Cynthia Quotes in House of the Dead (2003)

Cynthia: [Greg and Cynthia are about to have sex] Wait, what if the others come back?

Greg: I can be quick.

Cynthia: [sighs] What else is new?

Youngblood Priest: [Naked in bed after taking a snort of cocaine] You want a blow?

Cynthia: Are you gonna leave?

Youngblood Priest: Yep. I gotta make a pick-up.

Cynthia: Then I don't want any. Some things go - better with coke.

Cynthia: Will you be back soon? Are you coming back soon, Priest?

Mr. Johnson: What do you mean we're having the bedroom redone? We just had it redone last week.

Cynthia: I'm having it redone... redone.

Mr. Johnson: Should I bother to ask why?

Cynthia: Well, I just read that Sharon Stone is having her bedroom redone in imperial blue. So... I want imperial blue.

Eric: Keeping up with the Stoneses?

Cynthia: Oh! The poor turkey fell down!

Jeremy: Miss Briz! Oh, Briz! Where are you?

Mrs. Brisby: Over here.

Jeremy: [Arrives with bag of string] Well, here it is. I brought the whole nest. There's plenty more where this came from. I've got connections. Hey! Your house is moved. Oh, no! What am I gonna do with all this string?

Mrs. Brisby: You'll think of something.

Jeremy: [sigh] Ah, what's the use. What's a guy like me going to do with a love nest anyway?

[as he starts to leave Jeremy is knocked over by another crow]

Jeremy: Ow! Excuse me, pardon me.

Miss Right: Excuse me, pardon me.

Cynthia: Look mommy. Another turkey.

Teresa: Oh! Auntie Shrew!

Cynthia: Oh, Auntie!

Martin: Oh, no!

Martin: Well, I guess we better untie him.

Teresa: Martin, I don't think...

Martin: Hey! Mom helped a crow in the field the day before yesterday.

Cynthia: He's trying to talk.

Teresa: He looks like a loony.

Martin: He even took her to see the Great Owl.

Teresa: So?

Martin: So this could be the same crow.

Jeremy: That's me! I'm the crow. Untie me quick. I can't stand it!

Teresa: What are you doing here?

Jeremy: Good question, but don't ask. The legs. The legs! The leeegs!

[Falls down]

Cynthia: Aw, the poor turkey fall down.

Jeremy: I'm not a turkey! Your mother...

Teresa: Where's our mother?

Martin: You black buzzard! Tell us where she is...

Jeremy: Stop tickling me!

Teresa: I'll tie you back up...

Jeremy: She went to see the rats!

Teresa: You took our mother to the rats?

Martin: I'm gonna go look.

Jeremy: No! Wait! the rats, good, Stay. They're coming here to move your house where it's safe! Understand? The Owl says they're good and smart! Get it?

Martin: You're right. He's a loony.

Cynthia: [Looking at the Scamboland theme park] Wow. Look at all the lights and lasers. I hope there's a Ferris wheel.

Zack: [Looks at the sign entrance Scamboland] Scamboland? I'll believe it when I see it.

Cynthia: I had a dream last night, the sun was shining and there were flowers everywhere.

Zack: Come on Sis, we'll be late for school.

[Cynthia notices the flower growing out of the cracked brick wall of the building]

Cynthia: Zack look!

[They both look and gasp as they see a spider robot putting in steel plates on the building and painting it, heading right toward the flower]

Cynthia: Oh no that machine is going to crush the flower. We have to do something.

Zack: Stand back Cynthia.

[Zack runs and leaps from the walkway to the building and slips but hangs on the ledge of the building]

Cynthia: Zack! A Scambocop!

[a Scambocop in his hover police drives up to the building and Zack climbs up the building ledge]

Scambocop: Halt do not proceed! You are trespassing in a restricted zone!

Cynthia: Hurry Zack!

[Zack puts the brick in the cracked wall next to the flower and jumps out of the way and back on the walkway. Then the machine cord gets caught in the brick and breaks. Then the spider robot malfunctions]

Scambocop: Central machine breakdown in progress.

