Jessie Quotes in Mad Max (1979)

[the gang is holding Sprog]

Jessie: [pleading] Please. Give me my baby.

Toecutter: [feigning concern] Jessie, Jessie, Jessie. You've not got a sense of humor.

[whispering]

Toecutter: You've got a pretty face, though. Awful pretty. Awful pretty.

[brightly]

Toecutter: I suppose you don't need a sense of humor with a pretty face. The only trouble is though, Missy, if you should...

[wiping his face roughly with his hand, then whispering]

Toecutter: lose the face.

Jessie: This rope looks 60 years old. Will it hold?

Gabe: Don't think so.

Jessie: Bad answer.

Frank: Look, in what I do there are sometimes pressures. What the hell do you think that I do? Come on. Come on, every morning I walk in for five months, say hi - what the hell do you think that I do?

Jessie: You sell little fucking cars, that's what you do.

Frank: I wear $150 slacks, I wear silk shirts, I wear $800 suits, I wear a gold watch, I wear a perfect, D-flawless three carat ring. I change cars like other guys change their fucking shoes. I'm a thief. I've been in prison, all right?

Jessie: So what, I don't care.

Frank: So what?

Jessie: Don't tell me.

Frank: So what? I never even told my wife that...

Jessie: I don't care.

Frank: Who is now gone. Did I ever come on to you?

Jessie: No.

Frank: Well you see.

Jessie: See? See what?

Frank: See, I - I am a straight arrow. I am a true blue kind of a guy. I've been cool. I am now unmarried. So let's cut the mini-moves and the bullshit, and get on with this big romance.

Jessie: ...What? I don't believe it. Do you think that I've been waiting for you to come along? What is this shit.

Frank: You think I'm kidding, I can tell. This is strictly on the up and up.

Jessie: Jesus Christ.

Mrs. Knowles: I see on your application here - by the way, you misspelled mail, it's M-A-L-E, the other's what we put in post boxes - I see you put under employer: 1959 to 1976, Joliet State Penitentiary.

Frank: Yes.

Mrs. Knowles: You worked for the state, I take it?

Frank: After a fashion.

Mrs. Knowles: And what did you do at the prison?

Frank: Desks. I, uh, I spot-welded desks, and then I got promoted to shoes.

Mrs. Knowles: You were in charge of the shop?

Frank: Lady, I was a convict, I was doing time.

Mrs. Knowles: You were what?

Jessie: Frank, let's go.

Mrs. Knowles: Umm, you have to understand, we have more applicants than children...

Frank: Then why do you still have kids here? As a kid I would not be falling all over myself to stay in one of these places. We will relieve you of some of the burden.

Mrs. Knowles: But the point is, we establish criteria for parenting, and an ex-convict compared to other desirables...

Frank: Great, so we'll take a kid that's not so desirable. You got a black kid? We'll take a black kid. You got a chink kid?

Mrs. Knowles: You don't seem to understand...

Frank: Nobody likes older kids. You got an eight-year old black chink kid, we'll take him.

Jessie: Frank...

Frank: Wait.

[removes ring from finger]

Frank: If it's a matter of, uh, y'know, here.

Mrs. Knowles: What is that?

Frank: What is that? That is D-flawless, three-point-two karats, emerald cut.

Mrs. Knowles: This is not a marketplace.

Frank: Right. Y'know, you're not smart enough to take this anymore than you are to, to, recognize good parents.

Mrs. Knowles: Get out of my office.

Frank: You did not ask about us. You didn't ask what kind of people we are. There is a child waiting, and you are denying us him, and him us. Who the hell are you?

Jessie: Do you have a license for this?

Jessie: What's going on?

Charlie Carbone: We're in a little bit of trouble.

Jessie: A little?

Mr. Smith: I've been following camel tracks all bloody morning, so lets make short work of this. Where's me moolah?

Jessie: For god sakes! All this over $4,000?

[Charlie chuckles nervously]

Jessie: It's more, isn't it? How much more?

Charlie Carbone: Forty-six thousand more.

Mr. Smith: And every cent of it is mine. Now there are only two ways we can do this, and one of them's a lot less painful than the other. Whare's the money?

Jessie: So it's safe to assume your not on vacation.

Louis Booker: No. Charlie's stepfather is a mobster back in New York, and he had us sent out here to deliver a package.

Jessie: Oh! And you got me in the middle of this?

Charlie Carbone: I am so sorry, Jessie. I never thought this would happen.

Jessie: And you lied to me.

Charlie Carbone: Doesn't get any better than this, Louis. Blue skies. Fresh air. And who even now camels were in Australia? These are noble beasts, my friend. Proud, majestic...

[camel farts loudly]

Charlie Carbone: Oh, come on. Ohh! Ohh!

Jessie: Get used to it boys, camels do that.

[last lines]

Matt: What are you doing?

Jessie: I thought I'd drive you for once

Matt: Okay then... let's go

[after Lucario saves the tree]

James: Looks like everything's back to normal.

