Debbie Quotes in Max Havoc: Curse of the Dragon (2004)

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Debbie Quotes:

  • Debbie: When you come to "GLUAM", be sure and visit all the villages of the island, like I have!

  • Griffin: Hi. Sorry to bother you. We're animal trappers and we're lookin' for wolves. Relocating the damn things.

    Debbie: Well, i'm no wolf, but i've been called a fox in my time.

    [she giggles]

    Griffin: [fake laugh] Ha ha ha... so no wolves?

    Debbie: No.

    [she hides the bowl of dog food behind her legs]

    Griffin: Hmmm. Got pets, huh?

    Debbie: Oh yes. Well, thanks for stopping by. I'll keep my eyes pealed.

  • Larry: Debbie - can I call you Debbie? 'Cause, um, I felt a connection when I entered this office, and I don't know if you did too.

    Debbie: I didn't feel a connection.

  • Ozzie: O great and powerful Steve! What do you want?

    Verne: I-I don't think it can speak.

    Debbie: [From other side of hedge] I heard that, young man!

    [Others are shocked; Ozzie plays dead]

    Debbie: You get over here right now!

    Hammy the Squirrel: Okay.

    Verne: Hammy, get back here.

    Hammy the Squirrel: But Steve is angry.

    Verne: I think it came from the other side of Steve - I mean, the bush. I mean... Geez!

  • Lenny: [Quoting lines from "A Streetcar Named Desire"] This is my *goddamn* house, and I'll talk any *goddamn* way I want to!

    Debbie: Now, Stanley, there's no cause to use such language to Blanche!

  • Debbie: [yelling to Eric after he falls off a cliff in his wheelchair] Swim to the side Eric! Swim!

  • Eric Cruise: [spinning a flower in a soda can straw] Maybe these are just flowers?

    Courtney: How about a spaceship?

    Debbie: Great.

    Michael Cruise: Yeah, and then we have a close encounter of the third kind.

  • Peter Gaulke: Bears are a proud people, although they're not people per-say. They're animals. Bears derive their name from a football team in Chicago. Bears have been known to attack man, although the fact is that fewer people have been killed by bears than in all of World World I and World War II combined. Brown bears bloves fishing. Brown... Brown bears bloves... God, why am I having so much trouble saying brown...

    Fred Wolf: Maybe it's the two b's in brown bears. Try something different.

    Peter Gaulke: I got it. I'm ready. Okay. Red bears love fish.

    Debbie: [walking into room] Pete, you're late for your meeting with Lawson down at KPIP.

    Peter Gaulke: Deb, we're in the middle of a recording session. So every fucking thing you say is going down on tape.

    Debbie: Oh, right, like you guys ever care about that crap?

  • Eliza: I told them about my powers, and I lost them.

    Debbie: You did that for me?

  • Eliza: I need to talk to mom and dad.

    Debbie: You can talk to me! And pretend that I'm listening.

  • [Eliza's father is filming his nature show, surrounded by baboons, and behind him Eliza is seen scrambling down a hill as Debbie chases her]

    Debbie: [shouts] I am NOT going to live the rest of my life with a BIG PURPLE BUTT!

    [she scares half the baboons away]

  • Debbie: But can't you, like, make elephant noises or something?

    Eliza: Debbie, I can't talk to them! How can I help them?

  • Debbie: Donnie, now is not the time for the wedgie dance!

  • Debbie: C'mon, I'm not in the mood! Huh, oh, great, I'm turning into mom!

  • Cordelia Thornberry: Deborah, does your sister always...?

    Debbie: Talk like a monkey? Dress like a geek? Yeah. You get used to it.

  • Debbie: [Debbie climbs onto the motorcycle and then a baboon wiggles its bottom in her face] That is *so* wrong!

  • Eliza: [Sloan holds Debbie captive, after discovering she's related with Eliza] LET HER GO!

    Sloan: Certainly, if you tell me who is your source of information.

    Eliza: I told you, there's no one, I... I just guessed all of that stuff, the fence, and the explosives and...

    Sloan: I NEVER MENTIONED EXPLOSIVES, YOU'RE LYING!

    Debbie: [choking] What's he talking about?

