Cameron Quotes in Scanners (1981)
Paul Ruth: How do you feel?
Cameron: I feel... crystal clear.
Darryl Revok: This was a test campaign used in 1947 to market a new product. The product was a drug, a tranquilizer called 'Ephemerol'. It was aimed at pregnant women. If it had worked it would have been marketed all over North America. But the campaign failed and the drug failed, because it had a side effect on the unborn children. An invisible side effect.
Cameron: It created Scanners.
Cameron: What should I congratulate you for? The fucking scene or for fucking the director?
Nina: [miffed] For fucking the director, honey. Didn't you know that's how little girls get into the movies?
Sam: Was she supposed to be a virgin?
Cameron: [softly, after a reflective pause] Yeah.
Sam: I had a virgin once. I had to fly to Guatemala for her. She was blind in one eye and had a stuffed alligator that said "Welcome to Miami Beach."
[after Nina falls into the ocean, Cameron carries her in his arms back to shore]
Cameron: This is just like in the movies!
Nina: I *am* the movies.
Eli Cross: How tall is King Kong?
Cameron: [shouting] Three foot six and that's what you're gonna be if you don't pay my thousand dollars!
Man watching second unit stunt shot: [after corpse-strewn scene turns out to be faked] Great, but why do they always use so much blood? Ruins the realism, don't you think?
Cameron: [after completing stunt] That was the hardest thousand dollars I ever earned.
Eli Cross: [Later... Starts to turn away, then turns back] Thousand dollars? What thousand dollars?
Cameron: [curt] The stunt.
Eli Cross: The stunt pays six-fifty.
Cameron: [angrily] No. Chuck said the stunt paid a thousand dollars.
Eli Cross: [dismissing him] Chuck could have promised you the Nobel Prize. The stunt pays six-fifty.
Cameron: [shouting] The stunt pays a thousand dollars. Chuck told me. You insulted me again.
Cameron: [after Eli urges him to read how to get out of a sunken car, and avoid Burt's fate of presumed drowning] Did Burt read this book?
Eli Cross: Offhand, I'd say no.
Cameron: If you want to get home for Thanksgiving, you better figure the guy coming at you is trying to kill you. Learned that from the gooks.
Eli Cross: Gooks? That has a nostalgic ring. You really did call them gooks? I thought that was just Time Magazine.
Cameron: Why are you trying to save my ass?
Eli Cross: Because you're almost as crazy as the young man I'm making this film about. Besides, I've fallen madly in love with the dark side of your nature.
Cameron: I knew daredevils, and I ain't got nothin' against them, it's just they're all dead.
Cop #1: [as Cameron plays a pinball machine] You're gonna win.
Cameron: Win what?
Cop #1: A free game.
Cameron: [bitterly] Just what I need, one more chance to lose.
Cameron: [after demonstrating a leap for Chuck] My specialty's the broad jump.
Chuck Barton: [angrily] And Burt's specialty was drowning!
Eli Cross: Well, talking of jail, would you be very upset if I asked just how many policemen are after you?
Cameron: Me? I don't know what you are talking about.
Eli Cross: The way you ran from the bridge, and the look on your face, and your charm bracelet. That's what I'm talking about. I suppose care to tell me what it is that you did?
Eli Cross: I have versions of all sorts. Care to go back and see one? In one version you fly the helicopter and I'm driving the Dusenberg. It's a dilly.
Cameron: What about the version where I drive off the bridge and drown in the water?
Eli Cross: What is this? Why would I want to harm you?
Cameron: Ferris Bueller, you're my hero.
Ed Rooney: Ed Rooney.
Cameron: [disguising voice as George Peterson] Ed. This is George Peterson.
Ed Rooney: How are you today, sir?
Cameron: [voice disguised] Well, we've had a bit of bad luck this morning as you may have heard.
Ed Rooney: Yeah I heard, and man, I'm all broken up, boy, what a blow.