Jessie: Which means we're back to being losers.

James: Meowth? Never to be seen again?

Jessie: We're the ones who are supposed to be doing all of the stealing.

James: Did you miss the "never to be seen" part?

Meowth: There they go. All we gotta do is follow them on top of them rooftops.

James: Well, I used to be quite a good gymnast!

Jessie: This is our big chance, I could almost TASTE it! Are you ready ?

James: YEAH!

Meowth: I said I had nothin' to do with it!

James: MAMA!

Jessie: It was their idea!

Ash Ketchum: But Diane, we're not really magicians.

Jessie: Yeah, yeah, sure and, we're not really clowns.

James: This is the best job ever!

Jessie: We just have to throw around paper.

Meowth: And clean manure, whatever that means...

Jessie: How bad could it be? HUH?

Meowth: Hey guys, the old treasure meter's going off the charts!

James: It won't be long now. We'll clean up in more ways than one.

Jessie: That old, crusty crab thinks he's so smart, when we're the ones poised to pocket those diamonds and pearls.

Meowth: Hey, that sounds like a good name for a game!

Wobbuffet: Wobbuffet!

[Jessie, James, and Meowth jump to silence Wobbuffet, then snicker]

Jessie: End of the line Evel.

Evel Knieval: What did you say?

Jessie: End of the line, man.

Evel Knieval: What are you talking about, your suppose to be at the other end.

Jessie: No. I always have been before, but not anymore. Today is my turn, my shot at the glory, I'm making this jump.

Evel Knieval: What are you talking about. Those people paid their pesos to see me jump.

Jessie: No way, man. I'm jumping. I've always known I was better than you. Today I'm gonna prove it. Now you just get out of my way.

Evel Knieval: Hey! You been smoking something? You're high!

Jessie: Man, maybe you oughtta get high! Hey man, Millard wants to kill you and your buddy Will to. You know, he even thinks he's gonna kill me.

Evel Knieval: Why? Why would he do that?

Jessie: Millard only brought you down here for one purpose and that's to take your body back to the United States as cover for about $50,000,000 worth of cocaine.

Evel Knieval: Look, I've got a jump to make...

[Evel gets hit in the head with his helmet and is knocked out]

Evel Knieval: .

Woody: You'll be okay in the attic?

Jessie: Of course I will... Besides, I know about Buzz's Spanish Mode.

Buzz Lightyear: My what?

Jessie: Buzz! We're your friends!

Buzz Lightyear: Spare me your lies, temptress! Your emperor's defeated, and I'm immune to your bewitching good looks.

[Buzz, in Spanish mode, sees Jessie for the first time]

Spanish Buzz: ¡Ven conmigo! ¡Te mostraré las maravillas de la galaxia, y juntos lucharemos contra el despiadado Zurg!

[Come with me! I will show you the wonders of the galaxy, and together we will fight the evil Zurg!]

Jessie: [Buzz plucks a dandelion and offers it to her. Woody pushes through the bushes and Jessie runs to him and hugs him] Woody! Thank goodness!

Woody: C'mon! We're almost there!

[the rest of the toys leave, Buzz, stunned and angry, throws down his dandelion]

Spanish Buzz: ¡El Vaquero!

[Woody jumps on to a train of orphaned Troll dolls. He pulls the brake to try and stop the train before reaching the broken bridge, but they still fall into the canyon]

Jessie: No!

[Suddenly, Buzz Lightyear appears, lifting the train and its passengers out of the canyon]

Buzz Lightyear: Glad I could catch the train!

Woody: Now let's catch some criminals!

Buzz Lightyear: To infinity and beyond!

[Cut to the Potato Heads and the aliens in their car, counting money and laughing evily]

Aliens: [pointing at the sky] Ooh!

[Buzz flies above the bandits and slices their car with his laser. After the criminals tumble to the ground, Woody, Buzz, and Jessie enter]

Woody: Reach for the sky!

Mr. Potato Head: You can't touch me, Sheriff. I brought my attack dog with a built-in force field!

[Mr. Potato Head calls Slinky Dog over with a whistle. Slinky bounces down from the mountains and forms the force field around the Potato Heads and aliens]

Woody: Well, I brought my dinosaur who eats force field dogs!

Jessie: Yodel-ay-hee-hoo!

[the ground cracks apart, and Rex emerges. He roars at the evildoers, but then notices something]

Rex the Green Dinosaur: Huh?

Buzz Lightyear: [a pig-shaped spaceship suddenly appears. Its driver is Hamm, portraying Dr. Porkchop] Evil Dr. Porkchop!

Hamm the Piggy Bank: That's *Mr.* Evil Dr. Porkchop to you.

[Hamm teleports the Potato Heads, the aliens, and Slinky onto his ship. He also pushes a button reading, "Death by Monkeys," trapping our heroes with a flood of plastic red monkeys. As Mr. Potato Head reaches toward a button activating a destructive ray, the scene suddenly cuts to Andy's bedroom. The whole scene actually took place in Andy's imagination, as he plays with the toys and a cardboard spaceship]

Young Andy: [as Woody] Buzz, shoot your laser at my badge!

