Cassie Quotes in Guns of the Magnificent Seven (1969)

Chris Adams: This is a rough go, huh, Cassie?

Cassie: Yeah. If I stay here any longer, I'll end up in jail.

Chris Adams: Wouldn't you rather blow one up?

Cassie: For money or for laughs?

Chris Adams: About as much as you'd make in a year - a hundred dollars. Not many laughs.

Slater: I'm a one-armed gunney.

Cassie: Could be worse... you could be a one-armed *black* gunney.

Cassie: You were married? What happened?

Slater: She found a whole man.

Cassie: I guess that makes her half a woman. You're better off without her.

Cassie: Only dream I ever have... is it the surface of the sun? Everytime I shut my eyes... it's always the same.

Cassie: Are you scared?

Capa: When a Stellar Bomb is triggered, very little will happen at first -and then a spark, will pop into existance, and it will hang for an instant, hovering in space and then, it will split into two, and those will split again, and again, and again... detonation beyond all imaging - the big bang on a small scale. - a new star born out of a dying one... I think it will be beautiful... No, i'm not scared

Cassie: ...I am.

Cassie: Searle, We're going to go now. We love you.

Cassie: Kaneda, Searle, report to flight deck... We have an excess of manliness breaking out in the comms centre.

Cassie: You make it easy for him, somehow. Find a kindness.

Mace: When the Icarus Two was broken apart from Icarus One, there's something we weren't thinking about. The computer was down. The airlock was decoupled manually.

Corazon: I was on the flight deck with Cassie the whole time.

Capa: And I was with Mace and Searle in the observation room.

Mace: And I think we can all... assume it wasn't Harvey. That leaves one possibility.

Corazon: Trey.

Capa: But why would Trey do it? He blames everything on himself, he sleeps twenty-three hours a day, he's clinically depressed... Why'd he do it?

Mace: We don't know, but we can't discard it as a possibility.

Corazon: And there's something else.

[slides forward a piece of paper]

Corazon: With Searle and Harvey gone, we lost two breathers. We have enough oxygen for four crew to make it to the payload delivery point.

Capa: So we'll do it.

Mace: I'll do it. I'm not passing any bucks.

Corazon: Well, then...

Mace: We'll vote this time. Unanimous decision required.

[pause]

Mace: Well, you know where I stand.

Corazon: [draws back the piece of paper] And me.

Mace, Corazon: [look at Capa]

Capa: What are you asking? That we weigh the life of one man versus the future of all mankind?

[pause]

Capa: Kill him.

Mace: [looks at Cassie] Cassie...

Cassie: [a tear slides down her face] No.

Mace: Cassie...

Cassie: I know the argument. I know the logic. You're saying you need my vote. I'm saying you can't have it.

Mace: [long pause]

[gets up]

Mace: Sorry, Cassie...

Cassie: [crying] Oh God... Make it easy for him. Somehow.

Cassie: We have an excess of manliness in the comm center right now.

[the Wolf Pack wake up in a honeymoon suite]

Stu: [sees he has implants] I have boobies now!

Cassie: [laughs] Oh my God...

Phil: [laughs] Holy shit!

Stu: It's not funny! Alan, what did you do? What did you do, Alan?

Alan: The wedding cake... it was from Leslie...

[Chow enters, naked and brandishing a sword]

Mr. Chow: [laughs] We had a sick night, bitches!

[the monkey jumps back on Stu]

Ms. Wood: These are just pictures of you dressed as a nun, with your first in your mouth. I see you shaved your cat.

Cassie: Oh, I don't have a cat.

Ray: Chaos theory is basically the idea that tiny things can have huge consequences. So because you delayed me from going through there, all of the little things that I was going to do have been delayed subsequently, and that has a knock-on effect - which can totally change the future.

Cassie: So... So wait, that means you're going to drink your pint a little bit later, which means... You're going to go to the bathroom a little bit later... My God Ray, you're right! That's terrible, we're all doomed!

Ray: Do you have any idea how rare it is to find a girl who's into science fiction, who doesn't have everything pierced?

Cassie: How do you know I haven't?

Cassie: Ray, I love you, but we only have fourteen hours to save the Earth!

Cassie: I'm the dirtiest virgin you could ever want.

Derek Cowley: Uh, everybody, this is Sam. Sam, this is...

Samantha 'Sam' Marche: [Cuts him off] Ooh, let me guess! Muffy, Britney, Biff and Chad!

