Cindy Quotes in The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift (2006)

Cindy: [as Shawn approaches his Monte Carlo at the high school parking lot, a red Viper is parked next to him. Sitting on the Viper is Cindy, who is polishing her toenails] Nice car.

Shawn Boswell: It does the job.

Cindy: Doing what? Delivering pizzas?

Shawn Boswell: It's not the ride, it's the rider.

Clay: [Clay sees Cindy talking to Shawn] You talking to my girl?

Shawn Boswell: She was just admiring my ride.

Clay: That? My grandma's Buick can smoke that piece of shit trailer trash !

Shawn Boswell: What about your daddy's Viper?

Clay: [Clay pauses, then chuckles] This beast's got 500-horsepower and a Borla exhaust system. It does 0-60 in what, 4.3 seconds?

Shawn Boswell: Wow. You can read the brochure.

[Shawn enters his Monte Carlo and drives off. Clay then throws a baseball at the Monte Carlo, shattering the rear window]

Cindy: [after Clay shatters the rear windshield of Shawn's Monte Carlo with a baseball, Shawn steps out of his car and has a stare down with Clay and his gang. As Clay's gang approaches Shawn, Shawn brandishes a wrench in his hand, and they stop] Why don't you nice boys let your cars do the talking?

Shawn Boswell: I only race for pink slips.

Clay: This car goes for 80 grand. What am I gonna do with a broken-ass piece of shit like that?

[Crowd howls while Shawn smiles at Clay]

Cindy: How about me?

[Shawn and Clay stare at Cindy]

Cindy: Winner gets... me.

[Shawn smiles. Clay spits]

Cooke: You scared, motherfucker? Well, you should be, because this Green Beret is going to kick your big ass!

John Matrix: I eat Green Berets for breakfast. And right now, I'm very hungry!

Cindy: [hiding under a table] I can't believe this macho bullshit...

Cindy: What happened to Sully?

John Matrix: I let him go.

John Matrix: Don't break radio silence until they see me.

Cindy: How will I know?

John Matrix: Because all fucking hell is going to break loose.

Cindy: You steal my car, you rip the seat out, you kidnap me, you ask me to help you find your daughter which I very kindly do, and then you get me involved in a shoot out where people are dying and there's blood spurting all over the place, and then I watch you rip a phone booth out of a wall, swing from the ceiling like Tarzan, and then there's a cop that's going to shoot you and I save you and they start chasing me! Are you going to tell me what's going on or what?

John Matrix: No.

Cindy: Can you tell me what this is all about?

John Matrix: Yeah, a guy I trusted for years wants me dead.

Cindy: That's understandable. I've only known you for five minutes and I want you dead, too.

Cindy: You don't even have a car.

[Matrix pushes Sully's overturned car back upright]

John Matrix: Now I do.

Sully: You know I've got something I'd really like to give you.

Cindy: I'm not interested!

Sully: Ahh, you don't know what you're missing

Cindy: Well from here it looks like a nightmare, will you please leave me alone?

Sully: You fuckin' whore!

Cindy: Where are we going?

John Matrix: Shopping.

Cindy: Shopping?

[Cindy uses a rocket launcher]

John Matrix: Where did you learn how to do that?

Cindy: I read the instructions.

Cindy: These guys eat too much red meat!

John Matrix: A guy I trusted for years wants me dead.

Cindy: I've only known you five minutes and I want you dead, too.

Cooke: Where's Sully?

Cindy: In the shower.

Cooke: Who are you?

Cindy: Room service.

John Matrix: What's wrong?

Cindy: This isn't a plane, this is a canoe with wings!

John Matrix: Well then, get in and start paddling!

Cindy: [after Matrix kills a soldier by bashing his head in] Did anybody ever tell you you have a lot of hostility?

Cindy: I pray Billy kills him!

Jean: You mustn't tell Billy, Cindy.

Cindy: Why not?

Jean: Because he will kill him.

Cindy: DAMN YOUR PACIFISM!

Bernard: Howdy! My name is Bernard Posner.

Cindy: Oh, really?

Bernard: Really.

Cindy: Is that supposed to mean something?

Bernard: Around these parts, you hear the name Posner quite a bit.

Cindy: That's very interesting. You know, you hear my name quite a bit, and not just around here either.

Bernard: No foolin'? What's your name?

Cindy: Up.

Bernard: Up? Huh-huh, that's an odd name. What's your last name?

Cindy: Yours. Up yours!

Cindy: Hey! Why isnt anybody going in?

Martin: They're afraid to go in.

Cindy: Why?

Martin: Indians aren't allowed in some of the stores here.

Cindy: What do you mean "not allowed"? I don't see a sign.

Kit: Indians don't need a sign, they know damn well where they're not wanted.

Cindy: Then why are you going in?

Kit: 'Cause I like ice cream.

Brenda: God, Wes? That faggot? Now who the hell wants him? If you could keep him away from me, I'd be eternally grateful to you.