Scambocop: [Central speaker] Copy unit 12. Do you need any backup.

Scambocop: Negative Central, Situation under control.

[the paint tank explodes and the paint splatters on his police hovercar]

Cynthia: Hooray.

[the Scambocop clears the paint off his hovercar with his windshield wipers]

Zack: Another flower saved from Mayor Scambolis grasp.

[They both laugh and run off while a giant hologram of Mayor Scamboli watches them]

Cynthia: Hey, John, call me a cab.

John: Okay, you're a cab.

Lisa: We are very rare and we are mostly men.

Janet: Lisa thinks she's hot shit cause she's a sociopath.

Cynthia: I'm a sociopath.

Lisa: No, you're a dyke.

Cynthia: I'd like to quit thinking of the present, like right now, as some minor, insignificant preamble to somethin' else.

Cynthia: I call it the "every other decade" theory. The 50's were boring. The 60's rocked. The 70's, my god, they obviously suck. So maybe the 80s will be like, radical. I figure we'll be in our 20's and hey, it can't get any worse.

Wooderson: Aerosmith, 2 weeks. Don't forget.

[slaps her ass]

Cynthia: I won't.

Tony: [Wooderson has just driven off after hitting on Cynthia] God, that was so creepy!

Mike: Wait, why are you smiling?

Cynthia: [shrugs] I thought he was cute.

Tony: Ugh, that's disgusting!

Mike: You thought he was cute? Do you realize when he graduated we were like three years old?

Cynthia: God, don't you ever feel like everything we do and everything we've been taught is just to service the future?

Tony: Yeah I know, like it's all preparation.

Cynthia: Right. But what are we preparing ourselves for?

Mike: Death.

Tony: Life of the party.

Mike: It's true.

Cynthia: You know, but that's valid because if we are all gonna die anyway shouldn't we be enjoying ourselves now? You know, I'd like to quit thinking of the present, like right now, as some minor insignificant preamble to something else.

Cynthia: After a couple of years no one will even remember

Mike: [after the fight with Clint] I got some good ones in there, right? I mean, you wouldn't say I got my ass kicked, would you?

Cynthia: Oh no, I mean, after a few years, no one will even remember really, who won or lost.

Mike: Right, like when you read about Hemingway and those guys, no one ever talks about who won, just they got in a brawl.

Cynthia: [to Bob] I no like you anyway. You got little ding-a-ling.

Cynthia: Refreshments! Lemonade here - I make!

Bob: That's very nice, darling. Please... go back inside.

Cynthia: Lemonade here - I make! Lemonade for guests.

Bob: No, darling, please.

Cynthia: [snarls viciously and curses in an Asian language] I make chockrit cracker!

Cynthia: Me perform for you. Me sing!

Bob: No, Cynthia, you no perform. They perform, not you.

[Cynthia shouts viciously in an Asian language]

Cynthia: Me perform for you. Me dance too.

Bob: My wife used to be in the, uh... entertainment business.

Cynthia: Yeah. You perform here?

Bob: [waking up from a drunken state of unconsciousness] Hello.

Cynthia: Hello!

Bob: Who are you?

Cynthia: I your wife!

Bob: Guess I'll be going home then.

Cynthia: No! You no going! I coming to. I your wife! See?

[shows him a marriage certificate]

Cynthia: I your wife!

Cynthia: Can I get ya anything? Coffee? Tea? Me?

[Looking through Katherine Parker's wardrobe]

Cynthia: Six thousand dollars? It's not even leather!

Cynthia: Whaddya need speech class for, ya talk fine!

Tess McGill: [pretending to be her boss] I know what I'm doing.

Cynthia: Yeah, screwing up your life.

Tess McGill: No, I'm trying to make it better! I'm not gonna spend the rest of my life working my ass off and getting nowhere just because I followed rules that I had nothing to do with setting up, OK?

