Bernard:
[after Shame lies about him and Wayman] He's lying! Don't believe him, Bernard. Don't believe him.
Shame:
Oh, you didn't say that last night when we was in bed together, girl!
Bernard:
You *slept* with him? You *slut*! [slaps Wayman senseless]
Wayman:
Bernard?
Shame:
Save your tears, honey, you never had a chance! Coffee's good with cream but better when it's black!
Bernard:
Don't you ever, *ever* call me again. And you "Mr. Coffee", if you like some steamed milk with your double espresso, I'm your man!
Wayman:
Bernard, I'm sorry! I promise I'll call you.
Bernard:
[simultaneously] Don't sorry me, Wayman!
Will Turner:
Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!
Barbossa:
Don't dare impugn me honor boy! I agreed she go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where. Though it does seem a shame to lose somethin' so fine, don't it, lads?
The Crew:
Aye.
Barbossa:
So I'll be havin' that dress back before ye go.
Jack Sparrow:
I always liked you.
Bo'sun:
Grr...
Elizabeth:
Goes with your black heart.
Barbossa:
Ooh, it's still warm.
The Crew:
Off you go!; Come on!; Get on with it!
Bo'sun:
Too long!
Jack Sparrow:
I really rather hope we were past all this.
Barbossa:
Jack... Jack! Did you not notice? That be the same island we made you the governor of on our last little trip.
Jack Sparrow:
I did notice.
Barbossa:
Perhaps, you'll conjure up another miraculous escape, but I doubt it. Off you go.
Jack Sparrow:
The last time you left me a pistol with one shot.
Barbossa:
By the powers, you're right. Where be Jack's pistol? Bring it forward.
Jack Sparrow:
Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols.
Barbossa:
It'll be one pistol as before, and you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady; and starve to death yourself.
Attalus:
[Raising a toast at Philip's wedding party] To Philip and Eurydice! And to their legitimate son! To Philip...
Alexander:
[Alexander throws a wine cup at him] And what am I? You son of a dog. Come then.
Philip:
[Attalus throws his cup at Alexander and soon a fight breaks out] Quiet. Shut up! Shut up all of you! This is my wedding, not some public brawl! Apologize, by Zeus, before you dishonor me.
Alexander:
You defend the man that calls my mother a whore and me a bastard? And I dishonor you?
Philip:
Bah! You listen like your mother. Attalus is family now, same as you.
Alexander:
Then choose your relatives more carefully. Don't expect me to sit here and watch you shame yourself.
Philip:
Shame?
Attalus:
You insult me!
Alexander:
I insult you? A man not fit to lick the ground my mother walks on? You dog, questioning your queen!
Philip:
Shame? I've nothing to be ashamed of, you arrogant brat! I'll marry the girl if I want, and I'll have as many sons as I want, and there's nothing you or your harpy mother can do about it!
Alexander:
Why, drunken man, must you think everything I do and say comes from my mother?
Philip:
Because I know her heart, by Hera! And I see her in your eyes. You covet this throne too much. Now! We all know that that she-wolf of a mother of yours wants me dead! Well, you can both dream boy.
Philip:
Come Philip, 'tis the wine talking. Leave the boy, it can wait till the morning.
Philip:
Now! I command you... apologize to your kinsman. [Alexander stands in silence looking at Attalus]
Philip:
Apologize!
Alexander:
He's no kinsman to me. Good night old man, and when my mother remarries, I'll invite you to her wedding. [Walks away]
Philip:
You bastard! You'll obey me. Come here. [Alexander looks at Philip and continues to walk away, Philip grabs his sword and prepares to attack Alexander, but falls to the ground in a drunken stupor]
Alexander:
This is the man who's going to take you from Greece to Persia? He can't even make it from one couch to the next.
Philip:
Get out of my palace! You're exiled, you bastard! Banished from the land, you're not welcome here! You're no son of mine!
William Cartwright:
[Approaching Andrea and Chris] Is something wrong with the site?
Andrea:
No, Mr. Cartwright. This gentleman was just leaving.
Chris:
[Shaking William's hand] Hey, Mr. Cartwright. Chris. Andrea's husband.
William Cartwright:
It's been a long time.
Chris:
Yeah.