Cameron: [disguised] Yeah. Yeah. Well, uh, it's been a tough morning and we got a lot of family business to take care of, so if you wouldn't mind excusing Sloane, I'd appreciate it.
Ed Rooney: Uh, yeah, sure, no I'd be happy to, yeah you, uh, you you just produce a corpse, and uh, I'll release Sloane. I wanna see this dead grandmother first hand.
Ed Rooney: It's alright, Grace, it's Ferris Bueller the little twerp. I'm gonna set a trap and let him fall right in it.
Cameron: [disguised] I'm sorry, Ed, did you say you wanted to see a body?
Ed Rooney: Yeah, that's right, just, uh, roll her old bones on over here, and I'll dig up your daughter. You know that's school policy.
Cameron: [disguised] Oh.
Ed Rooney: Was this your mother?
Cameron: [disguised] Uh, no my wife's mother.
Grace: [picks up ringing phone] Ed Rooney's office.
Ferris: Hi this is Ferris Bueller, can I speak to Mr. Rooney please? Thank you.
Grace: [caught off-guard] Uh... hold.
Ed Rooney: Tell ya what, dipshit. If you don't like my policies you can come on down here and smooch my big ole' white butt.
Ed Rooney: Pucker up butter-cup.
Ed Rooney: What?
Grace: Ferris Bueller's on line 2.
Ferris: Where's your brain?
Cameron: Why'd you kick me?
Ferris: Where's your brain?
Cameron: Why'd you kick me?
Ferris: Where's your brain?
Cameron: I asked you first.
Ferris: How can we pick up Sloane if Rooney is there with her?
Cameron: I said for her to be there alone and you freaked.
Ferris: Now, I didn't hit you. I lightly slapped you.
Cameron: You hit me. Look don't make me participate in your stupid crap if you don't like the way I do it. You make me get out of bed, you make me come over here. You make me make a phony phone call to Edward Rooney? The man could squash my nuts into oblivion. And-and-and then, and then, you deliberately hurt my feelings.
Cameron: [in disguised voice] Pardon my French, but you're an asshole! Asshole!
Cameron: The 1961 Ferrari 250GT California. Less than a hundred were made. My father spent three years restoring this car. It is his love, it is his passion.
Ferris: It is his fault he didn't lock the garage.
Cameron: [singing] When Cameron was in Egypt's land... let my Cameron go!"
[Cameron doesn't want to go out, but Ferris keeps calling]
Cameron: He'll keep calling me, he'll keep calling me until I come over. He'll make me feel guilty. This is uh... This is ridiculous, ok I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go. What - I'LL GO. Shit.
Cameron: I am not going to sit on my ass as the events that affect me unfold to determine the course of my life. I'm going to take a stand. I'm going to defend it. Right or wrong, I'm going to defend it.
Ferris: Look, it's real simple. Whatever mileage we put on, we'll take off.
Ferris: We'll drive home backwards.
Sloane: The city looks so peaceful from up here.
Ferris: Anything is peaceful from one thousand, three hundred and fifty-three feet.
Cameron: I think I see my dad.
[Ferris has snuck aboard a parade float]
Ferris: Ladies and gentlemen, you are such a wonderful crowd, we'd like to play a little tune for you. It's one of my personal favorites and I'd like to dedicate it to a young man who doesn't think he's seen anything good today - Cameron Frye, this one's for you.
Sloane: Ferris! Get off of the float!
Cameron: What'd I do?
Ferris: You killed the car.
Cameron: Okay Ferris, can we just let it go, please?
Sloane: Ferris, please. You've gone to far. We're going to get busted.
Ferris: A: You can never go too far. B: If I'm gonna get busted, it is *not* gonna be by a guy like *that*.
Garage Attendant: You fellas have nothing to worry about. I'm a professional.
Cameron: A professional what?
[the guys just notice the "additional miles" on the car]
Ferris: [to the audience] Here's where Cameron goes berserk.