Cynthia: Why does it do that?

Tess McGill: Cleaning...

Cynthia: Are you kiddin' me?

Cynthia: Have you vomited recently?

Oz: A minute ago. I was just gonna brush my teeth.

Cynthia: I'll wait.

Cynthia: You really meant it, didn't you? What you said?

Oz: About loving you? Of course! What did you think this was all about?

Cynthia: [shrugs] Sex. I mean, GREAT sex...

Oz: [chuckling] It was pretty good... is that all this has meant to you?

Cynthia: Don't get me wrong, Oz. I like you a lot...

Oz: Well, that's great to hear, but I've got news for you. I don't generally go around risking my life for people who just like me.

Cynthia: Promise me something.

Oz: Anything.

Cynthia: You'll go slow. I haven't made love in five years.

Oz: Neither have I. I've been married.

Cynthia: But he knows I don't want to be married to him anymore, and like I said, he doesn't believe in divorce.

Oz: But murder he's okay with.?

Cynthia: It's what he does.

Janni Gogolack: Expecting a call?

Cynthia: Explain to me how that's any of your business.

[at the bank, Jill proposes double-crossing Jimmy, splitting the money, and running]

Jill St. Claire: What do you think?

Cynthia: I think... I know, that if we did, Jimmy would kill Oz.

Jill St. Claire: So what? Think about it, Cynthia. We're talking about five million dollars each, here.

Cynthia: [realizes] The thing is... I think I love him.

Jill St. Claire: You think? Sweetheart, for five million dollars, you'd better be damn sure!

Cynthia: [smiles] I am. I'm sorry, but... I love him.

Jill St. Claire: You do?

Cynthia: [laughs] Yeah.

Jill St. Claire: [grins back] That's the right answer.

Oz: I swear, I am not gonna let anybody kill you.

Cynthia: Under the circumstances, I think that's probably the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me.

Oz: Thanks.

Oz: All right, maybe he won't come after us. Maybe he'll just let us go.

[Cynthia just looks at him]

Oz: All right, maybe I can talk with him, reason with him. I mean, we're friends now, right?

Cynthia: That's what Harry Lefkowitz thought.

Oz: What happened to Harry Lefkowitz?

[Cynthia just looks at him]

Oz: I don't want to know what happened to Harry Lefkowitz.

Josie Geller: That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that that person is the only person that you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that that it will go away all at the same time.

Cynthia: Damn girl... you are a writer.

Cynthia: [to her childless daughter in law] You can't understand death until you've given life.

Cynthia: You're Matt. The maintenance guy, right?

[Matthew responds in Gibberish]

Cynthia: I need some help in my room.

Cynthia: [Matthew is plunging Cynthia's toilet] When you're done, I just need some help moving some furniture.

[Matthew replies in Gibberish]

Cynthia: I swear to God, Oz. If you look at that monitor one more time...

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: I'll be taking cold showers for the rest of my life?

Cynthia: For starters.

[Oz turns off monitor]

Cynthia: You're afraid of everything, Oz.

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: That is so not true.

[hears balloons pop and ducks under table]

[Jimmy, Oz, and Cynthia, are Lazlo's prisoners; Jill, outside, has Lazlo's son hostage]

Lazlo: [shouting] Where's my son?

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: All right, that's it!

Cynthia: Oz...

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: No, I've had enough!

[suddenly tough]

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: If you ever want to see your son again, you'll let us go right now.

Lazlo: Is that right?

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: Yeah, that's right! And if we're not out of here by eleven o'clock, Jill's gonna put one in Strabo's forehead. Just like Jimmy put one in Janni's forehead. Oh... it wasn't pretty.

Lazlo: [enraged] Give me a gun.

Jimmy Tudeski: [impressed] Not bad, Oz.

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: Thanks.

Jimmy Tudeski: [Jill points a gun at him] You don't have the balls.

Jill: Ha. This coming from a guy who rarely gets it up.