Cindy: You're the one who keeps leading him on!

Brenda: Let me make this simpler so that even YOU can understand. I wouldn't fuck him if he had the last dick on earth!

Cindy: [screams in anguish as she lunges at Brenda] AUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!

Cindy: Well, well. It looks like the little slut's at it again.

Wes: Cut it out, Cindy, we're only talking.

Cindy: I know it's not your fault, Wes.

Brenda: Fuck off, bitch.

Valerie: Wow! Cindy, what a babe!

Cindy: Look, but don't touch, sweetie!

Cindy: This is my first time... with an Asian. Relax, have a drink. My father only stocks the best. You can have anything you want.

[drinks]

Cindy: But, of course, that means I get to have whatever I want. Until you no longer... amuse me...

[starts masturbating]

Cindy: Tell me who sent you here... Duke Togo... or should I say... Golgo 13?

[she and Golgo 13 have sex]

[Duke finds out who Dr. Z really is]

Cindy: Who is this?

Golgo 13: You almost had me fooled.

Cindy: Duke?

Golgo 13: I tested the phone in the safe. It's a fake. If I had more time, I'm sure I can locate the remote switch. You ought to get an Oscar for that act you put on. Oh, and by the way, Cindy, I know who Dr. Z is: It's you.

Cindy: [hesitates] Duke! Duuuuuuke!

Cindy: I like watching a man eat good.

Cindy: Um, we've got some leftover salad if you're hungry.

Willie Spino: Salad? You gotta be kidding me. Don't you have some steaks lying around here someplace?

Cindy: Well, I'm vegetarian.

Willie Spino: Yeah, well, if God didn't want us to eat animals he shouldn't have made them out of meat.

Cindy: Oh, I'm not vegetarian 'cause I love animals. I'm vegetarian 'cause I hate plants.

Willie Spino: Yeah, well, I didn't work my way to the top of the food chain to sit around chewin' on a cucumber.

Cindy: Oh, well, that explains a lot. Vegetables ARE brain food.

Willie Spino: Ooh. She's not only gorgeous, but she's rude and sarcastic too.

Cindy: Going to church doesn't make you a Christian anymore than going into the petshop makes you a cat.

Cindy: My parents used to drag me to church every Sunday, had me pray for eyesight.

Paul: Is Benji here yet?

Mary: Yes, Benji's here yet.

Paul: [calling out the kitchen door] Cindy, he's here.

Mary: Well he won't be here for long if you don't stop that yelling. You know what happens if your father walks in.

Paul: I don't think Dad understands about us and Benji.

Mary: I don't think you understand what an understatement you just made.

Paul: What's understatement mean?

Mary: It means don't yell down the hall.

Cindy: [entering the kitchen] Where's Benji?

Mary: Don't yell in the kitchen, do you want your father in here?

Cindy: No but he's coming anyway, we've got to hide Benji!

Mary: Oh phenomenal.

Cindy: Quick, he's right behind me!

Cindy: Did you hear something back there that sounds like there's something back there?

Macanudo: I rebuilt my mind!

Cindy: So, you have a homemade brain.

Macanudo: I'm sorry you couldn't find it in your heart to give me a chance. You could have been my beloved concubine. Shared my position here.

Cindy: Well, I guess it wasn't in my fortune cookie.

Macanudo: Now, all you'll share is my crew. 312 of them in random order.

Cindy: Beautiful day outside, isn't it? Nothing like good old southern California for lots of sunshine!

Carla Moran: I was raped.

Cindy: [Being interrogated by Pheobe and looking right at the special glass] Yeah, I know you're in there and I know want you want, but you ain't getting it, no leads, no testimony. You can take your cuffs and shove'em up your ass.

Ross Giggins: Turning now to sports...

[Cindy types new text for the teleprompter]

Ross Giggins: and an evil video tape that kills anyone who watches it in seven days. It's true. We're all in danger. There's an alien force that's trying prevent you from knowing the truth.

Carson Ward: Oh, no. Campbell, are you insane?

Ross Giggins: It's a horrible fate.

Cindy: Carson, I have to do this.

[Ward types his text]

Ross Giggins: Correction, there really is no danger. Actually, I didn't really mean anything I just said. Yes, I did. Every word of it. Everyone watching this could be dead in a week.

[everybody's fighting over the telemprompter keyboard, the janitor sits on it]

Ross Giggins: Oh, shizl gzngahr, % + 7, , 193419 ckin etd vaus erstn gubl chn q shnitzi guorsn blkn (, , 18 469

[Janitor takes over the keyboard]

Ross Giggins: I been cleanin' after this dumb-ass cracker Giggins for ten years, but I been hittin' it with his woman for twelve. Know what I'm sayin', nigga? She likes her some chocolate. Sharpton for President y'all. I'm outie.

Cindy: Cody, did I ever tell you what your mom said about you the day you were born?

Cody: No.