Young Andy: [as Buzz] Woody, no! It'll kill you!

Young Andy: [as Woody] Just do it!

[Andy shields Buzz's eyes and pushes the laser button. He uses his finger to trace the laser bouncing off Woody's badge, then knocks the spaceship and its evil passengers towards the ground]

[Buzz is back to Normal and no longer Speaking Spanish]

Buzz Lightyear: That wasn't me, was it?

Jessie: Buzz, you're back!

Buzz Lightyear: [confused] Uh, yes, yes I am. Where did I go?

Woody: Beyond infinity, Space Ranger.

[first lines]

[Mr. Potato Head, portraying One-Eyed Bart, jumps out of a train while carrying money sacks]

Mr. Potato Head: [laughs evily] Ah, ha ha ha! Money, money, money!

[Woody lassoes a rope to grab the money from Mr. Potato Head's hands, then trips him]

Woody: You've got a date with justice, One-Eyed Bart!

Mr. Potato Head: Too bad, Sheriff! I'm a married man!

[Mrs. Potato Head jumps onto the train, giving karate yells]

Woody: One-Eyed Betty?

[Mrs. Potato Head chases Woody across the train tops, then uses nunchucks to knock him off. As the Potato Heads look and laugh evily, Woody suddenly reappears, riding Bullseye with Jessie]

Jessie: I think you dropped something, mister!

Mr. Potato Head: Jessie?

Woody: Give it up, Bart! You've reached the end of the line!

Mr. Potato Head: I always wanted to go out with a bang!

[Mr. Potato Head presses a button on a remote, causing dynamite to blow up the bridge]

Jessie: Oh, no!

Woody: The orphans!

[cut to a group of Troll dolls riding the train]

Mr. Potato Head: Hate to leave early, but our ride is here!

[Three aliens drive up in a pink Barbie Corvette]

Aliens: Ooh!

Mr. Potato Head: It's me or the kiddies, Sheriff! Take your pick!

[the Potato Heads jump into the convertible and drive off]

Woody: Ride like the wind, Bullseye!

Rex the Green Dinosaur: Mr. Lotso, do toys here get played with every day?

Lotso: All day long! Five days a week.

Jessie: But what happens when the kids grow up?

Lotso: Well now, I'll tell you.

[Lotso walks over to a wall with class photos from past years]

Lotso: When the kids get old, new ones come in. When they get old, new ones replace them. You'll never be outgrown, or neglected. Never abandoned or forgotten. No owners means - no heartbreak!

Jessie: Yee-haw!

Mrs. Potato Head: It's a miracle!

Mr. Potato Head: And you wanted us to stay at Andy's!

Woody: Because we're Andy's toys!

Lotso: [walks over] So you got donated by this "Andy", huh? Well it's his loss, Sheriff. He can't hurt you no more.

Woody: Whoa! Whoa, whoa whoa...

Lotso: Now let's get you settled in.

Jessie: Woody, we were wrong to leave Andy. I - I was wrong...

Mr. Potato Head: Jessie's right, Woody. She was wrong.

Buzz Lightyear: Prisoners sleep in their cells. Any prisoner caught outside their cells spends the night in the box. Roll call at dusk and dawn. Any prisoner misses roll call spends the night in the box. Prisoners do NOT speak unless spoken to. Any prisoner talks back spends the night...

Jessie: [snappily] In the BOX. We GET it.

[Buzz runs out at Jessie, but Lotso stops him with his cane]

Lotso: At ease Soldier!

Jessie: Buzz! Mind if I squeeze in next to you?

Buzz Lightyear: Yes. No! I mean, w-w-why-why would I mind squee-squeezing next to you? - Is it hot in here?

[the toys are trapped in the incinerator]

Jessie: Buzz! What do we do?

[Buzz takes hold of Jessie's hand]

[last lines]

[while Buzz and Totoro try to repair a cardboard spaceship, Jessie starts playing Spanish music. As a result, Buzz starts involuntarily dancing, and grabs Jessie into his arms]

Buzz Lightyear: [chuckles] I, uh, I have no idea what came over me.

Jessie: Just go with it, Buzz.

[Jessie and Buzz tango to a Spanish rendition of "You've Got a Friend in Me" as the other toys watch]

Jessie: I should have seen this coming! It's Emily all over again!

Jessie: Hogtie the mailman! We gotta get you home before Andy leaves tomorrow!

Buzz Lightyear: That Barbie has nice handwriting!

Jessie: Uhh, Buzz? Barbie didn't write this.

Jessie: You never forget kids like Emily, or Andy, but they forget you.

Woody: [the Prospector's true colours have been revealed] Wait a minute, you turned on the TV last night, not Jessie.

Stinky Pete the Prospector: Look, we have an eternity to spend at the museum together. Let's not start by pulling fingers, shall we?