    Sloan: [hold Debbie near a cliff] TELL ME, OR SHE GOES OVER THE EDGE!

    Bree: JUST GET RID OF HER, SLOAN!

    Eliza: PLEASE! SHE DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING, ABOUT THIS!

    Sloan: WHO TOLD YOU THESE THING?

    Eliza: I CAN'T TELL YOU!

    Debbie: [choked] ELIZA!

    Eliza: STOP! WAIT, I'LL TELL YOU! I know these things, because... I can talk to animals.

  • Debbie: [Debbie and Jim have traveled back in time to 1917] Jim, this is all a big put on, isn't it? Like Fantasy Island, right?

    Jim Ferguson: Come on, Debbie, it's not *that* bad. It's only World War I.

  • Debbie: The subheading reads, 'Brown and Williamson has a 500 page dossier attacking chief critic.' It quotes Richard Scruggs calling it, 'the worse kind of an organized smear campaign against a Whistleblower'. 'A closer look at the file and independent research by this newspaper into its key claims indicate that many of the serious accusations against Mr Wigand are backed by scant or contradictory evidence'.

  • Debbie: I'm not gonna go to the end of the fucking line, who the fuck are you? I have just as much of a right to be here as any of these little skanky girls. What, am I not skanky enough for you, you want me to hike up my fucking skirt? What the fuck is your problem? I'm not going anywhere, you're just some roided out freak with a fucking clipboard. And your stupid little fucking rope! You know what, you may have power now but you are not god. You're a doorman, okay. You're a doorman, doorman, doorman, doorman, doorman, so... Fuck You! You fucking fag with your fucking little faggy gloves.

    Doorman: I know... you're right. I'm so sorry, I fuckin' hate this job. I don't want to be the one to pass judgement, decide who gets in. Shit makes me sick to my stomach, I get the runs from the stress. It's not cause you're not hot, I would love to tap that ass. I would tear that ass up. I can't let you in cause you're old as fuck. For this club, you know, not for the earth.

    Debbie: What?

    Doorman: You old, she pregnant. Can't have a bunch of old pregnant bitches running around. That's crazy, I'm only allowed to let in five percent black people. He said that, that means if there's 25 people here I get to let in one and a quarter black people. So I gotta hope there's a black midget in the crowd.

  • Sadie: Where do babies come from?

    Debbie: Where do you think they come from?

    Sadie: Well. I think a stork, he umm, he drops it down and then, and then, a hole goes in your body and there's blood everywhere, coming out of your head and then you push your belly button and then your butt falls off and then you hold your butt and you have to dig and you find the little baby.

    Debbie: That's exactly right.

  • Debbie: [to Ben and Pete at dinner] Hey, I have a really good idea. Why don't the two of you get into your time machine, go back in time and fuck each other.

    Pete: Who needs a time machine?

  • Debbie: You think because you don't yell, you're not mean. This is mean.

  • Debbie: I gotta go, Sadie might have the chicken pox.

    Jason: I had the chicken pox THREE times. I have no immunity to it.

    Ben Stone: We don't have the heart to tell him it's herpes.

    Jason: It's not herpes if it's everywhere.

  • Debbie: [to Alison] Are you the lady who doesn't realize she's pregnant until she's sitting on the toilet and the kid pops out?

  • Ben Stone: I'd like to be in there with Alison without you.

    Debbie: OK. I understand how you feel, but this isn't up to you.

    Ben Stone: Look, Debbie. You are high off your ass if you think you're coming into that room. If you take one step towards that door, I will tell security there's a crazy chick in a pink dress snatching up babies, ok? So don't even try to come into that room, that's my room now. That little area with the Pepsi machine, that's your area. My room, your area, stay in your area, stay out of my room, back... the... fuck... off.

  • Alison Scott: [to Debbie] What do you think? He's funny, right?

    Ben Stone: [to Debbie's kids] Fetch!

    Debbie: [to Alison] He's playing fetch... with my kids... he's treating my kids like they're dogs.

  • Debbie: Well, what'd you do last Wednesday night when you said you went to see a band?

    Pete: I went to the movies.

    Debbie: With who?

    Pete: By myself.

    Debbie: What'd you see?

    Pete: Spider-Man 3.