Cynthia: That's funny. He never had that problem with me.

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: Who sent you?

Buttercup Scout: Buttercup Scouts of America.

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: Bullshit. What troop are you with?

Buttercup Scout: What?

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: You heard me. What's your den mother's name?

Buttercup Scout: Carol?

Cynthia: Jesus, Oz! What the hell are you doing? She's a Buttercup Scout.

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: I'm not buying this Buttercup Scout routine, and besides, I think there's something in her hands.

Cynthia: Cookies. Minty Thins. This is Ellen Wasserstrom's daughter. I told her mother I would buy cookies from her.

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: Oh.

[walks away]

Buttercup Scout: Putz.

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: I heard that.

Buttercup Scout: Jag-off.

Cynthia: How the hell do you know where my husband is?

Lazlo: That was simple: LuJack.

Cynthia: Lujack?

Lazlo: In the Poosche.

Strabo: No, Papa. Its... uh... You say LoJack.

[looks at Cynthia]

Strabo: See? LoJack.

Lazlo: I didn't quite hear.

Strabo: Oh. LoJack.

[Lazlo slaps Strabo]

Lazlo: Don't correct me. Don't ever correct me. Do you like getting hit, is that it? You're a freak who enjoys pain?

Strabo: Of course not.

Whitaker: One more word out of you, Cynthia, and you're fired.

Cynthia: Oh, and which word would that be? Asshole? Shithead?

Cynthia: We don't even have money in our budget for coffee filters. We're using a yarmulke!

Whitaker: Cynthia, another word, and you may consider yourself fired.

Cynthia: Uh-oh. Can you gimme a hint? What word? Uh, *asshole*? *Shithead*? Is that - I bet that - is that one word or two though? I never can remember that. Shithead.

Tom: I'll have a decaf coffee.

Trudi: I'll have a decaf espresso.

Morris Frost: I'll have a double decaf cappuccino.

Ted: Give me decaffeinated coffee ice cream.

Harris: I'll have a half double decaffeinated half-caf, with a twist of lemon.

Trudi: I'll have a twist of lemon.

Tom: I'll have a twist of lemon.

Morris Frost: I'll have a twist of lemon.

Cynthia: I'll have a twist of lemon.

Cynthia: We have known you were gay for ages.

Brendan: Why-why wouldn't you tell me?

Cynthia: Why didn't WE tell YOU your sexual orientation?

Marty Phillips: [after shootout ensues and the criminals are apprehended] Anything you want me to tell Jack?

Terry Doolittle: Yeah. You can tell him not to forget our date.

Cynthia: All this is for a date?

Cynthia: [student to teacher] Can you perhaps give me some recommendations for this book report? Whenever I go to the library, I just get so lost.

Harry Bailey: [taken by her sex appeal] Oh, sure.

[he writes down the title of a book]

Cynthia: [reading his recommendation] "The Complete Unexpurgated Works of the Markeese de Sayd.

Harry Bailey: No, no. It's the Marquis de Sade. You see, he was a Frenchman.

Cynthia: He was a pervert.

Harry Bailey: You already know about him?

Cynthia: My high school English teacher already tried to turn me onto him.

Cynthia: Victor, this is my other son, Richter.

Victor: Vic here.

Richter: Hi, I'm the other son. You've heard all about me.

Victor: Yes, I have.

Richter: Thanks for redeveloping my house.

Kristin: Mom, I love Shane!

Cynthia: Bullshit! I love Jesus, but I would never let him do me doggy style.

Cynthia: You have to go after what you want. If you feel that it's too good an opportunity to pass up, and if 20 to 30 years from now it wouldn't make a difference in your life anyway, then baby by all means jump right in. Don't be like this old hag, with a life full of what ifs. Remember, when the universe is knocking on your door, answer it.

Cynthia: This is all my fault. I shouldn't have gone looking for Shane.

Kristin: Not knowing would have been better. But knowing, doesn't change a thing. Not for me.