Woody: You really ARE Stinky Pete, aren't you?

Jessie: Prospector, this isn't fair!

Stinky Pete the Prospector: Fair? I'll tell you what's not fair: Spending a lifetime on a dime-store shelf watching every other toy be sold! Well, finally my waiting has paid off, and no hand-me-down cowboy doll is gonna mess it up for me now!

[Throws his box back into his display case]

Woody: Look Jessie, I know you hate me for leaving, but I have to go back. I'm still Andy's toy. Well, if you knew him, you'd understand. See, Andy's...

Jessie: Let me guess. Andy's a real special kid, and to him, you're his buddy, his best friend, and when Andy plays with you it's like... even though you're not moving, you feel like you're alive, because that's how he sees you.

Woody: How did you know that?

Jessie: Because Emily was just the same. She was my whole world.

[right when the Prospector is out of his box, and is tightening the screw back onto the heat duct]

Jessie: Prospector?'!

Woody: You're outta your box!

Stinky Pete the Prospector: I tried reasoning with you, Woody, but you keep forcing me to take extreme measures.

[Taps his pickaxe onto the remote, turning off the TV]

[Woody flings his pull string onto a point onto the upper point of the nearby wheel of the plane he and Jessie are hanging off like a lasso, and comes up with an idea]

Woody: Jessie, let go of the plane!

Jessie: What? Are you crazy?

Woody: Just pretend it's the final episode of "Woody's Roundup"!

Jessie: But it was cancelled! We never saw if you made it!

Woody: Well, then, let's find out together!

[Both let go, swing like a rope, and land atop Bullseye, still galloping after them down the runway with Buzz]

Woody: [Woody's arm finally rips completely off] Aaaahhh! It's gone! I can't believe it! My arm is completely gone!

Stinky Pete the Prospector: All right. Come here. Come on. Let me see that. Oh, it's just a popped seam. Easily repaired! You should consider yourself lucky.

Woody: Lucky? Are you shrink-wrapped? I am missing my ARM!

Jessie: Big deal!

[shoots a plunger onto a cardboard display of Woody]

Jessie: Let him go! I'm sure his precious Andy is dying to play with a one-armed cowboy doll.

Stinky Pete the Prospector: Now, Jessie, you know that he wouldn't last an hour on the streets in his condition. It's a dangerous world out there for a toy.

[Buster the dog is barking and trying to leave Andy's room]

Slinky: Ah, this fella says he needs to go out back for a little private time?

Jessie: That critter needs help!

[Yodels, jumps onto the small car track, and lands onto the door handle to Andy's room, opening it to let Buster out]

[to Jessie]

Buzz Lightyear: Uh, ma - ma'am? I, uh, um, well, I just wanted to say you're a bright young woman with a beautiful yarn full of hair. A hair full of yarn. It's ah... um... I must go.

Jessie: [brings him back] Well aren't you just the sweetest space toy I ever did meet!

Jessie: You callin' me a liar?

Woody: Well, if the boot fits.

Jessie: Say that again.

Woody: [slowly enunciating] If the boot-tah fits!

Jessie: [after successfully making it off the Plane heading to Japan] We did it. That was definitely Woody's finest hour!

[in the cargo hold of the plane to go to Japan, Woody finds Jessie rolled up in a corner of the green case]

Woody: [deep voice] Excuse me, ma'am, but I believe you're on the wrong flight.

Jessie: [Hugs Woody] Woody.

Woody: Come on Jessie. It's time to take you home.

Jessie: But, what if Andy doesn't like me.

Woody: Oh sure, Andy will love you. Besides, he's got a Little Sister.

Jessie: He does? Why didn't you say so?

Stinky Pete the Prospector: [Woody and Jessie have gotten into a fight over who turned the TV on, waking up Al in the process who'd been holding onto Woody's severed arm] Jessie, Woody, stop this at once!

[gasps as he and his box tip over face down, then Jessie and Bullseye push it up again]

Stinky Pete the Prospector: I don't know how that television turned on. But fighting about it isn't helping anything.

Woody: [angrily] If I had both my arms...

Stinky Pete the Prospector: Well the fact is, you don't, Woody. So I suggest you just wait till morning. The cleaner will come, fix your arm...

Woody: And then I'm outta here!

[Bullseye sulks]

Woody: Oh, no, no, Bullseye, don't take it that way. It's just that Andy...

Jessie: [pets Bullseye and walks away] Andy, Andy, Andy. That's all he ever talks about.

[Woody shows his boot to the rest of the Roundup Gang, with Andy's name on it, much to their shock]

Jessie: [panicking to herself] No, can't go. I can't do storage again, I just can't! I won't go back in the dark!

Stinky Pete the Prospector: [Confrontingly] Jessie, Jessie.

Woody: What's the matter? What's wrong with her?

Stinky Pete the Prospector: Well, we've been waiting in storage for a long time waiting for you.

Woody: Why me?

Stinky Pete the Prospector: The museum's only interested in the collection if *you're* in it, Woody. Without you, we go back into storage. It's that simple.