[Cameron's screams can be heard all across Chicago]
Ferris: Four thousand restaurants in the downtown area, I pick the one my father goes to.
Cameron: We're pinched, for sure.
Ferris: Only the meek get pinched. The bold survive.
Sloane: What could happen to it? It's in a garage.
Cameron: It could get wrecked, stolen, scratched, breathed on wrong... a pigeon could shit on it! Who knows?
Sloane: What are we going to do?
Ferris: The question isn't "what are we going to do," the question is "what aren't we going to do?"
Cameron: Please don't say were not going to take the car home. Please don't say were not going to take the car home. Please don't say were not going to take the car home.
Ferris: [to the camera] If you had access to a car like this, would you take it back right away?
Ferris: Neither would I.
Ferris: If you're not over here in fifteen minutes, you can find a new best friend.
Cameron: You've been saying that since the fifth grade.
Cameron: Ferris, my father loves this car more than life itself.
Ferris: A man with priorities so far out of whack doesn't deserve such a fine automobile.
[Ferris caresses the car in admiration]
Cameron: No. No! Apparently, you don't understand!
Ferris: [ignoring Cameron] Wow.
Cameron: Ferris, he never drives it! He just rubs it with a diaper!
Cameron: Hey batta batta batta hey batta batta batta SWING batta!
Cameron: [Ferris slowly pulls the Ferrari out of the garage] No! Ferris, forget it! You're just gonna have to think of somethin' else. I'm puttin' my foot down.
[Ferris keeps driving]
Cameron: How bout we rent a nice Cadillac? My treat! We could call a limo! A nice stretch job with a TV and a bar! How 'bout that?
Ferris: [Ferris pulls the car back slightly] Come on! Live a little!
[Cameron crosses himself, walks to the car]
Ed Rooney: Ahem... Mr. Peterson?
Cameron: [clears throat] Uhum!
Ed Rooney: Uhhm... you know, I-I think I owe you an apology, sir.
Cameron: [disguised voice] Well I should say you do!
Ed Rooney: I, uh... I-I-I...
Cameron: [still disguised] Well, I think you should be sorry, for Christ's sake! A family member dies, and you insult me, what the hell's the matter with you, anyway?
Ed Rooney: Uh-uh-uh, well I, you...
Ed Rooney: ... I-I really don't know, sir, I mean, I didn't think I was talking to you, I thought I was talking to somebody else, you know sir, I would never deliberately insult you like that, I-I can't begin to tell you how embarrassed I am!
Cameron: Pardon my French... but you're an asshole!
Ed Rooney: [waves at Grace]
Ed Rooney: Uhh, you're absolutely right, sir, you've hit the nail right on the head!
Cameron: This isn't over yet Buster, do you read me?
Cameron: I don't know what I'm gonna do.
Cameron: Yeah, but to do what?
Sloane: What are you interested in?
Sloane: Me neither!
Cameron: [to Ferris, who's singing on the parade float] YOU'RE CRAZY!
Sloane: What do you think Ferris is gonna do?
Cameron: He's gonna be a fry cook at Venus!
Cameron: [Whispering to himself after hanging up from a phone call with Ferris] I'm dying.
[Phone rings, and Cameron answers]
Ferris: (over the phone) You're not dying, you just can't think of anything good to do.
Ferris: Don't worry about it, I don't even have a piece of shit. I have to envy yours.
Cameron: Oh, thanks.
[Ferris, Sloane and Cameron are in a taxicab. Ferris and Sloane are kissing]
Cameron: It's getting late, buddy. We better go get the car back home.
Ferris: We have a few hours. We have until 6:00.
Cameron: I'm sorry. I know you don't care, but it does mean my ass.
Ferris: You think I don't care?
Cameron: I KNOW you don't care.
Ferris: I'm so disappointed in Cameron! Twenty bucks says he's in his car right now debating on whether or not to go out.
