourne:
I'll give you ten thousand dollars for driving me to Paris.
Marie:
[She says in German] What, do you think I am, a fool?
Jason Bourne:
[He replies in German] You'd be a fool not to take it. [He holds up a packet of dollar bills]
Marie:
What is this, a joke? Some kind of scam?
Jason Bourne:
No, it's no scam. [He tosses her the packet of bills]
Jason Bourne:
And I'll give you another ten when we get there.
Marie:
Jesus. [while she leafs through the bills, a police car with siren wailing passes them, and he quickly turns away]
Marie:
Is that for you?
Jason Bourne:
Look. You drive, I pay, it's that simple.
Marie:
Scheisse. I got enough trouble, okay?
Jason Bourne:
Okay. Can I have my money back? [She looks down at the wad of bills again. A moment later, he is in the passenger seat while she drives]
Luc:
You know, I am feeling some very strange emotions right now. Guilt, remorse, my self-esteem is rock bottom. I am trying to think, what can I possibly do to say I'm sorry?
Kate:
Shut up! You haven't spent sixty seconds with me when you weren't after something, so what is it this time? Buy, sell, or trade?
Luc:
Oui, it is so true. I used you... a lot. You helped me to get my vine and I left you with nothing. So now, I ask myself what I can possibly do to make it up to you. [sees the police waiting for him]
Luc:
And so now, I am here for you. [runs away]
Early Grayce:
Got them both on the dead run.
Adele Corners:
No! No, no, no Early!
Early Grayce:
Come on, momma. [Walks over to Brian who is standing over the wounded cop]
Early Grayce:
Tell me that don't hurt. Here. [Hands Brian a gun while pointing another one at his head]
Brian Kessler:
What?
Early Grayce:
Gotta put that crippled dog out of his misery. You wanna know about it, you gotta do it, son. Shoot him. Come on, lay it on in there. Come on, mean boy. Come on, mean boy. Do it! Shoot him! Shoot the dog! Time to live, boy. Shoot him. Come on. Go! Go, mean boy. [Brian drops the gun]
Early Grayce:
You faggot.
Brian Kessler:
Look at his face! It's not your father. Look at him!
Early Grayce:
I know that, you idiot. That's police in a world of hurting. This here's a mercy killing. [He kills the cop]
Carrie Laughlin:
Oh God!
Early Grayce:
Let's hit the road.
[the amnesiac Capt Crewe comes across Sara crying in a corner of a darkened room]
Capt. Crewe:
What is it? Why are you crying? Please tell me. I won't hurt you. Won't you tell me your name?
Sara Crewe:
[sobbing] Sara.
Capt. Crewe:
'Sara'... that's such a pretty name.
Sara Crewe:
[there is a flash of lightening, and the lights suddenly come back on] Papa...?
Capt. Crewe:
What did you say? [she runs to him, and he tries to hold her away]
Capt. Crewe:
I'm sorry...
Sara Crewe:
Papa, it's me! It's Sara!
Capt. Crewe:
Do you know me?
Sara Crewe:
Papa, don't you remember me? Papa, please! You've got to know me! It's Sara, remember? Remember India and Maya? Remember the Ramayana... and Emily? And the locket with Mama's picture?
Capt. Crewe:
[still struggling to push her away] No...
Sara Crewe:
Papa, please!
Charles Randolph:
[Mr Randolph arrives with Miss Minchin and the police] Do you know this man?
Sara Crewe:
Papa, tell them!
Miss Minchin:
[recognizes Captain Crewe] This child has no father. Take her away!
Sara Crewe:
[a police man tears Sara away and carries her, kicking and screaming, from the room] No! No! Papa!
Capt. Crewe:
I'm so sorry...
Will:
So, when did you know, like, that she was the one for you?
Sean:
October 21st, 1975.
Will:
Jesus Christ. You know the fuckin' date?
Sean:
Oh yeah. 'Cause it was Game 6 of the World Series. Biggest game in Red Sox history.
Will:
Yeah, sure.
Sean:
My friends and I had, you know, slept out on the sidewalk all night to get tickets.
Will:
You got tickets?
Sean:
Yep. Day of the game. I was sittin' in a bar, waitin' for the game to start, and in walks this girl. Oh, it was an amazing game, though. You know, bottom of the eighth, Carbo ties it up at 6-6. It went to twelve. Bottom of the twelfth, in stepped Carlton Fisk. Old Pudge. Steps up to the plate, you know, and he's got that weird stance.
Will:
Yeah, yeah.
Sean:
And BAM! He clocks it. High fly ball down the left field line! Thirty-five thousand people, on their feet, yellin' at the ball, but that's not because of Fisk. He's wavin' at the ball like a madman.
Will:
Yeah, I've seen...
Sean:
He's going, "Get over! Get over! Get OVER!" And then it HITS the foul pole. OH, he goes apeshit, and 35,000 fans, you know, they charge the field, you know?
Will:
Yeah, and he's fuckin' bowlin' police out of the way!
Sean:
Goin', "God! Get out of the way! Get 'em away!" Banging people...
Will:
I can't fuckin' believe you had tickets to that fuckin' game!
Sean:
Yeah!
Will:
Did you rush the field?
Sean:
[surprised at the question] No, I didn't rush the fuckin' field; I wasn't there.
Will:
What?
Sean:
No - I was in a bar havin' a drink with my future wife.
Will:
You missed Pudge Fisk's home run?
Sean:
Oh, yeah.
Will:
To have a fuckin' drink with some lady you never met?
Sean:
Yeah, but you shoulda seen her; she was a stunner.
Jake}:
Police Department! Let's see your hands!