    Debbie: Why do you want to go by yourself? Why didn't you ask me to go?

    Pete: Because I needed to get away, you know. With work and you and the kids, sometimes I just need some time to myself.

    Debbie: I need time for myself. I want time for myself, too.

    [Debbie holds back tears]

    Debbie: You're not the only one.

    Pete: It's not that big of a deal.

    Debbie: I like Spider-Man.

    Pete: Okay, so let's see Spider-Man 3 next week.

    Debbie: I don't want to go see it now.

    Pete: Well...

    Debbie: I don't want to have to ask you to ask me. I want you to just come up with it on your own.

    Pete: What? I don't even know what to say. Uh, what do you want me to do?

    Debbie: You just think because you don't yell that you're not mean, but this is mean.

    Pete: I'm not being mean. I'm being honest. You're telling me I need to be honest. Just...

    Debbie: No, you're not. You're lying.

    Pete: I'm doing it because I need to keep my sanity a little bit.

    Debbie: You know what? I don't want you at the house anymore. Okay?

    Pete: Come on.

  • Debbie: He spelled "coming" wrong. Oh, it's "cummi-"... oh, that's gross!

  • [sobbing and thinking about the babysitter]

    Debbie: She is such a prissy little high school cu... cunt!

  • Debbie: [on subject of husbands] You criticize them so much, they get down on themselves, and then they're forced to change!

  • [after looking at Ben's website]

    Debbie: He spelled "coming" wrong. Oh that's "cu... Oh that's gross!

  • Debbie: Who is that guy? Is that Ben's Rabbi? Is he the one that cuts the penis?

    Pete: I think it's Matisyahu.

  • Debbie: So you would do sex with me?

    Flirty Hockey Player: 'Do sex'? What are you, Borat?

  • Debbie: I don't want a turbo penis. I like your medium soft one.

  • Debbie: I don't want to shop at old lady stores. I don't want to go to J. Jill and Chico's and Ann Taylor.

  • Debbie: Who goes to the bathroom for a half hour?

    Pete: John Goodman.

  • Pete: We had sex the other night. You should give me some credit for that.

    Debbie: It's not about credit.

  • Debbie: All of a sudden we're a magnet of negativity. What did we do?

  • Larry: I just figured out what your problem is. You hate Jews! Which is so odd, because your children are Jewish.

    Debbie: Don't play the Jew Card, Larry.

    Larry: I'm not playing any Jew Card.

    Debbie: Seriously? It's used up.

    Larry: You can't use up a Jew Card. That's the whole point of a Jew Card.

    Barry: That's right. You can't use it up. It goes forever.

  • Kirk: This is when you say Hi Molly.

    Dylan: Who are you?

    Kirk: She is Molly.

    Ron: Why is she here?

    Kirk: She came with me.

    Dylan: Did you hit her car or something?

    Kirk: Jesus... No but thank you for asking.

    Dylan: Are you a social worker?

    Molly: Nope

    Dylan: Aw shit are we being evicted?

    Dylan: Are you a hooker?

    Debbie: Dylan!

    Dylan: Or a prostitute I mean?

  • Debbie: She's going to use this.

    [Pulls up turkey baster]

    Wally Mars: What? Shouldn't it be cleaned or something?

    Debbie: Not really. She's going to use some scientific thing, but it's like this.

  • [as they are arrested for their failed bank robbery]

    Oz Peterson: Honey? Honey! I love you!

    Debbie: You quitter! We had hostages!

  • Debbie: [at dinner with Joan and Bernie] Wow, this looks great. You guys really went all out.

    Joan: Thank you!

    Bernie: Well... uh, it's a very special evening.

    Debbie: Are you pregnant?

    Bernie: What- what? Hell no; don't you say no shit like that.

  • Debbie: Bullshit. You don't know what love is. You've gotten everything you have always wanted and now you're feeling sorry for yourself because there's something you want and you can't have it. But you had it! I gave you love. But you asked me to leave and I left.

  • Joan: Tomorrow you know, they're going to come at me like marauding beasts bent on destruction.

    Debbie: Stop it.

    Joan: Deborah, you work in advertising... a civilized business. I on the other hand work with monsters.

    Debbie: You're talking about 5 year olds!

