Mason Quotes in Snowpiercer (2013)

Mason: Order is the barrier that holds back the flood of death. We must all of us on this train of life remain in our allotted station. We must each of us occupy our preordained particular position. Would you wear a shoe on your head? Of course you wouldn't wear a shoe on your head. A shoe doesn't belong on your head. A shoe belongs on your foot. A hat belongs on your head. I am a hat. You are a shoe. I belong on the head. You belong on the foot. Yes? So it is. In the beginning, order was proscribed by your ticket: First Class, Economy, and freeloaders like you. Eternal order is prescribed by the sacred engine: all things flow from the sacred engine, all things in their place, all passengers in their section, all water flowing. all heat rising, pays homage to the sacred engine, in its own particular preordained position. So it is. Now, as in the beginning, I belong to the front. You belong to the tail. When the foot seeks the place of the head, the sacred line is crossed. Know your place. Keep your place. Be a shoe.

Mason: My friend, you suffer from the misplaced optimism of the doomed.

Mason: Wilford is divine!

Novice Punk Nick: Dimitri is a god. I hear he tracked them down to Oregon, and when Rose tried to put up a fight, he handed her ass.

Mason: And what was left of that ass got chewed up by headmistress Kirova...

Rose Hathaway: [Arriving to the conversation and interrupting Mason] Ooh, surely you have something more interesting to discuss than my ass.

Mason: Your boobies?

Mason: You do understand, Rose, that even the walls of a church can't protect a true sinner from a good lightning bolt?

[first lines]

Alice: [interrupting kiss] I'm going back to work.

Devereaux: [takes her place at the table]

Mason: Don't worry, I checked her out.

Devereaux: Scenario: Agent falls in love with girl. Agent runs an op. Girl gets kidnapped. The other guys want to know the agent's source. What does he do? What do they do to the girl, hmm?

Mason: Is there a point to this?

Devereaux: Yeah, over your right shoulder.

Mason: [seeing another agent] Us or them?

Devereaux: How the fuck should I know? Does it really matter? You feel the need for a relationship? Get a dog.

Mason: Body armor is not going to stop a head shot.

Devereaux: Stop these headaches any way.

Mason: [on the cellphone while chasing him] Scenario: Hard target, with a female accomplice, has a 30-second lead on me into a crowded venue.

Devereaux: Mm hmm. Tell me about your target.

Mason: Male. Old. Used to have skills.

Devereaux: Used to, huh?

Mason: Yeah, he probably thinks he still does. Yeah, he's arrogant. Confident he'll evade. He's already made his first mistake.

Devereaux: You really think six agents are going to do it? Hmm?

Skipper: Higher mammal! We shall require use of your opposibles!

[Phil curses in sign language]

Mason: Phil! I ought to wash your hands out with soap.

Alex: Slow down! You're gonna kill us! There's got to be another way! Pass it on!

[the monkey chain relays the message up to the plane]

Mason: Don't slow down. Kill us. It's the only way. Basset Hound!

Skipper: The best sacrifice is the one made by others.

[Nana shoots through the plane's windshield and blows off the bobblehead doll's head]

Skipper: Doll! MEDIC!

[Private gets out the duct tape]

Alex: She's got a gun! Let's get out while we can! Pass it on!

[monkeys chain whisper the message up to the plane]

Mason: He said, 'Let's have some fun and take out the dam. Basset hound'.

Skipper: I'd like to kiss you, monkey man.

Mason: All right, but you're so darn ugly.

[Kisses Skipper]

Mason: The plane won't be fixed until the suits meet our demands. Now, about maternity leave.

Skipper: Maternity leave?

[glances under the table]

Skipper: You're all male...

Marty: Look, we need that plane for a rescue mission.

Skipper: Well, there's nothing I can do until we bust up this union.

Gloria: I'm gonna get to bustin' up all you if you don't get this plane going!

Skipper: Can't you see these commies have my hands tied, here? NO maternity leave!

Mason: [nudges Phil, who pulls out incriminating photos of Skipper and "Doll" in compromising positions] Maybe a certain someone wouldn't want *these* blowing around the savanna?

