Jean Roqua:
[Jake is considering going to the Beatdown] Do this and you can never come back in my gym again. I let you get away with it once, not twice.
Jake Tyler:
Wait! You think this is what I want? To never train with you again? Just to give some asshole the show that he's looking for?
Jean Roqua:
Then stop! Let it go.
Jake Tyler:
The night my dad died, I just let him drive. I didn't even try to stop him. Doing nothing has consequences too.
Jean Roqua:
You cannot live in the past, my friend.
Jake Tyler:
Really? If you could go back, and stop the guy who shot your brother.
Jean Roqua:
Don't push me.
Jake Tyler:
I know you would've fought that guy. I know...
Jean Roqua:
You know nothing! Seven years. Seven years, I've not seen my family. My friends. And every day, like the day before, I wake up, wash my face, look myself in the mirror, disgusted.
Jake Tyler:
Why not go back?
Jean Roqua:
And face my father? The last time he spoke to me, he said both of his sons died that night.
Jake Tyler:
Well if that's what you believe, then he was right. You gave up. Sometimes fighting the fight means that you have to do the one thing you don't want to do. You have to fight for his forgiveness. You can't just hide here forever. At least I can't. I'm gonna stop this guy. Win, lose, it makes no difference. It ends tonight. This is my fight. Everyone's got one.
Jean Roqua:
Jake, no matter what happens, control the outcome. It's on you.
Jake Tyler:
Always has been.
Alec Trevelyan:
We're both orphans, James. But while your parents had the luxury of dying in a climbing accident, mine survived the British betrayal and Stalin's execution squads. My father couldn't let himself or my mother live with the shame. MI6 figured I was too young to remember. And in one of life's little ironies, the son went to work for the government whose betrayal caused the father to kill himself and his wife.
James Bond:
Hence Janus. The two-faced Roman god come to life.
Alec Trevelyan:
It wasn't God who gave me this face! It was you, setting the timers for three minutes instead of six.
James Bond:
Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?
Alec Trevelyan:
No. You were supposed to die for me. [pause]
Alec Trevelyan:
And, by the way, I did think about asking you to join my little scheme but somehow I knew, 007's loyalty was always to the mission, never to his friend. [louder]
Alec Trevelyan:
Closing time, James! Last call. [Bond raises his gun to kill Alec but is tranquilized by a sniper]
Alec Trevelyan:
[walks towards Bond and looks down on him] For England, James.
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]
Charley Waite:
[burying Mose and Tig] Be right to say some words.
Boss Spearman:
You want to speak with the man upstairs, go on and do it. I'll stand right here and listen, hat in hand, but I ain't talking to that son or a bitch. And I'll be holding a grudge for him letting this befall a sweet kid like Mose.
Charley Waite:
Well, he sure as hell wasn't one to complain. Woke with a smile, seemed like he could keep it there all day. Kind of a man that'd say 'good morning' and mean it, whether it was or not. Tell you the truth, Lord, if there was two gentler souls in this world, I never seen 'em. Seems like old Tig wouldn't even kill birds in the end. Well, you got yourself a good man and a good dog, and I'm inclined to agree with Boss here about holding a grudge against you for it. I guess that means Amen.
Fred:
I've heard about physical attraction before, chemically I understand it but I've never experienced it.
Jane Bingum:
What, you've never had a crush?
Fred:
Up there all I meet are dead people.
Jane Bingum:
Well, forget it, okay? Stacey's out of your league. You'll be setting yourself up for a world of hurt.
Fred:
No no no, you don't understand! I look at this Stacey, and I, and I can't help it. I wanna, I wanna do her grocery shopping, wanna, wanna re-roof her house. I wanna... hunt animals and bring her the MEAT.
Jerome Davenport:
"Who will cry for the little boy, lost and all alone / Who will cry for the little boy, abandoned without his own"
Antwone Fisher:
"Who will cry for the little boy, he cried himself to sleep / Who will cry for the little boy, who never had it for keeps / Who will cry for the little boy, who walked on burning sands / Who will cry for the little boy, the boy inside a man / Who will cry for the little boy, who knew well hurt and pain / Who will cry for the little boy, who died and died again / Who will cry for the little boy, a good boy he tried to be / Who will cry for the little boy, who cries inside of me"
Jerome Davenport:
Who will cry for the little boy Antwoine?
Antwone Fisher:
I will, I always do.
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!