Cameron: [Cameron's in his car] He'll keep calling me. He'll keep calling me until I come over. He'll make me feel guilty. This is uh... This is ridiculous, ok I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go. What - I'LL GO. Shit.
[Turns the engine on then turns it off and hits the passenger seat]
Cameron: God Damn it!
[Turns the car on and revs it up]
Cameron: Ahhhhhh! Shit!
[Gets out of the car]
Cameron: That's it!
[Paces behind the car and jumps up and down in frustration]
Ferris: I'm serious man, this is ridiculous making me wait around the house for you.
Cameron: Why can't you let me rot in peace?
Ferris: Cameron, this is my ninth sick day. If I get caught, I don't graduate. I'm not doing it for me, I'm doing it for you.
Cameron: Do you know what my diastolic is?
Ferris: Be a man, take some Pepto-Bismol, get dressed and come on over here, I'm tired of this stuff.
Cameron: Oh, shut up!
Ferris: [has a call on the other line] Hold your water for a second, I got another call.
Ferris: [Ferris is calling Cameron at home] Cameron, babe, what's happenin'?
Cameron: [Cameron lying in bed underneath covers] Very little.
Ferris: Cameron, what have you seen today?
Cameron: Nothing good.
Ferris: Nothing - wha - what do you mean nothing good? We've seen everything good. We've seen the whole city! We went to a museum, we saw priceless works of art! We ate pancreas!
[On the phone]
Ed Rooney: I'm very sorry, Mr. Peterson...
Cameron: [disguised voice] Call me sir! Goddamn it!
Cameron: [while kicking his father's car] Who do you love? Who do you love? You love a car!
Cameron: [fake answering machine message] You have reached the Coughlin Brothers Mortuary. We're deeply sorry we are not able to come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number, we will get back to you as soon as humanly possible.
Cameron: [Sitting in his car debating about going to Ferris'] He'll keep calling me, he'll keep calling me till I come over, he'll make me feel guilty, this uh, this is ridiculous okay I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go with, I'll go. Shit.
[starts car, stalls and punches car seat four times]
Cameron: God Dammit!
[Car stalls again and screams]
Cameron: Forget it, that's it.
Cameron: Just 'cause you're beautiful, that doesn't mean that you can treat people like they don't matter.
Cameron: She never wanted me. She wanted Joey the whole time.
Patrick: Cameron, do you like the girl?
Patrick: Yeah, and is she worth all this trouble?
Cameron: Well, I thought she was, but you know, I...
Patrick: Well, she is or she isn't. See first of all, Joey is not half the man you are. Secondly, don't let anyone ever make you feel like you don't deserve what you want. Go for it.
Cameron: We are screwed.
Michael: Hey, no, hey. I don't wanna hear that defeatist attitude... I wanna hear you upbeat!
Cameron: [more upbeat] We are screwed!
Michael: There ya go.
Cameron: Wow, is this what a bar looks like?
[reaches into a jar]
Michael: Don't touch anything! You may get hepatitis.
[they find Patrick drinking and smoking]
Patrick: So what have ya got for me?
Cameron: A little insight into a very complicated girl.
Michael: Excuse me, uh, just one question before we start. Should you be drinking alcohol when you don't have a liver?
Patrick: [confused] What?
Michael: Nothing. Nothing.
Cameron: Alright, uh, first thing, Kat hates smokers.
[slowly removes Patrick's cigarette]
Patrick: So, you're telling me I'm a... non-smoker.
Michael: Yes. Well, just for now.
Cameron: And, um, and here's another problem. Bianca said that Kat likes pretty guys.
Patrick: [looks confused and slowly rises] Are you telling me I'm not a pretty guy?
Michael: H-He's very pretty. He's a gorgeous guy.
Cameron: Yeah. I-I just wasn't sure. I didn't know.
Michael: [gives him two thumbs up] You're a gorgeous guy.
Cameron: [Patrick sits back down] Alright, uh, yeah, okay, here's this, uh... Likes: Thai food, feminist pros and angry girl music of the Indie Rock persuasion. Here's a list of the CDs that she has in her room.