Cindy: I was in the delivery room with her. She was having a hard time. Then you began to come out of her. And your mom screamed and screamed in pain. She yelled, "Just kill me. Bludgeon me with a bedpan. Whatever you do, put me out of this pain." She was gushing torrents of blood. I have this all on tape if you want to see it someday. Well, finally you came out. Your mom cut your umbilical cord herself. Well, on the second try. The first time she snipped your penis in half. After all, she was drunk. Actually, drugged. We'd been out the night before celebrating St. Patrick's Day. And she thought, "Hey, I never tasted crystal meth." So she did just a little.

Cody: My penis?

Cindy: Yes. They sewed it on upside down.

Cody: So that's why I pee up?

Cindy: Yes. We'll get it fixed, honey. It's on my list of things. Right after we get TiVo. Anyway, there you were. Your mom turned to me and she said, "Hey, you want him? Take him." And then she died. And I took you. Do you know why? I'd just lost my cat in a fire, and I needed something to pet and feed. And I miss that cat, Cody. But I love you. And nothing's ever gonna change that, not even the very painful death we're about to experience.

[the phone rings after Cody watches the tape]

Cindy: Hello?

Tabitha's Voice: It's me. How you doing?

Cindy: Fine.

Tabitha's Voice: Enjoying your last week? I can't wait to see you. Six days now, right?

Cindy: Yeah.

Tabitha's Voice: It was great catching up. Can I speak to Cody?

Cindy: Why? He didn't watch the tape.

Tabitha's Voice: Yes, he did. Come on, Cindy, I do this for a living.

[Cindy hangs up. The phone rings again]

Cindy: Hello?

Tabitha's Voice: Hello, I'm calling from "Reader's Digest" with a fantastic offer for Cody.

[Snickering]

Cindy: No, you're not! You're that evil little girl from the tape!

Tabitha's Voice: [Laughs] Okay, you got me. How about I just leave a message for him?

Cindy: Fine.

[Writes the message down]

Cindy: Uh-huh. Yeah. Okay, how do you spell that? Right. Okay, got it. Bye-bye.

[Holds the paper up, reading SEVEN DAYS]

Cindy: Aaaah!

[on the phone]

Cindy: Hello?

Tabitha's Voice: [indistinct] Seven days.

Cindy: What? Willie Mays?

Tabitha's Voice: [indistinct] Seven days.

Cindy: Who's gay? Hello?

Tabitha's Voice: [indistinct] Seven days.

Cindy: What?

Tabitha's Voice: Can you hear me now?

Cindy: Kind of.

Tabitha's Voice: Can you hear me now?

Cindy: Yes. Perfect.

Tabitha's Voice: Seven days.

Cindy: Seven days. Oh, my God. I'm gonna die next Monday?

Tabitha's Voice: Yes. No. Wait. Monday. That would be seven business days. This is seven days starting now.

Cindy: So seven days to this very hour? My watch broke. How am I gonna know the exact hour?

Tabitha's Voice: Forget hours. This day seven days from now.

Cindy: But there's a holiday coming up. Do you count the holiday?

Tabitha's Voice: Well, that depends. What holiday?

Cindy: Martin Luther King Day.

Tabitha's Voice: Then no.

Cindy: Why not? Everybody at work is taking it off.

Tabitha's Voice: Jesus Christ, lady. I'm giving you seven friggin' days. I can come over now and kill the shit out of you if you'd rather have that.

[Cindy comes home after leaving George to watch Cody and finds George sleeping on the table]

Cindy: Oh my God! What happened?

George: I don't know... we were play this great game, then I looked down and...

[He looks down at his dice]

George: Yahtzee!

[He stands up and bangs his head on the shelf, knocking himself out]

Cindy: [hugging George]

[crying]

Cindy: It's so hard.

George: Well, you're a beautiful woman, and you're pressing up against me.

Cindy: Something weird is going on at your farm. I know it.

George: I don't know what you're talking about. Sometimes a sheep just needs to be pushed through the fence.

Cindy: Call it women's intuition, or ESPN, or both, but I can tell when danger's near...

[hits her head on a microphone hanging from the ceiling]

Brenda Meeks: [the TV is acting weird and turns on after Brenda turns it off. Finally she unplugs and when it turns on again, it shows a creepy black and white image of Tabitha getting out of a well] Oh, come on. Cindy, the news is on! Another little white girl done fell down a well. Fifty black people got they ass beat by police today, but the whole world gotta stop for one little whitey down the hole.

[the TV starts leaking]

Brenda Meeks: Cindy, the TV's leaking. Cindy... Cindy something's wrong here.

[Tabitha comes out slowly as Brenda backs away. Tabitha empties her ears with water]

Brenda Meeks: Cindy, this bitch is messin' up my floor!

[Tabitha creeps slowly for Brenda]

Brenda Meeks: Cindy, Help me!