Jessie: [Frustrated] It's not fair! How can you do this to us?

Woody: Hey look, I'm sorry, but this is all a big mistake. See, I was in this yard sale and...

Stinky Pete the Prospector: Yard sale? Why were you in a yard sale if you have an owner?

Woody: Well, I wasn't supposed to be there. I was trying to save another toy when...

Stinky Pete the Prospector: [Noticing Woody's torn arm] Was it because you're damaged? Hmm? Did this Andy break you?

Woody: Yes, but... No, no, no, no, no! It was... was an accident. I mean...

Jessie: [Unamused] Sounds like he *really* loves you.

Woody: It's not like that, okay? And I'm not going to any museum!

Jessie: Well, I'm not going back into *storage*!

Woody: [after having met the Rest of the Roundup Gang in Al's Apartment] OK I'm officially freaked out now.

Stinky Pete the Prospector: [as the Roundup Gang walk over to Woody] Oh we've waited Countless Years for this day! It's good to see you Woody.

Woody: Listen, I don't know what... hey! How do you you know my name?

Jessie: Everyone knows your name, *Woody*.

[Woody pauses for a moment]

Stinky Pete the Prospector: Why you don't know who you are! Bullseye?

[Bullseye turns up the lights, revealing an entire set of Woody's Roundup Brands with Woody on them. Woody glances at them in amazement]

[Repeated line]

Jessie: Sweet mother of Abraham Lincoln!

[Slinky staring and growling at Bullseye in the eyes]

Jessie: You leave him alone, Springy Dog!

Jessie: [Slinky then traps and ties Jessie and Bullseye around with his spring] Hey!

Slinky Dog: Quick! Grab Woody and let's go.

Woody: [Having dealt with the Prospector] Happy trails Prospector.

[Slinky and the Other Toys struggle to help Jessie and Bullseye out of the Suitcase, who Woody insisted to come along with them, but they're reaching the end of the line]

Slinky Dog: Uh Guys? We could use a 'Lil Help over here.

[Bullseye already managed to get out]

Woody: Oh no, Jessie!

[the Suitcase slips down to the Ground Support Equipment at the Runway below with Jessie in it]

Jessie: [Hanging out from the Suitcase in Dispair] No!

[the driver of the GSE puts Jessie back into the Suitcase, and loads it up]

Woody: [With help off Buzz and Bullseye, parodying his line on Woody's Roundup] Run like the Wind Bullseye!

[the three of them jump out onto the Runway and chase after the Ground Support Vehicle with the Suitcase containing Jessie]

Randolph: Looks like your parents are still up.

Jessie: They're not my parents.

Annie: Jessie, we're getting to the point now where we really need to commit...

Jessie: No front bottoms.

Annie: What?

Jessie: I'm in. Just no front bottoms. That's a sight I reserved for just one man in my life.

Annie: Do you think your husband would mind?

Jessie: It wasn't my husband.

Jessie: Hello dear. I thought I'd bring my journalists to meet your journalists.

Jessie: [to Lawrence] Come on, Sugden, it's your own time you're wasting.

Jessie: [to the other calendar girls] I was his junior school teacher.

Check-In Stewardess: I'm sorry ladies, but I'm afraid you've come to the wrong desk.

Jessie: I have asked four people. Each of them has said we could check in for a flight to Los Angeles at *any* desk. We have queued for twenty minutes in the *only* queue and were directed to *your* desk by *your* representative. Where *precisely* have we gone wrong?

Cora: I'm surprised they printed it.

Jessie: It's probably all over the internet by now.

Annie: By the sound of it, most people have seen it already.

Chris: Lots of people have photos taken with their tops off on holiday in Ibiza don't they?

Ruth: It probably just came as a slight shock Chris, what with the previous fifteen photos being of flower arrangements.

Jessie: One moment the dressing gown was on, the next it was just me and the hat.

Jessie: What we must ask ourselves is this: what is the difference between this and the Venus de Milo?

Celia: Oh, I love quizzes. The cooker?

[Sara comes in Lavinia's room to clean out the fireplace where]

Lavinia: I hear you're being punished.

Lavinia: [to Jessie] Do you think we ought to offer her a chocolate?

Jessie: You might let her smell them.

Lavinia: Miss Minchin surely couldn't object to that. Would you care to?

Sara Crewe: I don't want to smell them and I don't want to eat them, thank you.

Lavinia: You don't? Why not?

Sara Crewe: I've had much nicer things than chocolate this morning.

Lavinia: [giggles at this] Listen to the princess, pretending again.

Sara Crewe: I'm not pretending. I had the most wonderful things to eat that anyone ever had.

Lavinia: [frowns] Why you little liar! You haven't even had breakfast!

Sara Crewe: Pardon me, but I really have; and if you'll excuse me for saying so, it isn't polite to call people liars.

Lavinia: How dare you talk back to me!

Sara Crewe: [sarcastically] Tsk, tsk, tsk. Was I doing that? My goodness!