Cynthia: Kristin, you know, I love you. And nothing's ever going to change that. But is too much. You must end this right now. Do you understand?

Cynthia: I wanted you two to love each other, but this isn't exactly what I had in mind.

Kristin: Where are you going anyway?

Cynthia: Well if you must know, I have a date. A little bit of schmoozing.

Kristin: Who is it this time?

Cynthia: Rob... I mean, Henry. He's a nice guy, you're gonna like him. He makes mean sushi.

Kristin: Yeah? Well tell him to keep his dragon roll to himself.

Cynthia: Kristin, I swear...

Kristin: And don't forget to bring rubber, just in case.

Cynthia: My God! Who are you? You're nasty.

[Puts on lipstick]

Cynthia: There will be no screwing in this family. We're screwed up enough.

Cynthia: I know I haven't always been the best mom in the world, but I love you. Both of you.

Shane: What do you mean both of us?

Kristin: She means... You tell him.

Cynthia: Shane, she's your sister.

Psychiatrist: How are you feeling about this?

Cynthia: I don't know... excited, I guess. Relieved, but mostly scared... Confused. I don't know how he's going to respond to me. I'm afraid of what he might say. There's so much I want to tell him, I wouldn't know where to begin.

Cynthia: Don't be too hard on yourself. We only go through this life once. You have to make the most out of it.

Cynthia: Thank you Lord, for the wind, for the rain, for the sun! Hallelujah for nature! Thank you Lord, for giving this all to us! The sun is so sharp against my eyes. Es un dia hermoso! I'm going to the beach.

Cynthia: You're broke.

Adam Kesher: But I'm not broke!

Cynthia: I know, but you're broke. Where are you?

Cynthia: Do you know somebody called "the Cowboy"?

Adam Kesher: The Cowboy?

Cynthia: Yeah, the Cowboy. This guy, the Cowboy, wants to see you. Jason said he thought it'd be a good idea.

Adam Kesher: Oh, Jason thought it'd be a good idea for me to see the Cowboy. Well, should I wear my ten-gallon hat and my six-shooters?

Adam Kesher: What's going on Cynthia?

Cynthia: It's been a very strange day.

Adam Kesher: And getting stranger.

Cynthia: That is so cynical

Elizabeth Sloane: Cynical is a word used by Pollyannas to denote an absence of the naiveté they so keenly exhibit.

Cynthia: The organ itself seemed like a, a separate thing, um, a separate entity to me. I mean, when he finally pulled it out, and I could look at it and touch it, I completely forgot that there was a guy attached to it. I remember literally being startled when the guy spoke to me.

Graham: So, I don't... I don't understand, uh, what made you want to come here. I can't imagine Ann painted a very flattering portrait of me.

Cynthia: Yeah, well, see, um, I don't really listen to Ann when it comes to men. I mean, look at John, for Christ's sake.

Cynthia: If Ann got freaked out by these, there must be something sexual: are these tapes of you having sex with these girls?

Graham: No, not exactly.

Cynthia: Well, either you are or your aren't; which is it?

Graham: Why don't you let me tape you?

Cynthia: Doing what?

Graham: Talking.

Cynthia: About what?

Graham: About sex... your sexual history, sexual preferences.

Cynthia: What makes you think I'd discuss that with you?

Graham: Nothing.

Cynthia: Hmm. And you just want to ask me questions?

Graham: I just want to ask you questions.

Cynthia: That's all.

Graham: That's all.

Cynthia: Is this how you get off or something? Taping women talking about their sexual experiences?

Graham: Yes.

John Mullany: You're lying to Ann, too.

Cynthia: Yeah, right, but I didn't take a vow in front of God and everyone to be faithful to Ann.

Cynthia: [entering Graham's apartment uninvited and unannounced] I'm Cynthia Bishop

Graham: [looking confused] Who?

Cynthia: [interrupting] I'm Ann Mullaney's sister

Graham: The extrovert

Cynthia: She musta been in a good mood when she said that; she usually calls me 'loud.'