Cindy: [Cindy is busy in the kitchen and is refusing to believe Brenda after she tricked her so many times] I'm not listening.

Brenda Meeks: [Tabitha gets closer to Brenda when Brenda punches her down] Get up you little ugly bitch. C'mon, let me see what you got. What you gonna do?

[Tabitha gets up and starts swinging at Brenda while Brenda holds her back by her hair]

Brenda Meeks: That's all?

[Grabs Tabitha and punches her down]

Brenda Meeks: Oooh, I'm whippin' her ass, Cindy! Yeah, wassup?

Brenda Meeks: I saw this tape, and I think you should know about it. It had these really shocking images on it.

Cindy: Brenda, it was Mardi Gras, I never drank Vodka before, and I was outta beads!

Brenda Meeks: No, not that tape Cindy. Anyway, you watch the tape, and when it's over, your phone rings. And this creepy voice says, "You're Gonna Die In Seven Days", and seven days later...

Cindy: When did you watch it?

Brenda Meeks: A week ago. A week ago, tonight.

Cindy: [Brenda's nose is bleeding] Brenda!

[Cindy hands her tampon,and Brenda starts choking, but then starts laughing]

Cindy: .

Cindy: Oh my God, you bitch!

Brenda Meeks: [about the fake blood] Ketchup!

Cindy: Oh, you got me!

[Brenda laughs, but starts having a seizure, and falls over the couch. She stands up, still shaking and foaming at the mouth. She laughs]

Brenda Meeks: I can't believe you fell for that fake seizure!

Cindy: But it seemed so real!

Brenda Meeks: It did didn't it?

Cindy: And you peed!

[We see a puddle on the rug]

Brenda Meeks: Yeah! I really sold that shit, didn't I? I just love the look on your face when you are scared, girl! You are too easy!

[Her hand catches on fire, and she throws water on it. She removes a fake hand from her sleeve, laughing]

Brenda Meeks: . I got you with the old fake hand! I'm gonna get the rest of the popcorn...

[re: the killer video]

Cindy: And it's been circulating and killing ever since.

The Architect: Just like Pootie Tang.

Carson Ward: It's sweeps month. Ratings mean everything. People want human interest stories, like the one you did yesterday.

Cindy: The report on breast augmentation? It was just ten minutes of topless women. People want hard hitting stories, and indepth coverage, and, and...

Carson Ward: And TWINS.

[news room suddenly converts into nightclub and the Coors Light twins appear]

Mr. Meeks: These just came today. Photos from a trip she took.

[passes them to Cindy]

Cindy: [Cindy flicks through photos] They're blank.

Mrs. Meeks: Turn them around, honey.

Cindy: Oh.

Cindy: I'm looking for something more than just good sex.

Brenda Meeks: I know. You want commitment.

Cindy: No, I want great sex.

George: [at Brenda's funeral] Sue wanted to pay respects to her teacher. You?

Cindy: Brenda was my bitch.

Cindy: So can you tell me about...

Aunt Shaneequa: The tape?

Cindy: Yes. I watched it and...

Aunt Shaneequa: The phone rang.

Cindy: Right. Then this voice said...

Aunt Shaneequa: That you would die in seven days.

Cindy: Okay, that's getting...

Aunt Shaneequa: Extremely annoying.

Cindy: Yeah.

Orpheus: Try being married to her. I catch shit about women I ain't slept with yet.

George: So, I'll be doing the rap battle at the 23 Club tomorrow night.

Brenda Meeks: Oh, I don't believe this shit.

George: Word! You two should come down! I'll be rappin', I'll be cappin', I'll be tappin', I'll be flappin', I'll be happen... ing. Ding, bing, wing. Yo!

Cindy: Sounds good!

George: Would, could, should, 'hood.

Brenda Meeks: Ugh!

George: Gug, mug, dug, bug.

Tabitha: [turns from a monster into a little girl] Thank you all. Your love has freed my soul. I won't have to kill again.

Cindy: Really?

Tabitha: [turns back into a monster and pulls out a knife] I'm just screwin' with ya!

The Architect: The answer is simple. You are the eventuality of an anomaly. You are inexorably seeking a sedulant probability.

Cindy: Sedulant? I uh...

The Architect: [flipping through a thesaurus] Grotesquery?... No?... What about, contingent affirmation?... That's gotta mean somethin...

Architect: It's already begun. You're too late.

Cindy: Oh, my God.

Architect: But not too late to make an old man happy.

Cindy: And now back to you, Ross.

Ross Giggins: I'm sorry. I wasn't listening.

Cindy: I can't believe you let that happen.

George: I know, I'm sorry. I screwed up.

Cindy: Listen, we can still save him. The answer to the tape, to your crop circles, is at a lighthouse. Oh, you think I'm crazy, don't you?

George: Of course I do.

Mrs. Meeks: If only God had taken us instead of our daughter.

Cindy: And knowing your Brenda like I did, I'd say she wishes the same thing.