[Sara dumps ashes all over Lavinia and Jessie as they scream]

Sara Crewe: [runs off laughing] So sorry!

Lavinia: [shouts and sobs] YOU WAIT TILL I TELL MISS MINCHIN ON YOU!

Maurice: For most men, a woman's body is the most beautiful thing they will ever see.

Jessie: What's the most beautiful thing a girl sees? Do you know?

Maurice: Her first child.

Jessie: I haven't got anything to wear.

Maurice: I can't think of anything more enraging, my dear.

Maurice: This other man, the other man who loved you, was he not kind to you?

Jessie: He was kind, for a time. He promised me things. He bought me stuff. We had champagne and there were roses.

Maurice: Then you got pregnant.

Jessie: Does everyone know?

Maurice: It's happened to girls before.

Jessie: Then... then he stopped being kind. He went the other way. A long way that way. He were engaged. I didn't know. It wasn't a miscarriage. My mum called it that. It were an abortion. And she made me.

Maurice: Terrible.

Jessie: Yeah. Yeah.

Maurice: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer's lease hath all too short a date: sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, and often is his gold completion dimm'd, and every fair from fair sometime declines, by chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd, but thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, when in eternal lines to time thou grow'st, so long as men can breathe, and eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee."

Jessie: [after their fight] Why didn't you tell me you were having an operation?

Maurice: I didn't want to cheer you up.

Maurice: I'm impotent, of course, but I can still take theoretical interest.

Jessie: Have you been thinking about me?

Maurice: All the time I was in the hospital.

Jessie: What do you think about me?

Maurice: Your hair, your feet, your legs, your behind, your eyes...

Jessie: My eyes?

Maurice: [dreamily, reverentially] Your elbows... your cunt...

Jessie: Oh shut up...

[long pause]

Jessie: You can touch my hand.

Maurice: I will die soon, Venus. Can I touch your hand?

Jessie: That's one chat-up line I haven't heard.

Maurice: I'm impotent, of course.

Jessie: Thank Christ.

Maurice: But I can still take a theoretical interest.

Jessie: Have you been thinking about me?

Maurice: All the time I was in hospital.

Jessie: What did you think about me?

Maurice: I saw your body.

Jessie: Which part?

Maurice: Your hair. Your feet. Your legs, your behind, your eyes.

Jessie: My eyes?

Maurice: Your elbows. Your cunt.

Jessie: Oh, shut up. You can touch my hand.

[he kisses her hand]

Jessie: Only with your fingers. Anything else will make me vomitous.

Maurice: Can I ask you, have you ever been in love before?

[she smiles]

Maurice: My dear, would you pass me my trousers?

Jessie: What is that?

Maurice: A catheter.

Jessie: Oh, my God!

Maurice: I think it's leaking.

Jessie: I don't want it on my shoes! You're always dripping, Maurice.

Maurice: Oh, hold on.

Jessie: There's always bits of you where there shouldn't be!

Maurice: Venus. You look like a movie star.

[kisses her neck]

Maurice: Is there an old man odor?

Jessie: Not so much this evening.

Maurice: I wonder why.

Jessie: You can kiss my shoulders.

Maurice: Can I?

Jessie: Three kisses. Three, I said! And no licking and burping, you dirty, filthy, little shithead.

Maurice: [chuckles] Oh, you please me.

Jessie: And you me.

[he fondles her breasts; she hesitates, then punches him in the groin]

Maurice: Steady! Steady! I'm just out of intensive care.

Jessie: You ask for it, Maurice. You know you do, with your forwardness. Do you believe in anything, Maurice?

Maurice: Pleasure, I like. I've tried to give pleasure. That's all I'd recommend to anyone.

Jessie: You've made me sticky with your slug tongue. I think I'll have a bath.

Maurice: Well, well. I think I'll run it for you.

Jessie: [Mark's having a nightmare where zombies are surrounding the house] Mark, what do they want?

Mark Bannister: They want... to stay here!

Jessie: Oh Mark, why?

Mark Bannister: I don't know. Maybe we're in some vacation guide for the damned.

Jessie: Claudia, I... What are you doing?

Claudia: Making a list of potential husbands. There are plenty of former suitors just waiting to sweep me off my feet.

Jessie: Ranked in financial order?

Claudia: One has to know what one is getting into.

Jessie: What's the asterisk for?

Claudia: Over eighty.

Claudia: [spray painting Claudia's shoes] Those are pumps from La Don!

Jessie: [spray painting designer clothes] Now I want you to get your gold diggin' lily white ass OUTTA... MY... HOUSE!

[notices the fur coat Claudia's holding]

Jessie: Oooooo!

Claudia: [running from the room] NOOOOOOOOO!

Jessie: [on the phone] I'm calling for Trenton, New Jersey. Dr. Jack Penix! WITH AN X!

Jessie: [Through the locked bedroom door] Oh, Claudia...

Claudia: Uh, I'm not decent.

