Betty Quotes in Resident Evil: Extinction (2007)
Betty: [nursing L.J.'s wounds] You like playing rough, huh?
L.J.: Oh, I've had worse.
Betty: I'm sure.
L.J.: But you've always been gentle with me, Betty.
Carlos Olivera: Oh, God. I'm leaving.
Betty: Hmmm... memento.
J.J. McClure: What line did you say you were from?
Betty: The Order of Imaculate Chastity.
Victor: The Order of Imaculate Chastity? I read the bible all the time. In fact, I once read the bible that was printed on the head of a pin. That was hard. But, I've never heard of the Order of Imaculate...
Veronica: You have to read the New Testament. In fact, it's not even the New Testament. It's the New... uh...
Betty: New Wave.
Betty: When little Dan was two minutes old I tattooed it on his head.
Yellowbeard: Does he know about this?
Betty: Oh, no no no, that's why I kept him in the cupboard for three years. That may be why he's a bit odd with all these books, and reading, and stuff like that.
Betty: That's Yellowbeard.
Yellowbeard: I'm in disguise, you stupid tart!
Yellowbeard: Where's the map?
Betty: What map?
Yellowbeard: If you say you don't know where it is, I'll nail your tits to the table!
Betty: [Recreating the path to where the treasure is burried] Stagger, stagger, crawl, crawl, jump...
Betty: It's been twenty years since we had a little cuddle, and what do you do? Come in and give me a kiss? No, you rush in and hack a hole in the wall.
Betty: Well, it's been awhile since we had a little cuddle.
Yellowbeard: I raped ya, if that's what you mean.
Betty: Okay. It was half-cuddle, half-rape.
Yellowbeard: I'm sure I killed the last one I raped, it can't have been you.
Betty: Well, the afterplay was a bit on the rough side, but not fatal dear.
Betty: I think it was the shark what jogged my memory.
Betty: If there's one thing I've learned, it's learning things never taught me nuthin'. And books is the worst.
Yellowbeard: Who're you talkin' about?
Betty: The fruit of your loins, sugar drawers.
Yellowbeard: Are you mad, woman? I haven't got fruit in my loins! Lice, yes, and proud of 'em!
Betty: It's about your father.
Dan: What about him?
Betty: When I said he was dead, I was only trying to cushion the blow.
Dan: A pirate? Like Yellowbeard?
Betty: Very much like Yellowbeard, yes. In fact, he is Yellowbeard.
Betty: When little Dan came along...
Yellowbeard: Who's Dan?
Betty: [indignantly] My and probably your son!
Betty: You're all going after the treasure!
Dan, Lord Lambourn, Yellowbeard, Dr. Gilpin: No!
Lord Lambourn: Uh, botanical...
Yellowbeard: Killing plants!
Commander Clement: [about pile of dead bodies] What happened?
Commander Clement: Plague?
Betty: All sudden like! Lucky I was out.
Commander Clement: That man's got a sword in him!
Betty: He fell on it.
Betty: I'm talking about the fruit of your loins.
Yellowbeard: Fruit of me loins? I haven't got fruit in me loins! Lice, yes, and proud of 'em, but no fruit!
[Betty throws a book Dan had been reading on the floor]
Betty: Read, read, read, read! Let me tell you something - last time I read a book, I was raped. Let THAT be a lesson to you.
Betty: I dated a criminal once.
Teri Halloran: Only once?
Betty: He owned a used car lot. They busted him for turning back the odometers.
Teri Halloran: How could you trust someone like that?
Betty: I figured I did the same thing when I told him I was 21.
Religious Freak: Tell me about the centerfold you're doing.
Betty: The centerfold? Well, it's really not for positive sure yet. Well, we still have to...
Religious Freak: [interrupting her] Why are you doing it? For the money?
Betty: Well, like I said, I don't even know if I...
Religious Freak: [interrupting her again] For the publicity?
Betty: Well, sure, I guess you could say that I...
Religious Freak: [interrupting her yet again] You're not doing it for the publicity. I know why you're doing it.
Betty: Why am I doing it then?
Religious Freak: For the devil.
Betty: The devil?
Religious Freak: Yeah. Look around this place. It's the devil's den.
Betty: [chuckles] Are you joking?
Religious Freak: [seriously] No Betty, the devil's no joke.