[Hannah Pitt approaches a Homeless Woman]
Hannah Pitt:
Excuse me. I said excuse me. Can you tell me where I am? Is this Brooklyn? Do you know a Pineapple Street or is there some train or bus I...? [sets down bags exaustedly]
Hannah Pitt:
I'm lost. I just arrived from Salt Lake City. [beet]
Hannah Pitt:
Utah? I took the bus I was told to take and I got off... well it was the very last stop so I had to get off and I asked the driver was this Brooklyn and he nodded yes. But he was from one of those foreign countries where they think it's good manners to nod at everything, even if you don't know what it is you're nodding at. In truth I think he spoke no English at all... which I think would make him ineligible for employment on public transportation, you know with the public being English-speaking... mostly. Do you speak English.
Homeless Woman:
[nods yes]
Hannah Pitt:
Well I was supposed to be met at the airport by my son and he didn't show. And I don't wait more than three and three quarters hours for anyone, so I should have been more patient... I guess. But is this...
Homeless Woman:
Bronx.
Hannah Pitt:
[confused] Is that The Bronx? How in the name of Heaven did I get to The Bronx? When that drive...
Homeless Woman:
-slurp... slurp... will you stop that disgusting slurping, you disgusting slurping animal, feeding yourself. What would it matter to yourself or anyone if you just stop feeding and DIED!
Hannah Pitt:
Can you just tell me...
Homeless Woman:
Why was the Koziuscko Bridge named after a Po-lack?
Hanna:
I don't know what you're talking ab...
Homeless Woman:
It was a joke.
Hanna:
Well what's the punch line?
Homeless Woman:
I don't know.
Hanna:
Oh for Petes' sake! [to the street]
Hanna:
Is there anyone who can tell me...
Homeless Woman:
[yelling to no one in particular] Stand further off you fat loathsome whore, you can't have any more of this soup slurp slurp slurp you animal, and I know you'll just go pee it all away and where will you do that behind what bush! It's fucking cold out here and I- [gulp]
Homeless Woman:
... not right because I'm supposed to live in a tunnel. [to Hannah]
Homeless Woman:
You're not very funny. Have you read the propecies of Nostradomus?
Hannah Pitt:
Who?
Homeless Woman:
Some guy I once went out with somewhere. Nostradomus... prophet... outcast... eyes like scary shit, he would...
Hannah Pitt:
Shut up! Please stop jabbering for one minute and pull your wits together and tell me how to get to Brooklyn, because you know and you're going to tell me because there is no one else around to tell me and I'm cold and I'm wet and I'm very, very angry. So I'm sorry that you're psychotic but just make an effort. Pull yourself together and take a deep breath. [Homeless Woman stares dumbfounded at Hannah]
Hannah Pitt:
Do it!
Homeless Woman:
[stuggles to take in a breath]
Hannah Pitt:
Good. Now exale. [blows air out of her mouth]
Homeless Woman:
[Tries to mimic Hannah's exhaling with mixed results]
Hannah Pitt:
Now tell me how to get to Brooklyn.
Homeless Woman:
Hmmm... don't know. [Hannah slumps defeatedly]
Homeless Woman:
Want some soup?
Hannah Pitt:
Manhattan? I don't suppose you know the address of the Mormon Visitor Center.
Homeless Woman:
65th and Broadway.
Hannah Pitt:
How do you know that?
Homeless Woman:
I go there all the time. Free movies. Boring, but you can stay all day.
Hannah Pitt:
Well how can I get there?
Homeless Woman:
Take the D train. Next block take a right.
Hannah Pitt:
Thank you. [Hannah picks up her bags and starts walking away. Homeless Woman dumps out the rest of her soup and throws the empty container in to a bin, startling Hannah]
Homeless Woman:
In the new century, I think we will all be insane. [Hannah hurries away as fast as she can]
Jerry Lundegaard:
[answering the phone] Jerry Lundegaard.
Carl Showalter:
Alright, Jerry, you got the phone to yourself?
Jerry Lundegaard:
Well, yeah.
Carl Showalter:
You know who this is?
Jerry Lundegaard:
Well, yeah, I got an idea. How's that Ciera working out for ya?
Carl Showalter:
Circumstances have changed, Jerry.
Jerry Lundegaard:
Well, what do ya mean?
Carl Showalter:
Thing have changed, circumstances, Jerry, beyond the... uh, acts of god.
Jerry Lundegaard:
How's Jean?
Carl Showalter:
[puzzled] Who's Jean?
Jerry Lundegaard:
My wife! What the-?
Carl Showalter:
Oh, she's alright, but there's a few people in Brainerd who aren't so okay, I'll tell you that.
Jerry Lundegaard:
What the heck are ya talking about? Let's just finish this deal up here.