Derek Cowley: Actually, it's uh, Cassie, Melissa, Jason and Alex.

Samantha 'Sam' Marche: Hmm, close.

Cassie: Look, Metal-face, why don't you just keep your smart-ass comments to yourself!

Samantha 'Sam' Marche: You know what...

Derek Cowley: [Holds her back] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Cassie: Alex wants to fuck me so bad, sometimes I think he'll pop the question just to get laid.

Melissa: Wow. I can't believe you've gotten him to wait so long.

Cassie: You surrender the pink too soon, honey, they're on to the next thing. Alex is my ticket out of middle America. I help him out with a bj now and then, but he won't get what he wants until I get what I want.

Melissa: You gold-digger!

Cassie: I like your tongue piercing.

Samantha 'Sam' Marche: Thanks... I guess.

Cassie: Do guys like, like the way it feels when you, you know?

Samantha 'Sam' Marche: Why don't I blow your boyfriend, you can ask him?

Cassie: BITCH! I was just asking!

Samantha 'Sam' Marche: And I was just telling.

Cassie: Look honey, I love you, but the next time you force yourself on me, I'll take the balls with me!

Cassie: You get one life, and whatever you do with it, and whatever is done to you, you've got to face that. You can't pretend it didn't happen.

Cassie: Welcome to Homicide.

Sam: He doesn't fit the profile.

Cassie: The profile doesn't fit the profile.

Cassie: Look it's not just about sex, okay? I really respect you as a person.

[laughs]

Sam: What are you doing?

Cassie: It's called sex. It's fun, you should try it.

Cassie: Can you do me a favor? Lean over and whisper something in my ear.

Sam: [whispering] You know what I said about getting different partners.

Cassie: Are you serious?

Sam: [still whispering] I take that back.

Cassie: Did you find the videotape?

[Sam nods]

Cassie: Richard, what are you doing here?

Richard: What are you doing here? Do you want something?

Cassie: Like what?

Richard: I don't know... Everybody wants something.

Cassie: Is that right?

Richard: They just don't know how to ask for it.

Cassie: And what do you want?

Cassie: What's this smell like to you?

Cap. Rod Cody: Smells like vomit.

Cassie: Bag some up and send it to the lab!

Cassie: Do you know why they call me the hyena?

Sam: No, why do they?

Cassie: Female hyenas have a kind of mock penis. You figure it out.

Sam: Does that bother you?

Cassie: No, I just wear loose-fitting slacks, it's really not a problem.

Cassie: Fine then, what do you want?

Sam: Right now? This.

Cassie: It's a freakin' baboon hair!

Cassie: That's pretty pathetic in my book.

Pilot Kelson: In your book? And what's the title of that book? Is it called 'Give Me A Hundred Bucks And I'll Suck Your Dick'? Cause I think I read that one, and it was... ooh... lurid.

Rhett Tanner: [Looking at a bowl of turtles painted with numbers] You know, there ought to be a way to make a lot of money with these little turtles.

Cassie: Hunh?

Rhett Tanner: Yeah, havin' them in a turtle race, you know. If I could just figure out a way to fix the winner.

James: Many women and men have lived empty, wasted lives in attics trying to write classic pop songs. What they don't realize is it's not for them to decide. It's God. Or, the god of music. Or, the part of God that concerns Himself with music. That's why the hit maker has to be considered part divine because the divine spoke through them.

Cassie: Preposterous notion.

Cassie: If you two don't get together, then every song and every film and every book I've ever heard, seen, and read are wrong.

Cassie: [resting on the river bank] We're definitely a band now.

Eve: Why are we a band now?

Cassie: This is something only a band would do. This is band shit. Day trips, canoeing, kayaking.

Eve: What do you think, James?

James: I think we are three people paddling a boat, that's all.

Eve: So what makes a band then?

James: You don't make a band, a band makes you. It comes up and sweeps you along.

Cassie: So, is the band going to have a name?

James: Oh, no, not a name conversation.

Cassie: Why not a name conversation?

James: Don't you think it's stupid just to give yourself a name just because you sing songs?

Eve: What, so the Beatles were stupid?

James: Well, they were kind of stupid if they actually stopped to think about it.

Cassie: You definitely think too much. You think the fun out of things.

James: I mean, I... I'm a lifeguard, I work at a pool with three other guys. We didn't give ourselves a name.

Cassie: What, like the Lifeboys or something? That's pretty good.