    Joan: Right! and my job is to break their spirit. That is what kindergarten is all about. The Germans invented it, think about it.

  • Danny: Hey, know one thing - I never screwed around on you.

    Debbie: Oh, well, let's just give the boy a medal! I didn't realise it was such a sacrifice.

  • Joan: So, did you have a nice evening?

    Debbie: Yes. And I crawled away in shame.

    Joan: Oh, aren't we a couple of sluts?

    [Both giggle]

    Debbie: I can't believe I slept with him on the first date!

    Joan: It wasn't even a date, Deb.

    Debbie: [rolls eyes] Thank you.

    [pauses]

    Debbie: I tell you, though. I couldn't help myself, because he is *so* gorgeous.

    Joan: But can he type?

  • Joan: Oh god, Pat's going in for the kill. Oh my! That was a nice turn.

    Debbie: With just a hint of giddiness.

    Joan: Her big move should be coming up any moment. The combination hair flip with a giggle.

    Debbie: There is a 3.2 level of difficulty here. Joan let's see if she can pull it off.

    Joan: This is it... this is it... Oh Yes!

    Debbie: Oh Yes! Yes! Oh Bravo! Bravo! 9.0!

  • Debbie: That 2nd baseman's got a really nice ass.

    Joan: I refuse to go out with a man whose ass is smaller than mine.

  • Danny: [asking about Steve] Did you sleep with him?

    Debbie: No, Dan, we were bowling partners.

  • [about a workshop on relationships]

    Joan: Men and women - sharing, working out their hate.

    Debbie: I'm sick of hating. I mean, God, Joan. I don't think I have any hate left.

    Joan: Yes you do - you just don't know it.

  • Steve Carlson: I thought we had something kind of special.

    Debbie: No, it was kind of sleazy. And now... it's kind of over.

  • Debbie: This is Joan, my roommate. She specializes in unsolicited attacks.

  • Debbie: Would you stop following me around. I don't want to have to start drinking in the suburbs.

  • [about their ended relationship]

    Danny: I think I thought it was going to be different than it...

    Debbie: than what it was really like? Me, too. Maybe we were just - too naive.

    Danny: Yeah, maybe. Maybe we knew too much.

  • Debbie: You know, they're gonna come at me tomorrow, like savages; marauding beasts, bent on destruction.

    Debbie: You're talking about 5-year-olds.

    Joan: Yes, and my job is to break their spirit. that's what kindergarten is all about. The Germans invented it Deborah, think about that.

  • Debbie: [talking about blowjobs] It's way too much work. Oh my god. Why do you think they call it a job?

    [Debbie and Wendy laugh]

    Debbie: Oh my god. No, this mouth is retired, okay, with the full pension.

  • Anna Riley: I'm gonna miss a lot of things around here. Like Len's endless Howard Stern recountings and of course my Romeo Casanova boy across the way.

    Len: [someone in Casanova's office starts waving a sign] Hey, what is that?

    Anna Riley: I don't know.

    [looks through binoculars]

    Debbie: Who is that?

    Anna Riley: It's Jake.

    Debbie: What's he doing?

    Anna Riley: [He's miming "pick up the phone", she picks up the phone] Anna Riley.

    Rabbi Jacob "Jake" Schram: Hi, Anna? Can, can you see me? Cause I can't see you, I'm just looking at a reflection of myself.

    Anna Riley: Jake, I can see you, what are you doing?

    Rabbi Jacob "Jake" Schram: I've been trying to get up there for the last hour but it's like the frigging Pentagon with that T-Bone guy. So I decided to try Mr Casanova here - by the way his name is Howard. Anyway I've been doing some thinking and there are some things I'd like to talk to you about.

    [Debbie switches to speakerphone]

    Rabbi Jacob "Jake" Schram: Am I on speakerphone?

    All Anna's colleagues: Hi, Jake!

    Rabbi Jacob "Jake" Schram: Hi. Hi. Can I talk to you alone? Can I come over there?

    Anna Riley: No, I think now would be a good time.

    Rabbi Jacob "Jake" Schram: Ok. Well, I've been thinking about some of the things you said and you were right.

    Anna Riley: About what?

    Rabbi Jacob "Jake" Schram: About us. About me, especially about me.