Betty: You looked in the mirror lately? How old are you - THIRTY? Are your breasts getting smaller?
Inga: Have you seen the size of her breasts?
Betty: Ugh, how can you miss 'em?
Betty: Quit being taller than me!
Helena: [addressing women in the corral] Everyone up! A few of you leave tomorrow morning. Do everything you can to please the buyers and you'll lead a life of luxury - jewels - and we all like jewels. And you never can tell, girls, you could meet the man of your life. He'll take care of you. Not bad, eh?
Betty: You can count me out. We're not merchandise to be bought and sold. You got most of us here with the promise of work. Nobody mentioned being locked up in this filthy hole.
Helena: Shut up, girl. You don't like it? Well, too bad. Follow orders or you get some of this.
Betty: You look at me. I'd walk thru hell on a Sunday for you, baby.
Betty: I love the sound of death!
Mary: You look bemused.
Betty: No worse bemused than I deserve, Mrs. MacGregor. For I have a bastard's bastard in me. And no home for him when he comes out.
Betty: What are those funny things sticking out of your head?
Rigna: Those are our antennae.
Betty: Are you a television set?
Betty: Sounds screwy to me. I can't imagine a real artist wanting to spend time looking at that kisser.
Clayton Boone: Oh, yeah? Well, this kisser wasn't so bad that you couldn't lay under it a couple of times.
Betty: I bet he's some fruit just pretending to be famous so that he can get in the big guy's pants.
Clayton Boone: What makes you say that?
Betty: Just thinking out loud.
Clayton Boone: Well, why don't you just keep your dirty thoughts to yourself?
Betty: Alright then, he's interested in you for your conversation. We all know what a great talker you are.
Clayton Boone: Fuck you.
Betty: Not anymore you don't.
Betty: So how was your winter? Because our year was a challenge. My niece was raped in October.
Pam: Oh, my God!
Betty: I know. Not even food courts are safe.
Betty: Oh, Steph, don't you look cute.
[smacking her bottom]
Betty: That's exactly the kind of suit that got me pregnant the first time.
Steph: That's what I'm hoping for.
Betty: So, do you think you will? Pam?
Pam: Do I think I will what?
Betty: Talk to the Keegans.
Pam: Oh, I don't know. I don't even know them.
Betty: Do if you want to, but just know that I'm mad at them. I don't even want to get into why.
[turns to go, but immediately changes mind]
Betty: They called me a See-You-Next-Tuesday. To my face.
Betty: Oh, and Bob, that's my ex-husband. Finally came out of the closet. Not a shock. Let's just say that, in bed, his favorite view was the back of my head.
Betty: Duncan, I thought you and Peter should hang out this summer. Lord knows he brought enough of those Star Wars dolls.
Peter: They're action figures! And they're classics!
Betty: [exasperatedly] Please.
Peter: They lose value if I take them out of the box. But we can still have awesome battles with them.
Betty: [to Duncan] He needs human contact. He's having far too many conversations with those dolls.
Bill: Did Perry interview for the police force yet?
Betty: Yes, but they said he couldn't join because he was too tall.
Betty: Tonight's lecture: How many brain cells did I kill last night?
Betty: Tonight's lecture: Are you a blackout drunk, or don't you remember?
Betty: Tonight's lecture: I've walked all 12 steps; Can I go home now?
Betty: Tonight's lecture: "What's wrong with celebrating sobriety by getting drunk?"
Betty: [announcing over PA system] Tonight's lecture: "What's wrong with celebrating sobriety by getting drunk?"
[Final scene: The timer dings and Betty is, at long last, ready to kill and prepare Timmy]
Betty: My goodness, you really did keep the best one for last, didn't you?
Timmy: No, no. I've saved the really, really best story for now.
Betty: Well, you should've told me the really, really best story before, 'cause now it's too late.
[Betty rolls the preparation cart towards Timmy's cell]
Timmy: But it's the really best one of all because there's a happy ending, a really happy ending.
[Timmy drops the book]
Betty: No other stories in that book have a happy ending.
Timmy: But you gotta hear this story. It's about this kid, and his name is Timmy.
Betty: That's nice, dear.
Timmy: And you see, Timmy's older brother, he had this stupid paper route. And one day, Timmy's older brother got sick. Timmy had to go on collecting, and Timmy went to this one house. And this lady who answered the door, she said, "Come on in," so when he went inside, she tricked him and threw him into a pantry. She made him eat cookies all day long, 'cause she wanted him to get fat, 'cause she was gonna kill him, and cook him, and eat him!