[last lines]

James: [narrating] Just for a moment we were all in the right place, and the possibilities were infinite. Now I'll go back to my room. Eve will get on the train to a grown up life free from neurosis. Cassie will wonder for a few moments, "What the hell just happened?" before she gets torn back into her own living delights and active miseries. And I'll go back to my room.

Cassie: [about the train] Was she on it?

James: Yeah.

Cassie: Do you want a lift?

James: Yeah.

[they ride off on the twin bike]

Cassie: I'M NOT CRAZY!

Cassie: I heard all of you.

Annabel: Raven was so right about you.

Cassie: Fuck Raven.

Annabel: Did that!

Cassie: I would die for him.

Jude: Do you love him enough to live for him?

Bryan Becket: Okay, what? What do you think I saw?

Cassie: A ghost.

Bryan Becket: I don't believe in ghosts.

Cassie: Well, that's ironic, since you're the one that saw it.

Cassie: Look, it's not as out there as it seems, you know, that whole ghost thing. In fact, forty-six percent of the people in this country believe in ghosts.

Bryan Becket: Forty-six percent of the people in this country can't find Europe on a map.

Bryan Becket: You didn't hear that?

Cassie: All I heard was you yelling!

Bryan Becket: You didn't hear someone falling down the stairs?

Cassie: Oh, God, no.

Bryan Becket: You didn't hear that?

Cassie: Oh, that's weird. The house talks, but, but only to you.

Bryan Becket: Or I'm talking to myself.

Cassie: Don't do that. You're not imagining things, Bryan. Why would you, all of a sudden, imagine someone falling down a flight of stairs?

Bryan Becket: My mother died falling down a flight of stairs.

Cassie: How'd you sleep?

Bryan Becket: Oh, I slept like a baby. A baby that's fearing crib death, that is.

Cassie: My God, you are one die-hard rationalist.

Bryan Becket: Well, what the hell's the alternative? Dolls come to life?

Cassie: No. They can be possessed.

Cassie: Bryan, you're not crazy. You're not the type. Something supernatural is happening to you, and your episode last night - I think it was some kind of vision-spell.

[He laughs]

Cassie: Don't scoff at what you don't know! And you don't know anything! You witnessed something in this house, a long time ago; and whatever is here, maybe your mother, is trying to tell you about it.

Bryan Becket: You expect me to spend another night here alone? I'm shaking at breakfast!

Cassie: Bryan, if whatever is in this house wanted to hurt you, it would have already.

Jessie: You're neat.

Cassie: No, I'm not.

Jessie: Yeah, ya are.

Cassie: ...shakes head...

Jessie: Yeah, ya are.

Tony: Whoa, whoa, easy Grandma easy. Didn't mean to scare you.

Grandma: Oh really, 'fuckface'? Do I look scared to you?

Tony: Calm down. It's not the 1st time I've had a gun pointed at me.

Grandma: Oh, maybe so, but it could be the last time anyone shoots your balls off! Ha ha, now that's better. Now you 'Bald Ass'!

[points gun at Muscles]

Grandma: and you 'Fat Ass'

[points gun at Pat]

Grandma: and you 'Black Ass'

[points gun at Q]

Grandma: get back in your shit mobile and piss off! Go rob a post office or something!

Pat: We'd love to but we ran out of fuel and we barely made it here.

Grandma: Then go rob a freaking petrol station or something!

Q: I understand how this looks. We're not here to rob anyone. We just saw the car and...

Grandma: Thought you'd get a closer look eh?. I'm not getting any younger, you know. I just might shoot the lot of you anyways!

Q: Whoa, easy, easy, all right? You're not gonna shoot anyone.

Grandma: Oh, really?

Q: Yeah, because if you do, you'll attract every member of the undead within a 10-mile radius and I know you don't want to do that. Look, you even took the wind-chimes from your front door.

Muscles: We understand that we startled you out here all alone.

Cassie: [out of nowhere she appears pointing a gun at Q's head] What makes you think she's all alone?

Grandma: Going somewhere good are we?

Tony: Put the fucking gun down!

Grandma: No, after you.

Tony: Ladies 1st!

Q: Ton, what's going on?

Tony: We're leaving!

Grandma: Not with all our food you're not!

Tony: Don't fucking argue with me! We are heading for the coast. I got the car keys in me pocket.

Q: Ton, this is wrong mate.