    Anna Riley: So what are you saying Jake?

    All Anna's colleagues: Yeah, what are you saying Jake?

    Rabbi Jacob "Jake" Schram: I'm saying I love you. I'm in love with you. And I've been waiting my whole life for someone like you and I'm not gonna let you go. Please don't go. Anna, I'm not gonna let you go.

    [pause]

    Rabbi Jacob "Jake" Schram: Could we hang up the phone maybe.

  • [Tommy is immitating Marlon Brando from "On the Waterfront"]

    Tommy: I coulda been somebody, instead of just an ice cream truck driver, which is what I am, let's face it.

    Debbie: Who was that, Jerry Lewis?

    Tommy: Jerry Lewis? You thought that was Jerry Lewis?

  • Tommy: No, Jerry is allright. Saved my life once.

    Debbie: What, he was gonna kill you but he changed his mind?

  • Tommy: He saved my life once.

    Debbie: What, he was gonna kill you but he changed his mind?

  • Debbie: I had another bad dream, can I get in bed with you?

    Kay Hilliard: Of course you may.

    [Debbie climbs in]

    Kay Hilliard: There, is that better?

    Debbie: This is the only good thing about divorce, you get to sleep with your mother.

  • Debbie: What makes people fall out of love?

    Kay Hilliard: I don't know, some people just change.

    Debbie: Could you ever fall out of love with me?

    Kay Hilliard: Oh no, this is different.

  • Debbie: I don't think I should go away with you, Mother, but please don't think it's because I fell out of love with you.

  • Kay Hilliard: Buck.

    Debbie: That's it! Buck!

  • Debbie: I'm never gonna get married. Not ever. Even if you paid me a hundred and fifty dollars.

  • [On the way to the locker room, the girls run into creepy janitor Novi]

    Suzie: There's MALARIA in the AREA!

    Debbie: I think it's an anti-social disease!

  • Sid Mehra: Hey, Debbie, why do you hate me so much?

    Debbie: Three years ago I came to Bombay to join our college. I had the right grades but I was late with my application. I didn't get in that year. You know why? Because you took my seat, Sidharth. Your father called a few people and you got the last seat in the batch. I am smarter, I work harder, and I'm more deserving than you, but life has always been easier for you, hasn't it? Bye, Sid.

  • Jean Vereecken: [yelling at Willy] I thought I could count on you, goddamn it! Why did you get that stupid dog?

    Willy Van Outreve: Els was...

    Jean Vereecken: Who's Els?

    Willy Van Outreve: Debbie. Els is her real name.

    Jean Vereecken: I told you not to untie her or take off the blindfold! And no talking!

    Willy Van Outreve: She was hysterical! I had to do something.

    Jean Vereecken: I'll show you what you've done.

    [he turns on the TV]

    Jean Vereecken: It's been on since seven a.m. Radio, TV! On every channel! Talking about that stupid dog!

    Nieuwslezeres: [Debbie's neighbor, on TV] I'll never forget it. He was a real gangster. A voyeur. Nobody's safe anymore. What are they going to do with our Debbie?

    Debbie: Hypocritical bitch! She's always complaining about the music or the dog!

    Jean Vereecken: Shut up!

    Nieuwslezer: We will now show you a composite sketch of the suspect.

    [a police sketch comes on the TV, which looks nothing like Willy]

    Nieuwslezer: He is a tall, thin man of North African descent.

    Debbie: That's typical of that stupid bitch. Always blaming the Moroccans.

    Jean Vereecken: Can you please shut up!

    Nieuwslezer: We are following this story day and night, twenty-four hours a day.

  • Debbie: No Laura, Rachel tells them the truth, not what they want to hear but the actual truth. And I think that's pretty admirable considering the fact that culturally as women we're conditioned to lie.

    Laura: What are you talking about?

    Katherine: Yeah, I've got to hear this.

    Debbie: Alright fine listen, you know how a man if he has sex with like a hundred women he's considered a stud, but if a woman sleeps with like ten guys she's considered a whore, so how the hell does a woman not start feeling like she has to lie with the pressure of that kind of ridiculous double standard.

    Laura: That's not lying , that's just not giving all the information.

