Marybeth Quotes in Hatchet (2006)

Jenna: But we can't just leave him out here!

Marybeth: Then why don't you just run off and go find him.

Jenna: ...That was mean.

Marcus: [about Marybeth] Someone wanna explain why Janey's got a gun?

Shawn: [to Marybeth] Yeah, why do you have a gun?

Marybeth: Why should I tell you, you little con artist?

Shawn: [Telling a story about Victor Crowley at the fake house] Victor Crowley, hatchet face! There was a time where his father went nuts and whacked him in the face with a hatchet one night. It had something to do with him being all ugly or...

[looks at card]

Shawn: something... anyways, he died. They say if you get close to the house, you can still hear Victor Crowley crying for his dad at night...

[lowering his voice]

Shawn: daaaaaaaaddyyy...

[gasp]

Shawn: Did you hear that?

[Gulps and lowers his voice again]

Shawn: Daaaaaaaaaaddyyy...

Marybeth: That's not the story!

Shawn: Well, it is. Just go with it.

Marybeth: That's not even the house.

Shawn: Christ's sake! Will you let me do my job?

[shouts in Chinese; stops, seeing he just went out of character and goes back to Southern voice stuttering]

Shawn: How you like fishing?

Ben: I'm Ben.

Marybeth: [blandly] Mary Beth.

Ben: Marybeth? That's a great name, because it's, it's actually two names. Most people just have one and that's kinda boring. Like Ben. But Marybeth, that's Mary *and* it's Beth. That's a nice coat.

Marcus: [looks at him puzzled]

Ben: So do you have any pets?

Marcus: [smacks him on the back of the head]

Ben: [to Marybeth] Are you enjoying Mardi Gras?

[last lines]

Marybeth: Fuck you!

Vernon: What's up?

Marybeth: Hi.

Vernon: I'm Vernon.

Marybeth: Marybeth.

Vernon: What you doing out here in this bullshit?

Marybeth: I'm not looking for a date, I can tell you that much.

Vernon: Ooh, no disrespect. I'm just trying to be friendly.

Marybeth: I'm sorry. I'm just having a really bad day.

Vernon: Well, what you need to do is turn that frown upside-down.

[plays with Marybeth's face]

Vernon: "Aw, thanks, Vernon. Make out with me." What? On this boat in front of all of these people? "Yeah."

Bob: [smacks Vernon's hand] Don't.

Marybeth: Please. I just want to bury my family. And if I can take out that monster with me, then all the better.

Reverend Zombie: You can't kill him. He'll just be reborn. He's forced to return to the state he was when he was killed. You can't kill a ghost.

Marybeth: Maybe I can't or maybe I can. But I'm going to bury that hatchet into his fucking face!

Marybeth: You know in my world Casey, there were limitless oceans as far as the eye could see. Beautiful, huh? Till it started to dry out. So I escaped, came here, and I met you, all of you, and all of you were different from the others. You were lost and lonely, just like me. And I thought that maybe I could give you a taste of my world. A world without anger, without fear, without attitude. Where the underachiever goes home at night to parents who care. The jock can be smart, the ugly duckling beautiful, and the class wuss doesn't have to live in terror. The new girl - well - the new girl she can just fit right in with anybody. People who are just like her. You see Casey, even Mary-Beth's feelings can be hurt by a bunch of pathetic, lost, little outcasts who truly believe that their disaffected lonely life is the only way they can survive. I can make you a part of something so special Casey, so perfect, so fearless... Don't you want that, Casey?

Casey: I'd rather be afraid!

Marybeth: Fine. Alright. Have it your way! 'Cause this is where your land of fiction gets it right: we win. End of story!

Marybeth: I'm new here.

Stokely: No shit.

Zeke: Yeah, my parents are dead too.

Marybeth: Really?

Zeke: Well, they are still *breathing*, but for all intents and purposes they might as well be dead.

Zeke: This is where I get my equipment.

Marybeth: You borrow it from science labs?

Zeke: I like to think of it as stealing actually.

Marybeth: I'm pretty alien myself today.

Zeke: Now, you, Delilah.

Delilah: No. Her first.

Marybeth: I'm allergic.

Delilah: Yeah, and I'm Portuguese. Who cares?

Stokely: You know, you were right about me. I don't have any friends and I like it that way. Being lesbian is just my security.

Marybeth: Security against what?

Stokely: People like you.

Marybeth: Complex!

Marybeth: What happens at the end of all those stories, Stokely? How does Invasion of the Body Snatchers turn out?

Stokely: They get us. They win. We lose.

Marybeth: Maybe we really win, I mean Stan didn't look unhappy.

Stokely: That's because that wasn't Stan, they took away who he was.

Marybeth: Maybe they just bettered who he was. Cleared away his confusion. I know you pride yourself on being the outsider, but aren't you tired of pretending to be something you're not? I know I am.

Zeke: Answer me something, Marybeth. Why are you naked?

Marybeth: Oh. Does it bother you, Zeke, my body? I'm gettin' kinda used to it myself.

Delilah: Don't you just love how Stokely accessorize with different shades of black?

Stokely: Fuck you gutter-slut.

Delilah: I don't know why you keep being such a bad example for your people.

Marybeth: What people?

Delilah: I hope you're not a violent lesbian like your new found friend, here?

Marybeth: No, I'm not aware of any lesbianism in my lineage.

Delilah: That's too bad Stokely, guess you have to keep looking for Ms Right.

Stokely: Bipolar bitch.

Marybeth: [to a pierced student] I really love what you've done with your nose-ring, it really brings out the color in your eyes.

Marybeth: This is your big secret? Caffeine pills?

Zeke: [puts a rag on top of packages] You never saw that.

Casey: I say we go for the coach. He turned Stan. He's the one. Or do you want to wait for them to come to us?

Marybeth: Either way we're completely unarmed.

Zeke: Maybe not. I might have some more skat. In my trunk.

Casey: In your trunk? In your car? Amongst the aliens? Oh, that's convenient.

Zeke: [Holds up his car keys] You got a better idea?