Patrick: So, I'm supposed to buy her some noodles and a book and sit around listening to chicks who can't play their instruments, right?
Michael: Have you ever been to Club Skunk?
Cameron: Her favorite band's playing there tomorrow night.
Patrick: I can't be seen at Club Skunk. All right?
Cameron: But she'll be there, she's got tickets.
Michael: Hey listen, assail your ears for one night.
Cameron: She has a pair of black underwear, if that helps.
Michael: [laughing cooly] Couldn't hurt, right?
Michael: Alright. Uh, I talked to her; I got the scoop.
Cameron: What'd she say?
Michael: "Hates him with the fire of a thousand suns." That's a direct quote.
Patrick: Thanks Michael. That's very comforting of you.
Cameron: Well, you don't know. She could, uh, she could need a day to cool off.
[they all duck as a soccer ball flies past them]
Patrick: Maybe two.
Cameron: I learned French for you!
Cameron: And I'm BACK IN THE GAME!
[both speaking french]
Cameron: May I offer you a parsnip?
Bianca: No, you may not.
Cameron: Where is my uncle's pencil?
Bianca: I don't know. Maybe it is up your ass?
Michael: [about Bianca] What's there is a snotty little princess wearing a strategically planned sundress to make guys like us realize we can never touch her, and guys like, uh, Joey realize they want to. She, my friend, is what we will spend the rest of our lives not having, Put her in your "Spank Bank" and move on.
Cameron: No, no, no! You're wrong about her. I mean, you know, not about the spanking, but the rest, you're wrong!
Ms. Perky: Nine schools in ten years. My, my. Army brat?
Cameron: Yeah, my-my dad is, uh...
Ms. Perky: That's enough. I'm sure you won't find Padua any different than your old schools. Same little asswipe shit-for-brains everywhere.
Cameron: Excuse me? D-Did you just say... Am I in the right office?
Ms. Perky: Not any more you're not. I've got deviants to see and a novel to finish. Now scoot. Scoot!
Cameron: I burn, I pine, I perish.
[Lucentio's line from The Taming of the Shrew Act I Scene 1]
Michael: Of course you do. You know, she's beautiful and deep, I'm sure.
Patrick: I thought you wanted out.
Cameron: Yeah, well, I did, but, uh... that was until she kissed me.
Cameron: In the car.
Michael: These delusionals are your White Rastas. Uh, they're big Marley fans, they think they're black, semi-political, but mostly...
Cameron: Smoke a lot of weed?
Cameron: You embarrassed the girl. Sacrifice yourself on the altar of dignity and even the score.
[Patrick is refusing to help Cameron go out with Bianca]
Patrick: Joey can plough whatever he wants.
Cameron: [angrily] Hey! There will be no ploughing!
Patrick: What is it with this chick, she have beer flavored nipples?
Willy: Where are you going?
Cameron: I need some air!
Willy: It's an outdoor pool.
Cameron: Sex is a big deal, but it's also not a big deal. Don't get me wrong, it's a big deal. But it doesn't have to be such a big deal.
Brandy Klark: No. No, it doesn't.
Cameron: I guess what I mean is, sometimes sex is just sex.
Brandy Klark: Yeah, sometimes sex is just sex.
Cameron: Brandy, you gave me a handjob. Dosn't that mean anything to you?
Brandy Klark: No, it's a handjob.
Danny: [scene from Cameron's movie, "To Serve and Protect"] I love you, Billy.
Cameron: Wait! Do you love me as a friend or in another way?
Danny: Another way, Billy!
Cameron: You mean, as a brother?
Danny: No, another way.
Cameron: You mean, as a cousin?
Danny: No! Another way.
Cameron: [frowns] You mean, as a penpal?
Emily: I've seen all your movies.
Cameron: Both of them?