    Katherine: That's shady

    Debbie: No that's justification.

    Laura: No that's reality. If me weren't so infantile about confronting their woman's history then we wouldn't have to lie would we, I mean do you know how much easier my last relationship would have been if I didn't have to deal with the did you fuck him questions all the time.

  • Laura: I don't know Deb, is it lying to tell a child that there is a Santa Claus if it makes them feel better about Christmas

    Debbie: I don't know Laura, it is lying about not telling a man about fucking the Raiders if it makes him feel better about marrying you?

  • Debbie: I'm talking about Jack, he's the one that's going to hell.

    Claire: Well maybe I want him to take me with him.

  • Debbie: I think the nicest thing about the film actually is that we get to handle guns, and I had never done that before.

  • Debbie: If you want, I'll show you me fanny.

    Billy: Nah, I'm all right.

  • Billy: So what about your mother? Does she have sex?

    Debbie: No, she's unfulfilled. That's why she dances.

    Billy: She dances instead of sex? Your family's weird!

  • Debbie: Dad did it with this woman from work but they don't think I know.

  • Debbie: What's your name?

    [silence]

    Debbie: I'm sorry, was that a difficult question?

  • Doctor: It was smart of you to tell him you were pregnant.

    Debbie: Yeah, most men run when they hear that.

  • [first lines]

    Debbie: It scares us just thinking about it. When you hear it, you're gonna think we're insane.

    Ed Warren: Try us. Please, from the start.

  • Andy: How do we do it?

    Debbie: Well, first we take our clothes off, and then you get on top of me or I can get on top of you.

    Andy: I know how to do it. I mean, how do we do it in a hammock?

    Debbie: [undressing] Well, uh, I think you can figure something out.

    Andy: I'll think of something!

  • Debbie: Hey, the van's on fire!

  • Mrs. Sanchez: Yes?

    Chris: Hi, Mrs. Sanchez. I'm Chris. We've come to pick up Vera.

    Mrs. Sanchez: She is not going!

    [arguing is heard from inside the house]

    Chris: What are they saying?

    Debbie: I don't know. I flunked Spanish.

    [Vera comes outside, happily]

    Vera: Hi, everybody. What are you looking at?

  • Chris: This was my bedroom. It's yours for the weekend.

    Debbie: Great.

    [Chris looks outside the window and sees that the door of the barn is moving]

    Debbie: Chris? I don't mean to be picky or anything, but where's the bed?

    [Chris is still worried]

    Debbie: Chris?

    Chris: Oh. It's right here.

    [she shows the hammock to Debbie]

    Debbie: What's this?

    Chris: It's your bed.

    Debbie: A hammock?

    Chris: You might like it.

    [Chris leaves the room]

    Debbie: Why not?

    [Andy comes in]

    Andy: Where's the bed?

  • Debbie: Please Miss Weathers, it would just be such an honor if I could get a quote from you for my story.

    Gale: All right. Begin quote.

    Debbie: Great.

    Gale: Your flattering remarks are both desperate and obvious. End quote!

  • Debbie: [after shooting Mickey] Two birds, one stone.

    [Sidney continues to sob and gasp]

    Debbie: Oh! Mickey was a good boy, but my God! That whole "Blame-the-movies" motive? Did you buy that for one second? The poor boy was completely out of his mind.

    [Kicks Mickey's body]

    Sydney: And you're not?

    Debbie: No. I'm very sane.

    [Reaches down to pick Mickey's gun up]

    Debbie: My motive isn't as 90's as Mickey's. Mine is just good, old-fashioned revenge. You killed my son! And now I kill you, and I can't think of anything more rational!

    Sydney: You're never gonna get away with this.

    Debbie: Oh, of course I will!

    [Takes out a cloth to clean her fingerprints off of the gun]

    Debbie: Everything's traceable back to Mickey. Including the cop gun he used to kill everybody. But let's just suppose that you had gotten hold of the other cop's gun. And you chased Mickey, and there was a big shoot-out, and a big scuffle. And you shot Mickey! Killed Mickey dead!

    [Throws the gun way over to the stage]

    Debbie: But not before he got off one shot at you! Okay. So, have I covered everything? Are there any questions? Any comments? You know what, though?