Carson Ward: And I told you, Campbell, no more paranoid on-air rants about the supernatural.

Cindy: I know. This station is about sex, violence, and the weather.

Carson Ward: Yes. That reminds me. We're gonna need that "Porn Star Shot Dead in a Hurricane" story.

[Anchor on the air]

Ross Giggins: Meanwhile, a tornado in Charleston threatens a clothing-optional beach where just yesterday a naked couple was brutally murdered. This just five miles from where the last naked couple was brutally murdered.

George: Why is there an open casket?

Cindy: George it's a wake.

George: She's alive, Sue your teacher is alive!

Cindy: No George she's dead!

George: No Brenda! Don't die on me!

[starts doing CPR and mouth to mouth ressatession]

George: [people starts attacking george]

Mahalik: Hey get away from him broad!

[starts punches while complete caous ensues]

George: [takes two wires] clear!

Cindy: [to Tabitha] Time to go back down the well, bitch!

C.D. Bales: Yes, I have a friend who is looking for a cosmetic, or wondering if one exists, that's sort of a shading type of arrangement. Do you have anything like that, that would be in a... er, shading area?

Cindy: Well, we have lots of lots of blushes and things. What specifically is it for?

C.D. Bales: She has this... feature, that she would like to, uh, you know, de-emphasize.

Cindy: I see. She has this - extra large feature? And, uh, she wants something to make it look a little smaller?

C.D. Bales: Exactly.

Cindy: Well, I think a dark contour would be fine.

C.D. Bales: Great, great. Now, how would she go about, you know, applying this... thing?

Cindy: Well, she would... she would just shade the area of the, uh, feature, to make it appear that there were more shadows, and less actual - well, less actual acreage - I mean area.

C.D. Bales: I'll take it.

Shaun: Mom, you know money can't buy happiness...

Cindy: Oh grow up, yes it can!

Shaun: But you and Dad have money and you're both miserable.

Cindy: ...He's miserable?

Cindy: So I married Bob, for you! I had sex with Bob four times for you! So how can you call me a bad mother?

Shaun: I have to go to college.

Cindy: Why?

Shaun: Because it's what you do after high school.

Cindy: Is Bob dead? Did something break?

Bud Brumder: What is that smell? What am I sitting in?

Cindy: Relax. It's just urine.

Bud Brumder: Oh.

Bud Brumder: You know your son was being a real brat today, a real pain in the ass.

Cindy: My son.

Bud Brumder: He said I was selfish. He said that everything's always about me.

Cindy: He called me a drama queen, said I was trying to sabotage him.

Ned: Ok I, I really didn't want to get litigious, but I brought a lawyer.

Cindy: [off-screen, shouting into the phone] Well I am sorry I don't have a fat, throbbing cock for you!

Janet: That's some Ivy League shit out there, man.

[first lines]

Guitar Salesman #2: Yeah, it's expensive, but it's sweet. Yeah.

Guitar Salesman #1: Are you familiar with Gibson humbucking pickups at all, or...

Cindy: No, I'm sorry. I actually don't play. It's for my dad for his 50th birthday.

Guitar Salesman #1: That's, that's really sweet.

Cindy: Yeah, my sisters and I are all chipping in, so...

Guitar Salesman #2: Your dad will love these humbuckings. I mean, they really kick ass.

Cindy: You are like wet sand in my underwear.

Jim: Ouch.

Cindy: Too bad though. He is kinda cuta. I'd do him. If he just wasn't so dumb!

Cindy: It's not right to feel shitty this time of year, but everybody does. It's like this is life and once you go through it long enough you realize what the flavor is. And it sure ain't vanilla!

Cindy: Look at him! He looks like a tumor sittin' over there. Ugh, and his hair! It just bothers me so much!

[Asked where Marcia is]

Cindy: She's over there getting lei'd by those Hawaiian boys.

Carol: Careful, Mike. he's got a gun.

Roy: I don't need a gun to take care of you. I am going to kick your Brady butt.

Cindy: He said the "B" word.

Jack: Look, what happened between us last night is like this ongoing problem with me. It happens all the time: I meet someone, we go home together, but then the next day it's...

Cindy: What? Next day what?

Jack: Well, they tell me that suddenly they've developed these feelings for me.

Cindy: What are you saying, that every woman you go home with falls in love with you or something?

Jack: Yes! It's like a curse! It never ends!

Cindy: A woman falls in love with you and you think that's a curse?

Jack: You have no idea!

Cindy: No! I don't! Because I think you're lucky! I mean, there are some people who wait their entire lives for somebody to tell them they feel that way about them, and you, you just throw it away like it's nothing, like it's a minor inconvenience! Well let me tell you something, Jack, you are cursed - just not the way you think you are.

Angela: Are you a cheerleader?

Cindy: Yes.

Angela: You a virgin?

Cindy: No.

Angela: Do you take drugs?

Cindy: Doesn't everybody?