Tony: Oh shut up you soppy little cunt! What do you know about right and fucking wrong? Was it 'right' for any of 'this' to happen? Was it ' right' for us to rob a bank? Was it 'right' to steal a van? No! Yes it is a piece of shit fucking van with me mate's blood all over it!

Q: Why don't you lower the gun?

Tony: Shut up! Was it 'right' for fucking Danny to be buried in the mud? No! Was it 'right' for Crazy Steve to be eaten by those fucking things?

Cassie: Tony, look...

Tony: Shut the fuck up you cunt!

[Pat & Muscles enter the room]

Tony: Pat, we leaving mate, Muscles, I got the car keys in me pocket mate!

Pat: What?

Muscles: Tony, no mate...

Grandma: You're not going anywhere!

Tony: Shut up you old cow or I'll shoot you then I'll shoot your fucking granddaughter!

Grandma: You pathetic little man!

Tony: Oh yeah?

[starts to shoot gun but it only clicks]

Cassie: You evil fuck!

Grandma: You thought I would leave a loaded gun in the house with someone like you around?

Henderson: Do you, Ben...

Cassie: Benjamin Reynolds.

Henderson: Benjamin Reynolds, take this young woman...

Cassie: Cassie Kennington.

Henderson: [Henderson wipes eyes, takes off hat] Do both of you promise to treat each other with dignity and love until one or the other drops dead?

Cassie: I do.

[looks at Ben]

Ben: I do.

Henderson: [Henderson, Cassie, and Ben put their hands in the center and "break"] Well, looks like you're both married now.

[grins]

Ben: [looks at Cassie, laughs nervously and grins] That's great.

[Henderson nods]

Cassie: [whispers] Oh, the ring.

[Ben gets a straightened paper clip and wraps it around her finger, then pats her hand]

Henderson: Congratulations to you both.

[gets up]

Cassie: Well, I feel good about this whole thing.

[to Henderson]

Cassie: How about you?

Henderson: [grins again] Yeah. I feel good about it.

[Cassie looks at Ben and their eyes meet]

Ben: [nervously] Uh, well, I don't have a lot to compare it to, but, uh, yeah...

[gulps]

Ben: I feel good.

Henderson: Oh and if you wanna kiss the bride, you can do that now, 'cause I forgot to say it.

Cassie: Sure is nice being up bright and early to take in the new day.

Ben: Yeah. That's what they say. Where are we anyways?

Cassie: Life In Hell, Kentucky. By the way, did I ever thank you? Because it would be way too comfortable for me and my banged up body to be in a nice, warm bus taking us directly where we need to be going.

Ben: We're married, you know. That's supposed to count for something.

Cassie: He's a nice guy. So we talked. It wasn't like I kissed him or anything, jeez.

Ben: Yeah, whatever.

[gets up, picks up a rock]

Cassie: [after a pause] Jealousy. It's a good quality to have in a husband. Unless, of course, he gets overly possessive.

Ben: Okay, why don't you just rest your tired ass and let me make the calls for a little while.

Cassie: Tired ass? Where's that sweet, innocent youth I used to know?

Ben: Don't you worry about it, he's in here somewhere.

Cassie: Well, he better be.

[Ben throws rock]

Cassie: The real question is why you're putting it in such a negative context. Yes, I am withdrawing somewhat, but is that a sin?

Ben: Great. Take a major problem, even though you won't tell me what it is, and turn it into one of your brainy discussions.

Cassie: Oh. Is that your opinion? You did finish seventh grade, so I want to give it the way it deserves.

Ben: And you graduated from Harvard, right?

Cassie: [sitting up a little straighter and looking angry] Okay, cowboy. Wanna play?

Ben: [also sitting up straighter] I'm not exactly sure what we're playing here, but yeah, let's go.

Cassie: It's all about introspection. And concepts which you are no doubt unable to digest at this point in your narrow-minded and sheltered pathetic life!

[turns away and folds her arms]

Ben: [pause] Go screw yourself.

[turns off light]

Cassie: [after small pause] Ben?

Ben: What?

Cassie: [leaning in a little closer] Are you mad at me?

Ben: Yeah.

Cassie: Well, I don't like it.

Ben: Then start talking to me like a real person.

Cassie: [remorsefully] I told you I was flawed when we met.

Ben: Cass, everybody's flawed. Just in different ways.

Cassie: [cuddles up next to Ben] I'm so sorry.

Ben: [kisses the top of her head] It's okay.

Cassie: That was one goddamn doozy of an accident, that's for sure.

[Ben turns suddenly away]

Cassie: What?