Betty: This is YOUR story, and you can stop telling it now because we both know how it comes out.
Timmy: But you don't, 'cause something really weird happens.
Betty: Oh, really?
Timmy: [pulling out a handful of marbles from his pocket] Uh, you see, Timmy had these marbles in his pocket. They were shiny and slippery, and when he threw them on the floor...
Timmy: [tossing the marbles on the floor] ... she didn't see where they went and she slipped.
[Betty slips on the marbles and falls backside on the skewers, stabbing herself in the back; Betty screams in pain as she drops the keys whilst on the rolling prep table , rolling toward the oven]
Timmy: Timmy saw his chance to escape...
[Betty, with the skewers in her back, arises from the table in pain]
Timmy: ...if he could just reach the keys!
[Timmy grabs the keys, frees himself, then shoves Betty onto the huge pan and sends her into her own oven to roast alive]
Betty: [screaming] Aaaaahhh! AAAAAHHH!
[Timmy helps himself to a Shoprite Chips-A-Lot cookie]
Timmy: [breaks the fourth wall] Don't you just love happy endings?
Betty: I NEVER could do long division. Let's see, how many times does twelve go into seventy-five.
Timmy: Oh, six times, three left over. Why?
Betty: Well, at twelve minutes a pound, that means you have to be in the oven by no later than 1:30. Oh, but evisceration takes at least an hour.
Gord Brody: Hi. How are you?
Betty: I'd be a lot better if you'd smack my legs with this bamboo.
Jim: You want Daddy to give you a spanking in front of his retard slut whore?
Betty: I'M NOT RETARDED!
Jim: Wait a minute... You're crippled.
Gord Brody: Dad...
Gord Brody: Dad...
Betty: You got a problem with my legs?
Jim: No, you got a problem with your legs. It's ether that, or you're just lazy.
Betty: But Gord, I don't care about jewels, I just want to suck your cock.
Betty: We never get to do our laundry together.
Ava: Hi... what was all the yelling about?
Bradley: Just your mother's normal kvetching.
Betty: Ohhhh... would you stop talking like that! This isn't a production of Fiddler on the Roof!
Bradley: Would you just relax and stop acting like some kind of meshuggeneh in front of our daughters!
Betty: What does that even mean? Jesus!
Ava: Okay, can we just take this into my office... please? Right into my office... thank you... come on.
Ava: Okay... okay Betty, we're making some, some progress. I want you both to close your eyes... take a deep breath, and let's try and reconnect... with some of those feelings you had when you first decided to get married.
Betty: Ava, this Berkeley bullshit isn't going to work on me.
Betty: I'm sorry darling... but I'm not going to take marital advice from my twenty-eight year old newlywed daughter!
Ava: I'm a professional!
Betty: And you're a hopeless romantic. You've been watching Gone With the Wind every Thanksgiving for the last twenty-five years.
Ava: It's a very long weekend!
Bradley: Yeh... and I would give it up honey, Rhett Butler's never going to stick around.
[Betty is cutting flowers from the garden]
Reginald Anson: They're pretty.
Betty: Mmm, yes. Not as pretty as me... YOU'RE supposed to say that.
[the resurvey could not be completed by nightfall]
Reginald Anson: Well, i-i-it will be measured again! I mean, uh, perhaps we'll even come back through here on our return, and...
Betty: You won't be back. This isn't a place that people like you come back to.
Reginald Anson: Well, I'll try, I'll, I'll really try...
Betty: I'll try! Is that the best you can do?
Betty: There's nothing very special about me. I'm the kind of girl you usually don't notice: I scuttle in with a tray of tea, bow my head, and scuttle out.
Reginald Anson: I'd notice.
Betty: No, you wouldn't. Not usually.
Reginald Anson: Um, I'm not sure that I can rely on Mr. Garrad. But, um, the thing is, I-I will need an assistant. I, uh - you wouldn't, um?
Reginald Anson: Well, why not?
Betty: Well... I've never been to Abyssinia!
Reginald Anson: Heh.
Betty: Or Aden, or Sevastopol. And I can't speak with a posh accent for long.
Reginald Anson: Well, I-I-I-I think we can get over that.
Betty: I'm just a maidservant!