Angela: Strike three!

Cindy: [Angela is running Cindy up a flagpole] Hey! What are you doing? Do you know who my dad is? Lemme down! Stop it! I'll sue you for everything you've got! Stop it! Why are you doing this to me?

Angela: Because you're a cheerleader, a fornicator, a drug taker, a nasty snotty bigot and beside's that, you're real nice.

[sends Cindy plunging to her death]

Cindy: I like movies with really good acting, like Gone with the Wind or Care Bears.

Marcia: Oh God, that Tony guy is hot.

Cindy: He's Mexican.

[laughs]

Cindy: Well, pardon me for breathing, what are you his fucking savior?

Cindy: [as Mike and Tim give her and Vanessa infected ice cream to eat] Is this green?

Tim: It's just the light in here.

Cindy: Are you a mirage?

Ernest P. Worrell: No ma'am, Southern Baptist.

Cindy: You can do whatever you want. I just don't understand why it has to be this. I mean, since when do you care about nature?

James: I just want the opposite of this.

Cindy: Oh barf.

Cindy: Ze wezzerman announce temperature up to one hundred degrees in ze shades.

Dean: In my experience, the prettier a girl is, the more nuts she is, which makes you insane. You're probably nutty, coo-coo crazy. It's not your fault, you know? Just like, everybody treats you different, you know? Like, you make jokes and they're not funny, but people laugh anyway. That's gotta make you nuts.

Cindy: I like how you can compliment and insult somebody at the same time, in equal measure.

Dean: Baby, you made a promise to me, okay? You said, "for better or worse." You said that. You said it. It was a promise.

Cindy: I'm sorry.

Dean: Now this is my worst, okay? This is my worst. But I'm gonna get better. You just gotta give me a chance to get better.

Cindy: I'm so out of love with you. I've got nothing left for you, nothing, nothing. Nothing, there is nothing here for you.

Cindy: What did it feel like when you fell in love?

Gramma: Oh... oh dear, I don't think I found it.

Cindy: Even with grandpa?

Gramma: Maybe a little, in the beginning. He didn't really have any regard for me as a person. You gotta be careful with that. You gotta be careful with the person you fall in love is worth it... to you.

Cindy: I never want to be like my parents. I know they must've loved each other at one time, right? To just get it all out of the way before they had me. How do you trust your feelings when they can just disappear like that?

Gramma: I think the only way you can find out is to have the feeling. You're a good person. You have the right to say, "I do trust. I do trust myself."

Dean: [Having dinner in the Future room] You're not gonna eat that?

Cindy: Why don't you do something?

Dean: What do you mean?

Cindy: I don't know.

Dean: What does that mean, "why don't I do something?"

Cindy: Isn't there something you wanted to do? Isn't there something you wanna do?

Dean: Like what?

Cindy: I don't know. You're good at so many things. You could do anything you wanted to do, you're good at everything that you do. Isn't there something else you wanna to do?

Dean: Than what? To be your husband, to being Frankie's dad? What do you want me to do? What-what-what... in your, like, dream scenario of me, like, doing what I'm good at, what would that be?

Cindy: I don't know. I just... you're so good at so many things. You can do so many things. You have such capacity.

Dean: For what?

Cindy: I don't... you can sing, you can draw, you can...

[chuckles]

Cindy: dance.

Dean: [Exhales] Listen, I didn't wanna be somebody's husband, okay? And I didn't wanna be somebody's dad. That wasn't my... goal in life. For some guys it is - wasn't mine. But somehow I've... it was what I wanted. I didn't know that. And it's all I wanna do. I don't want to do anything else. That's what I want to do. I work so I can do that.

Cindy: I'd like to see you have a job where you don't have to start drinking at 8 o'clock, in the morning, to go to it.

Dean: No, I have a job that I *can* drink at 8 o'clock in the morning. What a luxury... you know? I get up for work, I have a beer, I go to work, I paint somebody's house - they're excited about it. I come home, I get to be with you. What's... Like, this is the dream.

Cindy: Doesn't it ever disappoint you?

Dean: Why? Why would it disappoint me? I could still do whatever I could do.

Cindy: [Over Dean] Because you have all this potential.

Dean: So what? Why do you have to fucking make money off your potential?

Cindy: Look, I'm not even saying you have to make money off it. Do you miss it?

Dean: [Over Cindy] What does potential mean? What does even potential mean? What does that mean "potential"? Potential for what? To turn it into what?

Cindy: We rarely sit down and have an adult conversation because every time we do... you take what I say and turn it around into something that I didn't mean. You just... twist it. Start blabbing. Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah.

Dean: If you're not interested in what I have to say, then maybe I just shouldn't say anything.

Cindy: [laughs]

Dean: What's your name?

Cindy: Go away.

Dean: "Go away"? That's a weird name.

Dean: [long silence before Dean speaks] You know, it's not just us, we got a little girl we gotta think about.