Graham: She called you that too!

Ann: Did he touch you?

Cynthia: No.

Ann: Did you touch him?

Cynthia: No.

Ann: Did anybody touch anybody?

Cynthia: Well... yes.

Ann: Don't tell me... don't tell me... don't tell me. You didn't!

Cynthia: I did.

Ann: You didn't!

Cynthia: I did.

Ann: You didn't!

Cynthia: I did!

Ann: Well, what did he ask exactly?

Cynthia: Well, I don't want to tell you exactly.

Ann: You let a total stranger record your sexual life on videotape, but you won't tell your own sister?

Cynthia: Apparently.

John Mullany: Things are getting too complicated.

Cynthia: No... they're gettin' real simple.

[after doing a videotape, Cynthia is extremely horny]

Cynthia: [to John] Get your balls in the air and get your butt over here!

[after some wild, passionate sex]

John Mullany: Oh, God. You're on fire!

Ann: I brought you this. I knew it was your birthday.

[Hands Cynthia a potted plant]

Cynthia: Thanks.

Barfly: It's a nice plant. Looks like a tablecloth.

Cynthia: I was eight years old, and, um, Michael Green, who was also eight, asked if he could watch me take a pee... And I said he could if I could watch him take one, too. So we went to the woods behind my house. And I got this feeling he was chickenin' out cos he kept sayin' "Ladies first!" So I pulled down my little panties and urinated, and he ran away before I even finished.

Graham: Was it a topic of conversation between you after that?

Cynthia: No! He kind of avoided me for the rest of the summer, and then his family moved away... To Cleveland, actually.

Graham: What a shame. When did you finally see a penis?

Cynthia: Ann, I don't understand why this freaks you out so much. You didn't do it, I did. And if it doesn't bother me, why should it bother you?

Cynthia: You know, I'd like to do it at your house sometime. I must admit, the idea of doing it in my sister's bed gives me a perverse thrill.

Cynthia: You're late.

Evelyn: I'm sorry.

Cynthia: You'll be.

Cynthia: Oh, if we could all just say Pinastri to end our torments.

Cynthia: Are you Ok?

Evelyn: Of course.

Cynthia: Are you sure?

Evelyn: I'm sure. I'm sure don't worry. Everything's fine. Everything's more than fine.

Cynthia: Really?

Evelyn: Really. Everything's fine.

Cynthia: I can still turn a few heads...

Roxanne: ...and a few stomachs!

Ned Merrill: This is Julie Ann Hooper, our babysitter.

Cynthia: Go run along to your babies, dear.

Cynthia: Why don't you, um, come over tonight. For dinner?

Ned Merrill: I'd love to. If Lucinda hasn't made a date.

Cynthia: Lucinda? Well congratulations.

Cynthia: I love Nelson. Just thinking about him makes me want to come.

Cynthia: [revealing her incestuous relationship with her sister, Laura's mother] I understand Judith. And Nelson, well, he is such a wild and uninhibited lover. So passionate, and I just... I desperately want to be wrapped around him when I come.

Cynthia: [after Nelson gets her off] Let me kiss that glazed donut off your face.

Cynthia: [looking up at the vent] Where's Connie and Ed?... Where's Connie and Ed?

Harris: With us!

Ike: Why are the gods so good to us?

Cynthia: Because we love people and we know how good they really are.

Cynthia: [while looking at an obvious mannequin] I thought it was real!

Cynthia: To me, people are people... are people.

Bernie: Oh, I absolutely agree. I mean, without people, there wouldn't be, uh, anybody.

Ward Hill: [last lines - remembering people] When have I ever heard you play?

Cynthia: Don't push it.

Charles Casper Hill: I'm not going to let you throw yours away on some crazy dream.

Owen Cox: Relax with it. Play 'er like you would - a beautiful woman.

Cynthia: This place is FABULOUS! And I don't use the "F" word loosely.