Reginald Anson: Well, I-I don't think the word just could apply to you about anything.
Betty: Was that a compliment?
Reginald Anson: Yes. Yes. Now, n-now I'm going to blush, so, um, would you help me... please?
Betty: Since you said please. And you're blushing!
Reginald Anson: Ohh.
Betty: Yes, I will.
Reginald Anson: Good. Then, um, prepare the engineer's transit.
Reginald Anson: I'll show you.
Betty: All this for just a map?
Morgan the Goat: Just a map!
[putting his hands around her waist]
Morgan the Goat: Maps, my dear, are the undergarments of a country! They give shape...
[moves his hands up to her breasts]
Morgan the Goat: ... to continents.
[Betty raises her fist, and Morgan runs out of the room]
Dennis: Thanks Betty, you always know just what to say.
Betty: [not having spoken] It's a gift.
[about to perform a medical procedure on a gunshot victim]
Betty: No, I have to do this or he'll die. It's OK, I've seen it done once.
Betty: [gesturing at Wesley's meat sandwich] You sure you don't want a salad?
Wesley: You sure you want a tip when I'm done?
Betty: [sarcastic] Nothing like watching the tenpins fall.
Del: Hey, that's a skill. They're trying to get that in the Olympic games.
Art: Hello. I'm Art.
Betty: And I'm Betty.
Art: And I'm Art.
Ben: Which one's Betty again?
Betty: That's me. I'm Betty.
Betty: All these people follow me home. I had this one, this one little midget. He was on 42nd Street...
Jackie: He was on forty Seconals?
[Confessing to his wife that he's a hitman]
Jack: So you see, I'm not out there committing adultery. I'm out there committing murder.
Betty: Oh, thank God!
Betty: Mr. Quinelle!
Donald Quinelle: Morning, Betty!
Betty: Mr. Stoddard would like you to step into the board room.
Donald Quinelle: He wants to see me?
Betty: You can go right in.
Betty: One life is enough for anyone. But there are so many lives within that life.
Betty: There was a time in my life when it was just a joy to wake up every morning and run to the mirror.
Betty: Stanley, is Oliver telling the truth?
Oliver: Go ahead and tell her.
[He mimes smoking a cigarette]
Betty: Is he?
Stan: [cries] No, we didn't go to Honolulu, we went to the convention...
[cries overtake his dialog... Oliver stares at the camera]
Betty: Stanley wouldn't dare lie to me. I hate to think what would happen if he ever did.
Lottie: [Sarcastically] So Stanley wouldn't *dare* lie to *you*...
Betty: Well, he never has before.
Ray Clouds on Fire: A representative from our organization will be staying at the Sky Mountain Resort, so that we may review your standards of service and publish a rating for your property in the new edition of the Worthington Travel Guide, which is published every two years.
Betty: But that's like no warning.
Phil: Great, you know, another cold winter morning. Hide the women and children, they're on their way!
Betty: I am in love, Susan. Look at him. He rocks my world like no other.
Susan Frost: Well that's because there's been no other body.
Betty: [Referring to Stevens] How's the tough guy? Is he behaving?
Mike: He's talking business. He wants to make a deal. He thinks his life is worth money.
Betty: [Contemptuously] How much did he offer... two bucks?
Betty: Mulholland Drive?
Rita: That's where I was going!
Betty: That's a wig you wear, isn't it?
Betty: Yeah, I told her it was you but that you were wearin' a wig because on the TV you're mostly all, uh -
[pats him on the head]
Betty: bald up there!
Bobby: [laughs] Your, your little friend's real, real sharp. Uh, I don't, uh, I don't wear the wig on TV because if you're gonna be out there in front of two and a half million people, you've got to be sincere. I mean, I like to wear it when I'm in bowling alleys and slipping around, stuff like that. I think it gives me a little class. What do you think?
Betty: When I was four, just four years old, I went to my mother and I said, "What's this hole in my chin?" - I saw this dimple in my chin in the mirror, and didn't know what it was. And my mother said - get what my mother says - she says, "When you're born, you go on a assembly line past God, and if He likes you, He says,
[grabs her cheeks with both her hands]
Betty: "You cute little thing!" and you get dimples there. And if He doesn't like you, He goes,
[presses one finger on her chin]
Betty: "Go away." So about six months later, my mother found me saying my prayers, and I was going,
[holds one hand over her chin]
Betty: "Now I lay me down to sleep..." My mother says, "What are you covering up your chin for?" And I said, "Because if I cover up the hole, maybe He'll listen to me."