Jessie: [kicks the door open, revealing a wild, scary look yet calm demeanor] Tell me something I don't know.

Jessie: [grabbing cans of spray paint and heading upstairs] Oh, SIS! Jesse's got a surprise for you!

Jessie: Kill off all my demons, Roy, and my angels might die, too.

Roy: Hold on there Ilya, don't tell me that you miss the USSR? I mean the USSR was a dark evil empire.

Grinko: Maybe so. But then we were people living in the darkness, now we are people dying in the light. Which is better? When it was USSR a man lived until 65 years, now it is 58 years. I know this fact very well, I am 58. In Russia now we say there are only 2 kinds people, those who leave in private jet, and those who leave in coffin.

Jessie: Which are you?

Grinko: I'm too old to leave. Just do my job.

Jessie: [to Roy, about him trying to get her to stop smoking] Kill off all my demons, Roy, and my angels might die too.

Jessie: Hey, you bald-headed prick! Don't you ever get caught on the take. Because if you wind up in any joint I'm in, you'll leave feet first.

Jessie: Come on. Let's pay our respects to the grieving widow before she falls flat on her face, drunk.

Jessie: That's the whole show?

Adam: Yes, unless you want to tell the Pee Wee Grogan story again.

Jessie: Aww shit, anybody embarrassed about doing time is a goddamn snob. You do your time nice, don't rat anybody out, never take it in the ass, what's there to be embarrassed about huh?

Madeline Foster: My father only liked to see me when I was perfect.

Jessie: Who the hell is perfect?

Madeline Foster: Exactly.

Avery: [to Jessie] What are my chances of getting out of this?

Jessie: [to Alan] Lie to Him

Alan: [to Avery] Pretty good!

Jessie: How'd it go?

Eddy: Like a Greek watch.

Jessie: [hands out items to gang] Books... binoculars... RyKrisp.

Alan: RyKrisp?

Jessie: Birdwatchers *love* it!

Jessie: No one ever really goes away. Not completely. Because they live in our minds, and in our hearts

Jessie: [from trailer] Why do you have all these pills, Cody?

Cody: I don't like to sleep.

Jessie: Most of these young girls today don't know their cooch from a hole in the wall. See, that's why I dress... and rest, cause love don't live here anymore.

Jessie: What's wrong with wanting to be the best you can be? What's wrong with wanting to be perfect? What's wrong with wanting to be loved?

Tom: I saw you.

Jessie: Saw me what?

Tom: In the bath...

Jessie: Yeah?

Tom: What were you doing?

Jessie: What do you think? I got in and he got out.

Tom: That's not what i saw.

Jessie: Well, that's all it was.

Tom: Where were you?

Jessie: It's a pretty weird thing you're suggesting, if you're saying what i think you're saying. I haven't told you to f@ck off or anything, which i probably should've. Nothing happened, OK? I'd tell you.

Tom: You couldn't.

Jessie: Yes, i could. You OK now?

Jessie: Carly, look at me, okay? Scott died protecting us. We need to keep ourselves alive, or it was for nothing. Okay? We're all in this together, Carl. Come on.

Carly: [whimpering] I want him back.

Jessie: I know, I know. Carl, look at me, okay? Look. We're gonna stay alive. We're gonna get out of this. We're gonna get out of these woods, we're gonna find the police and we're gonna make sure those motherfucks are punished for this. Okay?

Jessie: Hey, what's your name?

Chris: Chris Flynn.

Jessie: You hurt, Chris Flynn?

Chris: No, I'm fine.

Jessie: Good.

[throws a bag at Chris]

Jessie: 'Cause you're the mule.

Jessie: Whoa, wait guys, this road isn't on here.

[points to map]

Carly: That's because we don't have the redneck world atlas.

Chris: [pulling over a branch] Can you hold this?

Jessie: Why?

Chris: 'Cause we're gonna knock this fucker outta the tree!

[Jessie opens her eyes after sleeping and sees one of the cannibals coming at her]

Jessie: They're here!

[they both freak out for a second]

Chris: No. No, they're not. You were dreaming.

Jessie: I wish.

Evan: Why don't we just wait for someone else to come along?

Jessie: [indicating Chris] What, like Speed Racer here?

Jessie: [Chris opens the screen door of a house] Hey, hey, hey. What're you doing?

Chris: I was gonna see if they had a phone. I mean, you guys can wait out here if you want.

Jessie: You can't just go barging into someone's house like that.

Scott: Yeah, 'cause, you know, I'm just thinking West Virginia, trespassing, not a great combination.

Carly: Look, I need to pee.

Scott: Well, I need to remind you of a little movie called Deliverance.

[last lines]

Sheriff Pruitt: Miss Laurent, are you all right? Miss Laurent!

Jessie: It's Jessabelle.

Jessie: [as she attempts to answer the phone call made to distract her while Mikey does his thing] Is this some kind of joke?

Jessie: Nothing will bring him back! Nothing! Eli!

Jessie: You're an amazing artist, Eli. Are you self-taught?