Cameron: Maybe I should thank someone else. Someone who's really been there, someone who taught me a lot, about poetry and Shakespeare, and just, y'know, stayin' awake, man. Someone who's just an overall great guy, a great teacher... to Howard Brackett from Greenleaf, Indiana! And he's gay. Y'know, I've been thinking a lot about this night, and I've decided to dedicate this whole night to a great, gay teacher. Mr. Brackett, WE WON!
Cameron: Eat something, I'm begging you! You look like a swizzle stick.
Cameron: Eat something. You look like a swizzle stick!
Sonja: You mean, food?
Cameron: This is where I grew up.
Sonja: I don't care.
Cameron: Sonja, we're here to help someone. For once, we're gonna think about something besides our careers and our hair.
Cameron: When Uncle Salman goes to sleep, let's burn down the house.
Cameron: I am going to kill you.
Xander: You got... you got a cowboy drunk.
Xander: And that is dangerous. You know why?
Xander: 'cause you gonna end up hogtied.
Cameron: Hey, uh, you know anything about gonorrhea? Balls are on fire.
Blaine: It's probably nothing. Just put a little Johnson & Johnson on your johnson.
Cameron: There's a fork in the microwave!
Cameron: This is stupid. Go cool off, get laid, do something, come back when you're ready to talk.
Derek Vinyard: Yeah, but it really doesn't matter if I do, does it? Because you got a whole crop already lined up, you fuckin' chicken hawk!
Cameron: Excuse me?
Derek Vinyard: You prey on people Cam. I lost three years of my life for your fuckin' phony cause, but I'm onto you now, you fuckin' snake.
Cameron: Hey, watch it Derek, be careful. Remember where you are. This isn't some fuckin' country club where you can waltz in and outta here!
Derek Vinyard: Shut up! Shut the fuck up! I came here for one reason, to tell you that I'm out. Out! And Danny's out, too. And if you come near my family again, I'm gonna fucking kill you.
Cameron: Well excuse me, but fuck you Derek. You can't come in here barking threats at me. Look, you can do whatever you want, but Danny's a good kid. He's not some whiny pussy like you. He needs my help and I'm gonna give it to him.
Derek Vinyard: If you come near Danny again, I will feed you your fucking heart, Cameron.
Cameron: I won't have to. He'll come to me. I'm more important to him now than you'll ever be.
Cameron: You made the fat kid a little nervous. He thinks the joint messed with your mind.
Derek Vinyard: It did.
Danny Vinyard: [referring to Dr. Sweeney] He's one of those proud to be nigger people, I hate those guys.
Cameron: Now wait a minute Danny, he's not proud. No, he's a manipulative, self-righteous Uncle Tom who's trying to make you feel guilty about writing about Adolf Hitler. Yeah, when some nigger or some spick writes about Martin Luther King or fucking Caesar commie Chavez, he gets a pat on the head. You can see the hypocrisy in that, can't you?
Cameron: [to Anthony] Look at me. You embarrass me. You embarrass yourself.
Anthony: Get the fuck outta the car!
Cameron: You get the fuck outta the car!
Anthony: Get outta the fucking car!
Cameron: It's my fucking car!
Anthony: It's my fucking gun!
[Cameron grabs Anthony's gun]
Cameron: Fuck, it's my gun now!
Anthony: Gimme my fucking gun!
Anthony: You wanna get killed, nigger?
Cameron: [punches him] Say that again, man. Call me nigger again.
Anthony: You stupid motherfucker.
Cameron: I mean, sooner or later, you gotta find out what it's really like to be black.
Christine: Oh, fuck you man! Like you'd know! The closest you ever came to being black, Cameron, was watching "The Cosby Show".
Cameron: Yeah, well, at least I wasn't watching it with the rest of the equestrian team.
Christine: [to Cameron] Fuck you, Cameron!
Christine: And you, keep your filthy fuckin' hands off me! Ow! You fucking pig!
Cameron: Christine, just stop taking.
Officer Ryan: [to Christine] That's quite a mouth you have.