Zorg: [Betty is sitting on top of the car hood] What's up?
Betty: I'm warming my ass.
Betty: I hear the voices in my head.
Betty: Now will you strangle me and rape me?
Betty: Better rape me first?
Bert: Come on, what you frightened at, kiss won't hurt you.
Betty: What do you think I am, I don't even know you.
Bert: Well give us a kiss and then you will.
Betty: No, get off! You men are all the same.
Bert: I'm different.
Betty: You don't look like that to me.
Bert: Well I am, I think you're a little cracker.
Doreen's Mother: Since when's he been your young man?
Doreen: Not long.
Doreen's Mother: He looks a bit rough if you ask me.
Betty: Oh he's all right.
Doreen: Well you don't know him yet, do you?
Doreen's Mother: Not like you know him I don't suppose.
Doreen: Well, anyway, I like him.
Betty: You know what Proust said?
Michael: That rich folks have more fun?
Betty: He said that in a relationship...
Michael: Proust did never say relationship.
Betty: I'm translating. In a relationship there's always one who kisses and one who is kissed.
Michael: You ever had an affair?
Betty: Michael! Have you?
Michael: No yet.
Betty: Gay men in this town have become very proper.
Michael: Yes, terribly Victorian.
[describing her experimental night in college sleeping with two gay men]
Betty: It wasn't like they took turns. It was all at once. Every which way. Rather like a marvelous pretzel.
Michael: Ooh. Pretzelingus.
Michael: [answering phone] Robert?
Betty: Michael, I caught you in.
Michael: Oh, hi.
Betty: Listen, Dearheart, you left your umbrella here last night.
Michael: Oh, sorry. I'll stop by and pick it up next time I'm in the neighborhood.
Betty: I don't suppose you know about silly Cecil running off.
Michael: [listening] God, that's awful. Listen, you can cry on my shoulder any time.
Betty: Heavens! I was thinking more in terms of going out and having a good time. Have you heard of this club called Area?
Betty: Fish are his life.
Joe: Fish been very, very good to me.
Betty: I want to go places.
Joe: You want to go places? Get up at 5:00AM, I'll take you to Fulton's Fish Market.
Betty: Hello, Mr. B.
Stuart Bailey: You're a sight for sore eyes.
Betty: [Notices Bailey has been beaten up] You're a sight period!
Driver: I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything.
Betty: A man who lacks emotions is sorry.
Driver: I don't lack emotion. I just process it differently.
Betty: Must everything about you be different? I like normal.
Driver: I would change if I could, but I can't. I just can't.
Betty: [on a note] Left for good. Took the corpse.
Betty: I am nothing like my mother. Nothing like her!
Betty: I know about this house - it's haunted. I read about it in the Sunday Magazine section.
Jerry: You did *what*?
Jerry: [slight pause] Well, somebody read it to me... but I know it's haunted.
Betty: So, Eddie's getting your goat. Passing you up, eh?
Betty: Come along, you're keeping my husband waiting. It wouldn't matter but he's got the gin.
Betty: [collecting her boss's work] Is this all you have?
Charles: That's a profound question!
Charles: That's all I have.
Betty: I've been busy.
Skippy: Oh sure, with that copper! You know, I think you're falling for him.
Betty: He's not such a bad guy.
Skippy: Oh sure, copper-lover! Falling for the law. The fox, falling in love with the hounds. I'm ashamed of you. I tell you, that guys no good.
Betty: Now, wait a minute. His racket's on the other side of the fence but he's playing it on the up-and-up. He's 100% copper just the same as you're 100% thief. And you know yourself, 100% puts you at the head of the class.
Betty: But I still can't figure out why you want a stocking for a good-luck piece.
'Screwy' Edwards: Honey, when I get way up in the air, can I help it if I want a leg around my neck?
Philip: You want to know everything? Well, believe me you don't. This was an enforcement killing. I mean they were making a statement.
Betty: What statement?
Philip: Are you the girl with the, uh, C scale out of tune?
[Betty is on the phone with Mike]
Mike: So you don't feel like coming up and swimming with me?
Betty: How about tomorrow night?
Mike: You know I can't plan that far in advance.
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