[Eli stays silent]

Jessie: I was sorry to hear about your brother. I really was. I didn't know him, but I hear he was well liked. I know what's it's like to lose a sibling. I lost my sister to cancer five years ago. What is it between you and those others? They're very frightened. You know, these pictures depict some very violent things. You know, sometimes we use art to express the pain we're feeling inside. Some people eat too much. That's what I do. Obviously. Just tell me what's bothering you. Cause, Brandon was saying that he was worried that you were going to do something to hurt them and he was protecting himself. Eli, if this is it, then I need to send those kids home. There's no reason to keep them here.

[he doesn't say anything]

Jessie: Then wait outside. I'll have your mother pick you up. Eli.

Eli Driggers: They killed my brother.

Jessie: Who?

Eli Driggers: All of them.

Jessie: Eli, that's a very strong thing to say. Listen, if, if, you haven't been taking your medications...

Eli Driggers: [yelling] I'm taking my meds!

Jessie: I don't know why he would ask you to talk to me.

Jessie: You don't know anything?

[Nick nods his head 'no']

Jessie: He has fresh bodywork done to his truck.

Nick: I - I - I - I think he may have hit a deer or something.

Addison: How long ago?

Nick: One? No, er - two weeks ago?

Jessie: Nick, someone you know was killed by a hit and run driver. That boy, no matter how screwed up you think he is, lost a brother. If you know something, you have a duty, a duty to say something.

Nick: I don't know anything.

[first Lines]

Trish: Here we are on the way home, we're going to the airplane.

Jessie: Woo home, do you really have to tape everything?

Trish: Yes, I do.

Jessie: Ok um. Maybe you should buy your own camera.

Trish: Um why would I do that when I can use yours.

Jessie: Right, like you do with the rest of my stuff.

Trish: Exactly!

Lois: As soon as we start we're need you to turn the camera off, and turn it back on once were in flight.

Jessie: No don't tell her to turn it back on!

[Lois smiles and laughs and then walks away]

Jessie: You're neat.

Cassie: No, I'm not.

Jessie: Yeah, ya are.

Cassie: ...shakes head...

Jessie: Yeah, ya are.

Jessie: You're weird ya know?

Jessie: I got it from a book. You know, a boo-ook?

Jessie: [Catching on at last] Oh my God you are crazy!

Jessie: I'm afraid if you take the acid now, you won't be able to drive me to the bus station.

Jessie: And we got him a marble headstone. It had his name on it, and underneath, we had them put, "In the Fullness of His Years." Is that all right with you?

John Russell: I'll settle for that. I'm not on the slab.

Jessie: Well, what do you figure yours is going to read?

John Russell: "Shot Dead," probably.

Jessie: Don't people take to you, Mr. Russell?

John Russell: It only takes one who doesn't.

Jessie: That soldier would have helped you and you know it.

John Russell: I didn't ask for any.

Jessie: He didn't even have a gun.

John Russell: That's his business he don't wanna carry one.

Jessie: It takes a lot to light a fire under you, doesn't it.

John Russell: If it's alright with you, lady, I just didn't feel like bleeding for him. And even if it isn't alright with you.

[Grimes has just delivered an ultimatum to Mendez and the others]

John Russell: Hey. I got a question. How are you planning to get back down that hill?

Grimes: Now you wait a minute! I'm getting back down the same way I came up! (Begins running back down the hill. Russell shoots him as he is running)

Jessie: [as Grimes crawls away after being shot] Cicero Grimes, meet John Russell.

John Russell: The dead are dead. You ought to bury them.

Jessie: I'm sure that's good advice. Trouble is, Mr. Russell, I think you feel the same way about the living.

Billy Lee Blake: [Notices Jessie standing by Braden's body after Russell kills him] Uh, Jessie; you want something to cover Braden up?

Jessie: [Shaking her head ruefully] No, just let him lie there.

Jessie: [noticing Braden with Grimes' gang] Frank, what are you doin'?

Braden: Goin' bad, honey.

Braden: Hey, what's going on?

Jessie: I'm moving you out. I want you to take your socks, your cigar stubs, your long johns, and your nickel-plated sheriff's badge, and amble back down the hall to your own room.

Braden: I like it here.

Jessie: Can't quite remember how you got squatter's rights in here, anyhow. Seems to me you came by one night to ask for an extra blanket and stayed a year.

John Russell: Glad to buy you dinner.

Jessie: There's a lot of men who'll do that, Mr. Russell.

John Russell: Well, I'd just as soon make it breakfast.

Jessie: My God you smell.

Brooks Durham: I didn't have to tell you, Jessie.

Jessie: Oh yes you did because you knew I'd find out. What you didn't have to do was steal his money, brand him, and turn him into an animal.

Brooks Durham: I thought he was a thief.

Jessie: And what were you?

Brooks Durham: Jessie, I want you to be the first to know I'm going to find him and give him his money back.

Jessie: And what about the brand? Will you just peel that off?