Carl Showalter:
Blood has been shed, Jerry.
Jerry Lundegaard:
What the heck do ya mean?
Carl Showalter:
Three people, in Brainerd.
Jerry Lundegaard:
Oh, jeez.
Carl Showalter:
That's right, we need more money.
Jerry Lundegaard:
What the heck are ya talking about? What do you fellas have yourself mixed up in?
Carl Showalter:
We need more money...
Jerry Lundegaard:
[interrupting] This was supposed to be a no rough stuff type deal!
Carl Showalter:
[angry] DON'T EVER INTERRUPT ME, JERRY, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Jerry Lundegaard:
Well, I'm sorry, but I just- I don't...
Carl Showalter:
I'm not gonna debate you, Jerry! I'm not gonna debate! We now want the entire 80,000!
Jerry Lundegaard:
Oh, for chris'sake here!
Donny:
Shit, I never knew nobody who killed somebody.
Alice 'Ali' Willis:
Me neither.
Heather:
Just my grandpa. I never knew him. Yeah. My grandpa was a bad drunk. Really bad. He'd rape anyone dumb enough to walk by his room and one night... he got... um, really pissed at my grandma and he took a claw hammer to her face. And, uh, after that, he just... he locked himself up with her in his room for two whole days and he kept drinking and having sex with her after she was dead. My mom was in the house the whole time.
Donny:
Fuck.
Heather:
She was only 15.
Alice 'Ali' Willis:
Holy shit.
Heather:
You know, it really messed with her head. After that, she only hung out with guys who beat the hell out of her. And when I was little, she'd get drunk and she'd drag me and my brother out of bed at, like, four in the morning and she had all the news clippings about my grandpa and the trial transcriptions and she'd read them over and over again. And I knew every word before kindergarten. I think that's how I learned to read.
Catherine:
It was confessional, yet dishonest. Jane pretends to be horrified by the sexuality that she in fact fetishizes. She subsumes herself to the myth of black male potency, but then doesn't follow through. She thinks she 'respects Afro-Americans,' she thinks they're 'cool,' 'exotic,' what a notch he 'd make in her belt, but, of course, it all comes down to mandingo cliché, and he calls her on it. In classic racist tradition she demonizes, then runs for cover. But then, how could she behave otherwise? She's just a spoiled suburban white girl with a Benneton rainbow complex. It's just my opinion, and what do I know... but I think it's a callow piece of writing.
[Freck turns on the radio]
Freck Suicide Narrator:
Charles Freck, becoming progressively more and more depressed by what was happening around him, decided, finally, to off himself. There was no problem in the circles where he hung out in putting an end to yourself. You just bought a large quantity of downers and took them with some cheap wine. The planning part had to do with the artifacts he wanted found on him by later archeologists. He had spent several days deciding, much longer than he had spent deciding to kill himself. He would be found lying on his back, on his bed, with a copy of Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead and an unfinished letter to Exxon, protesting the cancellation of his gas credit card. That way, he would indite the system, and achieve something by his death, over and above what the death itself achieved. At the last moment, he changed his mind on a decisive issue and decided to drink the pills with a connoisseur wine, instead of Ripple or Thunderbird. So he set off on one last drive, over to Tiny's Liquors, which specialized in fine wines, and bought a bottle of 2001 Azalea Springs Merlot, which set him back almost seventy dollars. Back home again, he uncorked the wine, let it breathe, drank a few glasses of it, tried to think of something meaningful but could not, and then, with a glass of Merlot, gulped down all the pills at once. However, he had been burned. Instead of quietly suffocating, Charles Freck began to hallucinate. The next thing he knew, a creature from between dimensions was standing beside his bed, looking down at him disapprovingly.
Freck:
You gonna read me my sins? [Creature nods]
Freck:
Eh, it's gonna take a hundred thousand hours.
Creature:
Your sins will be read to you ceaselessly, in shifts, throughout eternity. The list will never end.
Creature:
[starts reading] "The Sins of Freck"
Freck Suicide Narrator:
Charles Freck wished he could take back the last half hour of his life.
Creature:
[Creature continues to read] "... theft of fingernail clippers...” "... you did knowingly and with malice...” "... punched your baby sister, Evelyn...” "... December, theft of Christmas presents...” "... one billion lies...”
Freck Suicide Narrator:
One thousand years later, they had reached the sixth grade, the year he had discovered masturbation.
Creature:
[Creature continues to read] "... November fourteenth, Percodan... Vicodin... Cocaine...”
Freck Suicide Narrator:
Charles Freck thought, "At least I got a good wine."