Officer Ryan: Course, you know that.
Christine: Fuck you! That's what this is all about, isn't it? You thought you saw a white woman blowing a black man, and that just drove your little cracker ass crazy!
Cameron: Christine, shut your fuckin' mouth!
Officer Ryan: I'd listen to your husband, Ma'am. Put your legs open. Now, do you have any guns or knives or anything I might get stuck with?
Officer Ryan: Put your hands on top of your head, Ma'am.
Cameron: Now, you just do what he says.
Cameron: [after Christine's been molested] Who are you calling?
Christine: I'm gonna report their asses, sons of bitches.
Officer Hanson: I'm trying to help you.
Cameron: I didn't ask for your help, did I?
Cameron: What did you want me to do? Get us both shot?
Fred: [On a movie set] I think we need another take.
Cameron: That looked pretty terrific.
Fred: This is going to sound strange but is Jamal seeing a speech coach?
Cameron: What do you mean?
Fred: This is weird for a white guy to say this, but have you noticed he's been talking a lot less "black" lately?
Cameron: No, I haven't noticed that.
Fred: Really? Like in this scene, he's supposed to say "don't be talking about that", and he changed it to "don't talk to me about that".
Cameron: You think because of that the audience won't recognize him as a black man?
Fred: Is there a problem?
Cameron: Excuse me?
Fred: Is there a problem?
Cameron: No, we don't have a problem.
Fred: All I'm saying it's not his character. Eddie is supposed to be the smart one, not Jamal, right? You're the expert here but to me it rings false.
Cameron: You fucking want me? Here I am you pig fuck
Officer Hill: Face down on the ground spread your arms and legs
Cameron: No you face down on the ground spread your arms and legs
Officer Hill: Don't come any closer, down on your knees
Cameron: Fuck you what are you going to do? Pull the fucking trigger then
Officer Hill: On your knees now
Cameron: You get on your knees and suck my mother fucking dick while your down there
Officer Hill: Do I look like I'm fucking joking with you?
Cameron: You look like a fucking joke to me
Officer Hill: This man is making threatening gestures
Cameron: Threatening gestures? You want to see a threatening gesture? I got a threatening gesture for you
Officer Hanson: I know this man
Cameron: You don't fucking know me
Officer Hanson: You see what's happening here? Do you want to die here? Is that what you want? Because these guys are going to shoot you and the way your acting they'll be completely fucking justified
Cameron: Fuck you
Officer Hanson: Fuck me? I'm not the one whose fucked here you're the one who's fucked here because it's not going to be my head blown off and onto that man's patio
Cameron: What do you want from me?
Officer Hanson: Unless you think your wife is going to be better off with a husband who has a bloody stump for a head I want you to sit down on the curb and put your hands on your head and do nothing until I speak with these officers
Cameron: I'm not sitting on the curb and putting my hands on my head for nobody
Officer Hanson: Then stand where you are and keep your hands in plain sight can you do that?
Cameron: I can do that
Officer Hanson: I told this man to stand where he is and keep his hands in plain sight
Officer Hill: This man better be related to you by blood because this is fucking nuts
Officer Hanson: I need this favor you can check the guy's license his got no priors no warrants I need to let him go with a "warning"
Officer Hill: What kind of fucking "warning"?
Alex Law: Look over there! It's Cameron!
Juliet Miller: Who?
Alex Law: Cameron. You remember Cameron.
Juliet Miller: No, I don't.
Alex Law: What's he doing here?
Juliet Miller: That's not him.
Alex Law: It is. Cameron! Cameron! Come on over here! Come on!
Alex Law: Nothing. We thought you were someone else. Good luck. (Cameron leaves.) I love that guy, but why does he have to follow us around?
Alex Law: Are you comfortable Cameron?
Cameron: Yes, thanks.
Dr. Bailey: This nocturnal lifestyle, it's just not good for your health.
Cameron: I guess there is a reason why they call it the graveyard shift.
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