Abby:
[Shaking Chris's hand] Oh, hi. I'm Abigail Dexter. Andrea, you never told me you were married.
Andrea:
[Smiles uncomfortably at Abby]
Abby:
So, I guess we'll be seeing you at the gala?
William Cartwright:
Um, gala?
Abby:
The opening of the Prestige building?
Chris:
Oh. Oh, well, she didn't tell me about that, so...
Abby:
[Eyeing Andrea suspiciously] Really? Shame on you, Andrea.
Cal McAffrey:
Mornin'...
Cameron Lynne:
So? Where are we, was he nobbing her or not?
Cal McAffrey:
Morning, Cam...
Cameron Lynne:
That's funny about you. Every time your friend runs for re-election or conducts a hearing, you drop his name to me until we give him some coverage... but he finally does something that actually might sell some newspapers, you render mute. Is he, he's in congress!
Cal McAffrey:
No, it does not... it's inconsistent.
Cameron Lynne:
Pfff, don't be an ass. What do you think? Those are the ideas for our facelift. I know, I know... it's crap! Our new owners have this odd idea that we ought to be turning a profit.
Cal McAffrey:
Yeah, well I hear our online site is doing great. I mean, not that I get to notice that sort of thing. I've been here what, uhh... fifteen years? I use a sixteen year old computer... she's been here fifteen minutes and she can launch a Russian satellite with the gear she's got.
Cameron Lynne:
Yeah, she told me you behaved like a pig.
Cal McAffrey:
That's too strong.
Cameron Lynne:
Well, pig-ish.
Cal McAffrey:
I showed her a little snout, uhuh.
Cameron Lynne:
Well, I happen to like miss Della Frye... and yes, I did send her down there to winkle something out of you. She's hungry, she's cheap and she churns up copy every hour.
Cal McAffrey:
Yeah, I now... I'm overfed, I'm too expensive and I take way too long.
Cameron Lynne:
Yes, you do.
Cal McAffrey:
I was Stephen Collins' room-mate in college... I don't live with him now.
Cameron Lynne:
Well, that's a shame isn't it.
Cal McAffrey:
Yeah... 'cause I could sell some newspapers.
Christine:
[Sarah is in the bath and not picking up the phone] Sarah, it's me, Christine. Pick up. Come on, Sarah. I already talked to Dad.
Sarah:
[sighs and answers the phone] Who else knows?
Christine:
No one.
Sarah:
Come on, Carol has to know.
Christine:
Why does Carol have to know? Couldn't I once know something before she does?
Sarah:
[realizing] She's there with you, isn't she?
Christine:
No.
Sarah:
Hello, Carol.
Carol:
[small beat] Hi, Sarah. I was telling Chris it's a shame I didn't know about this before because I would have called Uncle Chet. We could have doubled.
Sarah:
Oh, no. This story is going to be immortalized into family history, isn't it? Told and retold at Thanksgiving dinner, year after year...
Carol:
Oh, not just Thanksgiving. I think it's a good Christmas story to. [both Carol and Christine laugh]
Sarah:
Bye guys.
Christine:
[laughing] Wait. Tell the truth. One a scale of one to ten how would you rate Dad as a date? Hot, super hot? [Sarah hangs up]
Attalus:
To Philip and Eurydice and to their legitimate sons! To Philip... [Alexander throws a wine cup at him]
Hephaistion:
Alexander, don't...
Alexander:
And what am I? You son of a dog. Come then. [Attalus throws his cup at Alexander and soon a fight breaks out]
Philip:
Shut up! Shut up all of you! This is my wedding, not some public brawl! [Looks at Alexander]
Philip:
Apologize by Zeus, before you dishonor me.
Alexander:
You defend the man that called my mother a whore and me a bastard? And I dishonor you?
Philip:
Ah!You listen more like your mother. Attalus is my family now, the same as you.
Alexander:
Then choose your relatives more carefully. Don't expect me to sit here and watch you shame yourself.
Philip:
Shame?
Attalus:
You insult me!
Alexander:
I insult you? Am I not fit to lick the ground my mother walks on?
Philip:
Shame?
Alexander:
You dog, questioning your Queen.
Philip:
Shame? I have nothing to be ashamed of you arrogant brat. I'll marry the girl if I want, and I'll have as many sons as I want, and there's nothing that you or your harpy mother can do about it!