    [Sidney tries to run, but Mrs. Loomis points the gun at her on the other side of the column]

    Debbie: Who gives a flyin' fuck, anyway? Let 'em try and track down the second possible killer! Debbie Salt doesn't exist!

  • Sydney: You're as crazy as your son was!

    Debbie: [shocked] What did you just say?

    [Sidney trembles]

    Debbie: Was that a negative, disparaging remark about my son? About my Billy?

    Sydney: No, Billy was a good boy. Billy was perfect, you did a bang-up job Mrs. Loomis.

    Debbie: It's not wise to patronize me with a gun Sidney! Randy spoke poorly of Billy and I got a little knife happy.

  • Debbie: Two birds, one stone. Mickey was a good boy, but, MY GOD, that old "Blame The Movies" motive. Did you buy that for one second? Poor boy was completely out of his mind.

    Sydney: And you're not?

    Debbie: No. I'm very sane. My motive isn't as "90s" as Mickey's. Mine is just good old fashioned revenge. You could killed my son! And, now, I kill you and I can't think of anything more rational.

    Sydney: You're never gonna get away with this.

    Debbie: Oh, of course, I will. Everything's traceable back to Mickey, including the cop gun he used to kill everybody. But let's just say that you have gotten hold of the other cop's gun. And you chased Mickey and there was a big shoot out and a big scuffle, and you shot Mickey, killed Mickey dead. But not before he got off one shot at you. Okay. So, have I covered everything? Are there any questions? Any comments? You know what, though? Who gives a flying FUCK, ANYWAY? Let 'em try and track down the second possible killer. Debbie Salt doesn't exist.

    Sydney: You're as crazy as your son was.

    Debbie: What did you just say? Was that a negative, disparaging remark about my son? About my Billy?

    Sydney: No. Billy was a good boy. Billy was perfect. You did a bang up job, Mrs. Loomis.

    Debbie: Not wise to patronize a mother with a gun, Sidney. Randy spoke poorly of Billy and I got little knife happy. Ha! I was a good mother. You know what makes me sick? I am sick to death of people saying that it's all the parents' fault that all starts with the family. Wanna blame someone? Why don't you blame YOUR MOTHER? She was the one who stole my husband and broke up my family. And then you took my son! You don't know what it is to be a mother, to raise a child and teach him and guide him-...

    Sydney: -AND ABANDON HIM? Isn't Mickey supposed to be dead?

  • Sydney: [referring to who the killer is] Mrs. Loomis?

    Gale: [shocked] What?

    Mickey: BILLY'S MOTHER!

    [Gale turns around and sees Mickey]

    Mickey: Nice twist huh? Didn't see it coming, did you?

    [laughs]

    Gale: [still shocked] Jesus. It can't be, I've seen pictures of you.

    Sydney: Yeah this is 60 pounds and a lot of work later.

    Debbie: [takes off her trench coat] It's called a makeover. You should try it. Look a little tired yourself there, Gale!

  • Debbie: [holding the circular saw on William] I need that fucking key!

  • William: [about rejecting Harold Abbot's request for life-saving treatment] I have family, too, so I can empathize with his argument, but basically, the guy lied on his application...

    Debbie: [interjects] Hey, whoa! Watch it, Will...

    William: What?

    Debbie: Do you think he did that on purpose?

    William: [sighs] All right. It wasn't my job to assess what his intentions were. It was my job to check the accuracy of his claim. Look, everybody thinks we're the bad guys. Nobody mentions the millions of people we help every year without incident, or the millions of dollars we donate to charity every year or all the free clinics we support.

    Debbie: [smiles] Short answers, Will. Short answers.

    [William rises out of his chair and briefly watches the news covering the latest Jigsaw case on his TV]

    Debbie: One more question; who found the error on his application?

    William: [points out to his employees working in the other room] The "Dog Pit."

    [pause]

    William: They work as a team. If there's a discrepancy to be found in an application, the six of them will find it.

  • [first lines]

    Margaret: We're almost there, honey. Just a little while longer and your vacation starts.

    Debbie: I'm getting cold, mother, and hungry!

  • Debbie: I just don't know what to do with you anymore.

    Zachary Blasto: Join the club.

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