[breaks into tears]

Cindy: I know... I... I can't do this anymore.

Dean: You're just thinking about yourself. What about Frankie? You want her to grow up in a broken home? Is that what you want?

Cindy: I am thinking about Frankie.

Dean: You're not thinking about Frankie.

Cindy: I am thinking about Frankie.

Dean: No, you're not. Is this how you want her to grow up?

Cindy: I don't want her to grow up in a home where her parents treat each other like this.

[Dean cries and hits the wall four times]

Cindy: Don't.

Dean: I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Baby, I'm sorry.

Cindy: [Cindy sobs] I can't do this anymore.

Dean: I know. Baby, I'm just fighting, you know? Fighting for my family. I don't know what to do. I don't know what else to do.

Dean: Can I talk to you for a second?

Cindy: Why?

Dean: You think I stole that money, don't you? Yeah, you do.

Cindy: No.

Dean: Look, I've stolen money before, okay, I know what it's like to get busted. That's what it feels like. I didn't steal it. I've got a job. Okay? This is my job.

Cindy: Okay, I got it.

Dean: I make money. Money I can take girl's out to dates with. Just so you know.

Dean: What are you doing?

Cindy: What does it look like I'm doing?

Dean: Gettin' all wet and naked.

Cindy: [Cindy runs to the car while Dean saunters] Fuck! Give me the keys. I fucking want a divorce!

[Dean pauses, sucks his ring finger, removes his ring and throws it into the bushes]

Cindy: [laughing] Good luck. I'd like to see you think about what you say instead of saying what you think all the time. Good luck.

Cindy: [flashback to their wedding day] What are you thinking about?

Dean: I wish they would hurry up so you can't change your mind. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Cindy: Dean, I give you this ring...

Justice of the Peace: As a symbol.

Cindy: As a symbol...

Justice of the Peace: Of my solemn vow.

Cindy: Of my solemn vow...

Justice of the Peace: And everlasting love.

Cindy: And everlasting love...

Justice of the Peace: For as much as you have consented in holy wedlock before God, I do, by the power vested in me by the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.

[Cindy and Dean embrace in a long kiss]

Cindy: Fuck you. Yeah, I'm more of a man than you are, you fucking cunt.

Dean: I can't really sing. I have to sing goofy, in order to sing. Like, I have to sing stupid. OK?

[plays "You Always Hurt The One You Love" on a ukulele and sings, while Cindy tap dances]

Cindy: You're actually good.

Cindy: ...I found Megan.

Dean: How many times did I tell you to lock the fucking gate?

Cindy: I thought the whole point of coming here was to have a night without kids.

Cindy: They're old. Would you wanna live like that?

Dean: What, in that home? Well, no. But I'm not getting old. And he's a dummy for dying.

Cindy: I can't do this, I can't take this shit. Dean, I cannot take this shit anymore. I cannot take this shit.

Cindy: I knew you were a fuckin' asshole.

Cindy: What are you doing here?

Dean: Oh, you're awful friendly right now, aren't you?

Cindy: I'm just surprised to see you.

Dean: Oh, is this where all the smiles happen? This the smile room, huh? Take off, you leave me, you don't tell me what's going on. I was so God-damned worried, I thought something might've happened to Frankie. I don't know what the hell happened.

Dean: [slurred speech] Look, okay, I know everything got fucked up last night, okay?

Cindy: I can't believe you show up here, drunk.

Dean: Hey, I'm talking to you. Hey, I know that...

Cindy: Can you drive?

Dean: What?

Cindy: I said, can you drive?

Dean: What do you mean? What kind of question is that? Of course I can drive. I know how to drive.

Dean: You don't even care if I, fucking, can drive. You'd love it if I got in a God-damned accident, wouldn't you?

Cindy: Yeah, I'd love it. I'd just love it. You're so right. You're so right about everything.

Dean: Huh? That's the point. You don't have any God-damned time anymore. It all goes to this fucking place. And these fucking people don't give a shit about you, do they? Hey!

Dean: [Dean points to his jaw] You gonna hit me? Are you gonna hit me? Are you gonna hit me?

Cindy: No, I'm not gonna hit you. You're the bad guy, not me, asshole.

Cindy: You know what, this is why I don't talk to you. You go from here to here, in no time at all.

Dean: No, this is why, this is why you're talking to me - because I'm here. This is the only reason you're talking to me.

Cindy: [speaking about Cindy's ex-boyfriend] I wish you'd seen him so you wouldn't feel so bad. He's fat.

Dean: What do I care?

Cindy: I don't know.

Dean: What do I care if he's fat or not? What does that mean? Make me feel better?

Cindy: I don't know, 'cause he's a loser.

Dean: What does that have to do with me? Whether he's a loser or he's fat or not. What the fuck do I care?

Cindy: I don't... What?

Dean: What are you saying that for? That it would make me feel better, he's fat? So what? If he's in good shape then I wouldn't, I shouldn't feel good?

