Jack Bensington Quotes in The Food of the Gods (1976)

Morgan: When I swear out charges with the district attorney, I'll know who to name.

Jack Bensington: What the hell are you talkin' about?

Morgan: Second-degree murder, I guess that's what they'll call it. My friend was killed by your wasps yesterday afternoon.

Jack Bensington: They're not my wasps!

Morgan: Well if you own the stuff that made them grow, I guess you're liable for whatever they do.

Jack Bensington: You know about the food the Skinners have up here?

Morgan: Yeah, a little.

Jack Bensington: Well, I can tell you right now if you're entertaining any intention of becoming involved, you're too late. My company controls all rights.

Morgan: Well then maybe it's not Mr. Skinner I want to see after all, is it?

Lorna Scott: You don't care about anybody but yourself, do you?

Jack Bensington: Is that what you think of me?

Lorna Scott: I think you're the most selfish man I know.

Jack Bensington: So why do you work for me?

Lorna Scott: Because jobs for female bacteriologists are just not that easy to find, Jack.

Jack Bensington: So who told you to be one?

Lorna Scott: You're a bastard, did you know that?

Jack Bensington: Matter of fact, I do.

[laughs]

Jack Bensington: [pointing at bubbling fluid from ground] That's what your husband brought us out here for?

Mrs. Skinner: Just like Mr. Skinner found 'er. Just like that one day. At first he thought it was oil and it was going to make us rich.

Jack Bensington: Come on, Lorna.

Lorna Scott: No, wait a minute, Jack, wait a minute. Look at this. I've never seen anything like it. Mrs. Skinner, how did your husband happen to feed it to the chickens?

Mrs. Skinner: Well, when we found out it weren't no oil, there was nothing to do about it, so we fed it to the chicks.

Lorna Scott: Right out of the ground like that?

Mrs. Skinner: No, miss. Nothing'll eat it unless we mix it with chicken feed.

Lorna Scott: And did all the chickens grow?

Mrs. Skinner: Only the baby chicks. Nothing seemed to affect the grown ones. Nothing at all.

Lorna Scott: Nothing happens to the full-grown chickens, is that right?

Mrs. Skinner: Well, they didn't grow none, if that's what you mean. But I didn't say nothing happened to 'em.

Lorna Scott: Well, what did happen?

Mrs. Skinner: They got et... by the real big ones.

Jack Bensington: Come on, Lorna.