Alexander:
Why, drunken man, must you think everything I do and say comes from my mother?
Philip:
Because I know her heart, by Hera. And I see her in your eyes. You covet this throne too much. Now we all know that she-wolf for a mother of yours wants me dead. Well, you can both dream boy. [Grabs his genitalia in a mocking way]
Parmenion:
Come Philip, it is the wine talking. Leave the boy, it can wait till the morning.
Philip:
Now! I command you, apologize to your kinsman. [Alexander stands in silence looking at Attalus]
Philip:
Apologize.
Alexander:
His no kinsman to me. Good night old man, and when my mother remarries, I'll invite you to her wedding. [Walks away]
Philip:
You bastard! You'll obey me. Come here. [Alexander looks at Philip and continues to walk away, Philip grabs his sword and prepares to attack Alexander, but falls to the ground]
Alexander:
[Alexander sees Philip fall] And this is the man who's going to take you from Greece to Persia? He can't even make it from one couch to the next.
Philip:
Get out of my palace. Your exiled you bastard. Vanished from the land.You're not welcomed here. You're no son of mine
Glen Waddell:
[Glen, takes money out of envelope] Anney, what the hell is this?
Anney Boatwright:
Earl was just tryin' to help, Glen. Good Lord.
Glen Waddell:
How can you shame me like that? I'm a grown man, Anney. I don't need your brother to pay my damn way, [slams money on the table]
Glen Waddell:
you give that back to him tomorrow.
Anney Boatwright:
Glen, that's crazy. We need this money.
Glen Waddell:
You just do as I say and [rips cord from wall]
Glen Waddell:
sell the damn radio, while you're at it!
Glen Waddell:
The things I do ain't good enough for you. I put my hand in a honey jar, comes out piss! Nothing I do is right!
Anney Boatwright:
Glen, everybody has troubles now and then, honey. Just give it time, sweetie. Things are gonna work out.
Glen Waddell:
[Annoyingly] Shut up. You shut up, you don't give me that mama crap! You shut your mouth, you just shut up! Shut Up! [the girls looks in horror]
Glen Waddell:
I'm sorry Anney. Anney, you know I don't mean to yell at you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. [Grabs Bone's arm firmly, and she yelps in pain]
Glen Waddell:
You know how much I love your mama.
Anney Boatwright:
Oh, Jesus, Glen! You don't know your own strength!
Glen Waddell:
I guess, I don't. But Bone knows I never mean to hurt her. Bone knows I love her. Hell Anney! I love all of you, you know that!
McManus:
What am I supposed to do with that? [McManus throws bag of heroin at Redfoot. Redfoot catches it]
Redfoot the Fence:
I don't know, feed it to the gimp. Ease his pain; I don't know what that is. [Redfoot throws bag at Verbal]
McManus:
What do you mean you don't know? [Keaton lays a hand on McManus]
Keaton:
Shut up.
Redfoot the Fence:
I don't know. I got thrown this job by some lawyer.
Keaton:
Yeah? Who?
Redfoot the Fence:
I don't know. Some limey. He's a middleman for someone, OK? He doesn't say, I don't ask.
McManus:
You're full of shit.
Redfoot the Fence:
Fuck you.
McManus:
Fuck you.
Keaton:
Listen to me. We want to meet him. OK?
Redfoot the Fence:
That's funny. He called me last night, he says he wants to meet you guys.
Keaton:
OK. We'll meet him. Good. Do that. No problem. Let's go. [Keaton turns around, ready to leave. McManus grabs him]
McManus:
I don't like it, Dean. I don't like it. Wait a minute. One more thing, tough guy. Any more surprises, and I'm gonna kill you.
Redfoot the Fence:
You're such a tough guy, McManus. Do me a favour, right. Get the fuck off my dick. [Redfoot flicks his cigarette butt at McManus and it lands on McManus's eye]
McManus:
Fuck! [McManus lunges at him in rage and has to be restrained by Keaton]
Redfoot the Fence:
Put a leash on that puppy. You know, it's an awful shame about Saul gettin' whacked. Cops'll be looking for the guys who did it. Sooner or later they're gonna come around asking me. You have a sweet night, ladies.