[she smiles]

Cassie: You never heard anyone cuss before?

Ben: Well yeah, but... not from a girl.

Cassie: Well, I'm very flawed. Extremely flawed, if you want to know the truth.

Ben: [after Cassie wakes up from a particularly detailed nightmare] You took it as long as you could, Cass. You can't blame yourself for that.

[puts his hand on her cheek]

Cassie: There are good parts to them too.

[pauses, then looks down, tears sparkling in her eyes]

Ben: [after a brief pause] Cass?

Cassie: [looks up] Yeah?

Ben: Let's go.

Cassie: [whispering] Ben, I'm sick. When you kill two people it makes you sick.

Ben: [sniffs] Look, I'm going to take you out of here, and... well, worry about everything later, okay?

Cassie: [nods] Okay.

[pause, then Cassie leans her head against Ben's hand, where Ben strokes her cheek gently with his thumb]

Cassie: [smiling after she sees Ben watching her take off her jacket] Don't worry. I'm not ready to have sex yet.

Ben: [wakes up and sees Cassie by his bed] Jesus!

Cassie: You're not screwing with me, are you?

Ben: What?

Cassie: You seem to like me, which is fine because I like you too. But if you're acting like you do because my parents are dead and you feel sorry for me, then that's just bullshit.

[Ben stares at Cassie for a few moments]

Cassie: [waving her hand in front of his face] Hello?

Ben: No, I'm not screwing with you. I like you too.

Cassie: [to her aunt and uncle, about needing a double mattress] Y'know with my legs stiffening up sometimes and the two of us being married and all.

Cassie's Uncle: You're married?

Cassie's Aunt: That must be what kids call going steady these days.

Ben: No, we're actually married.

[Cassie smiles and displays her "ring"]

Cassie's Aunt: [looking a little confused] Was it a large wedding?

Cassie: Oh, about twenty or thirty head. Mostly hogs and some sows.

Ben: Oh, and pigs.

Cassie: Yes, there were several pigs in attendence as well.

Cassie's Aunt: [still looking confused] Well, I guess we'll get you a double mattress then.

Ben: [after Cassie wakes up from a nightmare] You were screaming.

Cassie: [Cassie gets a drink of water and lays back down, still panting] It's late. You should get back to bed.

Cassie: How much do we owe you? For room and board and water.

Henderson: Hmm... well, waking up to the smell of pig shit ought to do it.

Cassie: How much did you get?

Ben: $25.

Cassie: Well, at least that's $25 more than we had before.

Ben: That's true.

Cassie: See, a real plan is more than just some pipe dream.

Ben: Pipe dream?

Cassie: A pipe dream is an unrealistic fantasy that deludes oneself into thinking that it's an actual plan. It's a very popular expression. I'm surprised you've never heard of it before.

Ben: I didn't say I'd never heard it.

Cassie: Anyway, a real plan is an actual goal that you believe in enough to create a set of circumstances. Which leads you to, and into, a plan. Comprende?

Ben: Where do you come up with this stuff? I mean, what part of your brain works so hard it makes you think and talk like that?

Cassie: My father was a professor with a very wide vocabulary and lots of unique ideas. When he wasn't teaching his students, he taught me.

Ben: So what does your mom do?

Cassie: [after a pause] She never did anything.

[blinks, then turns and walks away from him]

Ben: [picks up their bags and follows her, regretting he said anything] You know, I think most of what you say is true.

[Cassie turns and tilts her head at him]

Ben: Some I just don't understand. But I also think you like to screw with people's heads.

Cassie: I may be wrong sometimes. But I won't ever screw with your head. Ever.

Ben: Me too. Ever.

[Cassie smiles and nods]

Ben: [in the hospital visiting Cassie]

[gently]

Ben: Hey.

Cassie: Hey.

Ben: Cass?

Cassie: Yeah?

Ben: It's time to go.

Cassie: [pause, then looks at him with dark circles under her eyes] Is that the plan?

Ben: Yeah. That's the plan.

Cassie: What if I'm really, really tired?

[pause, then she kisses his cheek and lays against him and goes to sleep]

Cassie: If you had a mirror that only reflected what you used to be, would you want to look into it?

Cassie: I blab, nervous habit.

Barney Snow: Blab on... I like the sound of it.

Sam: [At the gym] Oh! You're killing me! I'm gonna eat your babies!

Cassie: That would be a terrible idea. You are not supposed to eat red meat...