Cindy: I said the wrong thing. I'm nervous. Okay?

Dean: What do you mean you're nervous?

Cindy: [stammers] I feel funny. Because you feel funny.

Dean: You're nervous because I feel funny? What does that mean?

Cindy: Yes. I feel like I said the wrong thing. I feel like I shouldn't have said anything.

Dean: Really, that's an option? You run into Bobby Ontario and it's an option not to tell me?

Cindy: I feel like you're upset and I upset you. And I'm sorry. And I said the wrong thing.

Dean: Baby... You do whatever you want.

Cindy: Okay. I'm sorry.

[holds Dean's hand, but he brushes it away]

Dean: Tell me a joke.

Cindy: So there's a child molester and a little boy walking into the woods. The child molester and the little boy keep walking further and further. And it's getting darker and darker. And they're going deeper and deeper into the woods. And the child molester... The little boy looks at the child molester and he says, "Gee, mister! I'm getting scared." And the child molester looks down at him and says, "You think you're scared, kid? I gotta walk outta here alone."

[Dean shakes his head]

Cindy: You don't think that's funny?

Dean: No.

Cindy: I do.

Cindy: Knock, knock.

Dan: [rolling his eyes but gamely playing along] Who's there?

Cindy: The Interrupting Cow.

Dan: The Interru...

Cindy: Moooooo!

Cindy: I hope you dance better than you play tennis.

Cindy: Woah. He does not look like a good guy.

Fred the Fairy Godbrother: Of course not, he's the Wedding Warlock.

[Dark music plays]

Cindy: The Wedding Warlock.

[Dark music plays]

Fred the Fairy Godbrother: Yeah, didn't you hear me?

Cindy: Yeah. I just wanted to see if the music would play when i said...

Cindy, Fred the Fairy Godbrother: Wedding Warlock!

[Dark music plays]

Gavin: Cindy... um... as you know there's a royal masquerade ball this Friday...

Cindy: I know, it's a... it's at the castle.

Gavin: Right, of course you know. You might not want to be seen with me but...

Cindy: Well, I'm standing with you now, aren't I?

Gavin: Right, but would you want to be standing by me at the... no, of course you wouldn't...

Cindy: I wouldn't?

Cindy: [Leaving a message for Fred in a frantic, rushed voice] Fred, Cindy here. I'm in the middle of the biggest romatic crisis of my young life and my entire existence depends on you returning my call!

[pauses for breath]

Cindy: Bye.

Cindy: There's a lady in a dirty nightgown that I see in my dreams. She's standing in front of my mom's bed.

Cindy: Girls have to do everything. Boys are totally clueless when it comes to sex. It starts with them trying to unhook our bras, fumbling around, and it never changes. Wait until they try to put their dick into you.

Diana: Please don't say they need help with that.

Cindy: Always.

Leonard Marliston: Cindy, come on, I think it's important in time like this, we offer each other some support.

Cindy: I'd like to offer the killer's ass some support... in the fucking electric chair.

Cindy: This is Ben's pathetic concept of cool, is to pretend he's not afraid.

Ben: Well hello Cindy Freud, what's your concept of being cool, Doc? Banging the whole entire senior class starting with A?

Leonard Marliston: Ben, I know you have a very different point of view on this tragedy, so go ahead.

Ben: Well, I would like to know if this killer removed any body parts or sexually defiled any orifice of the victim.

Cindy: You're tragically sick.

Ben: I wanna know because if he didn't, this loser deserves a thumbs down!

Heather: How can you be so insensitive?

Ben: Oh what, when you're like Mother Teresa? You're the one who told him to drop dead.

Dylan: You're only fooling yourself with this display of indifference.

Ben: Hey jackhole, you're not playing DeathQuake now, *this* is the real world!

Dylan: Fuck you.

Lily: Hey, did you see it?

Cindy: I'm speechless!

Lily: It's actually kinda sad.

Cindy: Kinda sad? It's tragic! What they're doing to these poor animals...

Lily: What are you watching?

Cindy: Discovery. What are you watching?

Lily: Bobby Bishop.

Cindy: Oh!

Cindy: [talking about Linda] But she doesn't even smoke!

Lily: That's what I'm saying! She just started today! See how weird?

Cindy: He won't come in here, this is the ladies' room!

Lily: But he told a model on my television that he wanted to fuck her, you don't think he's gonna come into the ladies' room?

Cindy: Shauna, we gotta stay together. We stay together, we stay safe.

Shauna: Yeah, that's what they said in Jonestown.

Shauna: Did you find anything?

Cindy: Janet Jell-o.

Shauna: You can't just go in there. You don't even know what it is.

Cindy: What's the worst it could be?

Shauna: I don't know. It could, like, be the Gates to Hell or something.

Becky: The Gates to Hell?

Shauna: Yeah, like a hole in the ground that leads right to Satan.

Cindy: You're thinking about a singles bar.