Cynthia: You don't even know me.

Pack: What more do I need to know to know that I want to know more?

[after the bomb incident at Lux Atlantic]

Marianne Taylor: Lisa! Do you have any idea what we've been through? First, there was no reservation.

[smiles forcedly at Cynthia]

Marianne Taylor: Then, our ceiling exploded. I got chunks of plaster all over me. I could get asthma.

Lisa Reisert: I'm so sorry, Mrs. Taylor. Is there anything we can do to make it up to you?

Marianne Taylor: Yes. Start by cleaning house. Get rid of her. She is completely useless.

Bob Taylor: Absolutely. And cheeky, too.

Lisa Reisert: I see. Well...

[she looks over at Cynthia, then to the Taylors]

Lisa Reisert: Here's what you can do. You can fill out a comment card at our front desk.

Marianne Taylor: A comment card?

[indignantly to Bob]

Marianne Taylor: She asked us to fill out a comment card.

Bob Taylor: You want us to fill out a comment card?

Lisa Reisert: Yes, I do. And after you've finished, you can go ahead and just shove it up your ass.

[both Taylors are struck dumb by this sentence]

Cynthia: Yeah.

[as she walks away with Lisa, arm in arm]

Cynthia: You are so my hero.

Lisa Reisert: Let's open the bar.

Cynthia: Champagne?

Lisa Reisert: Oh, anything but a bay breeze.

[last lines]

Lisa Reisert: Let's open the bar.

Cynthia: Champagne?

Lisa Reisert: Oh, anything but a bay breeze.

Cynthia: OK.

Lisa Reisert: I need you to do something for me.

Cynthia: Are you sure you're OK?

Lisa Reisert: Cynthia, please don't ask me again if I'm OK.

[line goes dead]

Lisa Reisert: Something's come up. We need to change Keefe's room. Can you pull up the file?

[plane shakes]

Lisa Reisert: Were going to move him to room 4080, and then I need you to...

Jackson Rippner: [grabs phone] Hello? Cynthia?

Cynthia: [Front Desk phone rings] Got it. Lux Atlantic Resort. This is Cynth...

Lisa Reisert: Cynthia, put me through to Keefe's room!

Cynthia: Lisa, what's going on?

Lisa Reisert: Cynthia, you have got to get Keefe out of that room.

Cynthia: You already changed him.

Lisa Reisert: No, Cynthia. It's got nothing to... Look, I think something gonna happen. You... Listen, pull the fire alarm!

Cynthia: [Confused] What the hell are...?

Lisa Reisert: [yells] Evacuate the hotel! Get everyone out! You have got to go up there now and physically tell them! Tell them that Keefe is a target!

Lisa Reisert: [Screams] Cynthia, Keefe is a TARGET! SOMEBODY'S GONNA KILL HIM!

Cynthia: [Frightened] Oh, Shit! Shit, shit!

[first lines]

Marianne Taylor: Taylor. Bob and Marianne Taylor.

Cynthia: Just bear with me one second.

Marianne Taylor: There are other hotels in Miami.

Cynthia: I'm sorry.

Marianne Taylor: What is the problem? We made these reservations over six months ago.

Cynthia: I know, ma'am, I'm just not seeing it.

Marianne Taylor: Well, where's Lisa? Lisa always takes care of us.

Cynthia: I know, ma'am. She's out of town. Her grandmother passed away.

Bob Taylor: Cynthia, is it?

Cynthia: Yes, sir?

Bob Taylor: Would you get in more trouble if you bothered her or if I called corporate?

Lisa Reisert: Cynthia.

[They hug]

Lisa Reisert: Are you okay?

Cynthia: Yeah, yeah...

Lisa Reisert: Yeah.

Cynthia: Yeah, I mean... I think we had a really good night, all things considered. Just - that one incident, really.

Cynthia: God they totally threw me. They were *such* assholes.

Lisa Reisert: Cynthia, there are no guests who are assholes. Only guests with special needs.