Alonzo}:
Put your hands up! Put 'em up! Put 'em up! Driver, right side passenger, hands on the windshield!
Jake}:
[to female] Rear seat passenger, palms on the glass. Look that way!
Alonzo}:
Put it in park!
College Driver}:
Stick shift.
Alonzo}:
Take your keys out and throw 'em in the window. Take your keys out and throw 'em in the window.
Male College Passenger}:
I'm sorry.
Alonzo}:
[to front passenger] Shut up! Too late for that. [to driver]
Alonzo}:
Fork it over!
College Driver}:
What are you talking about?
Alonzo}:
You know what I'm talking about. The marijuana. Give it to me! Give it to me! [to front passenger]
Alonzo}:
Gimme that pipe underneath your seat.
Male College Passenger}:
My mom gave it to me.
Alonzo}:
I don't care who gave it to you. She can pick it up in jail. What else you got? C'mon, c'mon, gimme, gimme, gimme. [female removes hands from glass]
Alonzo}:
[to Jake] Hey, control your suspect!
Jake}:
Miss, palms on the glass!
Alonzo}:
[to female] You move those hands again, I'll slap the taste out of your mouth. Put your hands over there. Right there. [to driver]
Alonzo}:
Now what are you doing out here? You know this is a gang neighborhood?
College Driver}:
Yeah.
Alonzo}:
Then don't come down here again. I catch you down here again, I'ma take your vehicle. I'ma make you walk home. I'ma let the homeboys up the hill run a train on your girlfriend. You know what a train is, don't you?
College Driver}:
Yeah.
Alonzo}:
All right, thanks for your cooperation. [to Jake]
Alonzo}:
Let's go. Safe your iron, son.
Male College Passenger}:
Shit!
Ruth the News Anchor:
Good afternoon I'm Ruth Kimbell with your hometown news. For 36 hours Ryan Harrison, Murderer, all around big dink has been a fugitive. Lt. Fergus Falls is heading a worldwide manhunt. Police helicopters, dogs, psychics, and thousands of police are involved. Plus millions of average citizens who would give their left nut to collect the 50 thousand dollar reward, and who couldn't use a bit of extra money? A couple on a fixed income, a teacher, especially a struggling artist who had to return a large fee because someone hated her portrait. I personally wouldn't trust somebody like that for a million, billion, trillion dollars. Columbia heights jamboree is shaping- [Ryan mutes the TV. The newscaster begins freaking out because she cannot hear herself]
Barry B. Benson:
Mister Sting, thank you for coming. Your name intrigues me, I must say. Where have I heard that name before?
Sting:
I was in a very popular band called The Police.
Barry B. Benson:
And yet you've never been a police officer of any kind, have you?
Sting:
No, I haven't.
Barry B. Benson:
No, you haven't. And so you see, this is just another example of bee culture being casually stolen for nothing more than a prance-about stage name!
Sting:
Oh, please.
Barry B. Benson:
Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I feel stung, Sting... or should I say, Gordon M. Sumner?
Layton T. Montgomery:
That's not his real name? You idiots!
Oscar Madison:
Don't get physical with me, Felix! I'm too old to hit, but I can spit you to death!
Felix Ungar:
In that suitcase was my black formal afternoon suit that I bought to wear when I'm giving my daughter away in marriage. And in that suitcase was a $6,000 Tiffany silver tray that I bought as a wedding present. Oh, and in that suitcase was $10,000 in cash that I was going to give to my son-in-law on his wedding day. Now, in your suitcase, the police are going to find your broken, smashed, mutilated, and dissected body in the event that you don't go back and find my fucking suitcase!
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!
Benedict:
I understand you are interested in drug dealers.
Danny Madigan:
[whispering] Jack, that's him, the henchman with the glass eye.
Jack Slater:
Sir, are you a henchman?
Benedict:
No, I only go as far as lackey. Anything else?
Jack Slater:
Yeah, take off your sunglasses.
Benedict:
Who's asking?
Jack Slater:
[flashes Police badge] The tin man.
Benedict:
Well, tin man, suppose you hit the bricks.
Jack Slater:
No, they're the wrong color.
Benedict:
Are they? Oh dear. Let's change them. Would arterial red suit you? [points to guard dogs]
Benedict:
Make no mistake, they are exceptionally well-trained. [snaps fingers, dogs form pyramid]
Benedict:
I snap my fingers again and some time tomorrow, you emerge from several canine rector. Or you and Toto can return to the land of Oz. Questions?
Jack Slater:
Yeah, two of them. Why am I wasting my time with silly putz like you when I could be doing something more dangerous - like rearranging my sock drawer? Two, how exactly are you going to snap your fingers, after I rip off both of your thumbs? [pause, Benedict reveals smiley-face eye]
Benedict:
Have a nice day! [closing the door, he overhears Danny]
Danny Madigan:
He had one with a bulls-eye when he was with your second cousin. He hates his boss, he calls him a "Sicilian schmuck."
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
Dr. Richard Kimble! There's no way out of here, Richard! The entire building is locked down! Give it up Richard, you don't have any time, Chicago police department thinks you're a cop killer, they WILL shoot you on sight! [pauses]
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
Richard, I know you're innocent! I know about Frederick Sykes! I know about Dr. Charles Nichols! Richard, he borrowed your car the night of your wife's murder, he had your keys! No forced entry, Richard! He telephoned Sykes from your car, Richard! Richard, give it up! Richard, I'm either lying or I'm gonna shoot you, what do you think? [another pause, as Nichols draws down on Gerard]
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
Give it up, Richard, it's time to stop running!