Skipper: [reluctantly] All right, you get your maternity leave.

Briggs: That is not how we do things. We give people a choice. It's theirs to make regardless of the outcome.

Mason: 'Til they come back. 'Til the food runs out.

Briggs: It's not a problem until it's a problem.

Mason: Nothing personal.

Mason: Briggs is gone. I'm running things now.

Sam: When everyone's dead, huh? And you're king of the fucking castle, then what?

Mason: I'll still be running things.

Mason: They're done, Briggs.

Briggs: They're sick. And we follow procedure.

Mason: They just put the whole colony at risk. We need to give them a test right now.

Briggs: We're gonna wait until I get back and see if they've done any better. Until then Kai's in charge.

Mason: You really think she can make the tough calls?

Briggs: That's really not your decision to make, is it?

Briggs: Are we clear?

Mason: Crystal.

Sam: This isn't right!

Mason: This is survival!

[shoots Hal]

Mason: [to Briggs] You know... You'd think for someone who served with you you're give them a little more respect.

Mason: We need to take care of our own, Briggs.

Finnegan: Like a fine wine, I'm aging gracefully, thank you.

Mason: Like a fine wine my ass. You look more like a keg of beer to me.

Canton: [Captain Atherton has just been eaten by one of the monsters] I'm beginning to fear that our friends here may be some kind of strange off-shoot of the Archaea Ottoia family.

Pantucci: The Ottoia family? To think I was startin' to worry.

Canton: These creatures are actually part of a larger body... something we haven's seen yet. They live deep under the surface of any ocean. At 4,000 feet the Ottoia are only as long as a pencil, with bodies about the size of a golf ball. But those at 20,000 feet have been known to eat full grown sharks! At 30,000 or 40,000 feet...

[to Pantucci]

Canton: Well... you do the math.

Trillian St. James: This is not good.

Pantucci: Are we talkin' some kind of mutated sea monsters here?

Mason: Who gives a shit what they are? Just tell us how to kill these motherfuckers.

Canton: The Ottoia are very crafty. They hide in burrows. They catch their victims with spiny living tentacles. Then they crush them between massive jaws.

Trillian St. James: Then they eat you, right?

Canton: No, they drink you. They drink you alive. Sucking all the fluids out of the body before excreting the skeletal remains.

Mason: Shut your fucking whining weasel! Don't forget that you're expendable!

Pantucci: Yeah! Don't remind me!

Finnegan: [Hanover's goons are beating up Pantucci] We got a contract: 20 hours out and back. You beat my engine man to death, it's gonna take a hell of a lot longer - which is ok by me since overtime'll cost you double rate!

Hanover: He was nosing around in my cargo!

Finnegan: Ok, so he's nosy.

Hanover: Contract was "no questions asked."

Mason: Yo, fellas, I vote we kick this lil' piece of shit overboard!

Mamooli: Well, I vote we kill him!

Mulligan: I vote we kill him, then throw him overboard!

Finnegan: Well, we don't vote here, it's NOT a democracy.

[one of the goons hits Pantucci]

Finnegan: Ok, I'll say it one more time for the hearing impaired...

[hits one of them, points his harpoon gun at Mamooli, a standoff ensues]

Finnegan: [long pause] This could be messy...

Mason: I don't mean to sound like a pussy, but this shit is startin' to freak me out, man!

Alex: Skipper, what about the plane?

Skipper: Well, the chimps will work all through the night, no breaks, no safety restrictions...

[Chimps run off]

Skipper: Hey! Where are you going? Get back here, we have a contract!

Mason: Yes, well, I'm afraid the labour laws are slightly more lenient in France. You see, they only have to work 2 weeks in a year.

Skipper: Well, someone else has the Canadian work ethic!

Mason: When was your last fight?

Elmore Pratt: I ain't had it yet!

Mason: [after being punched in the nuts] Why?

Tipper: You know why!

Mason: Well, this is my place so technically you'd be the one... who has to leave, but... are you crying?

Mason: [switches on light]

Tipper: Surprise...

Mason: Oh... shit balls...

Pamela: It's old and depressing!

Mason: It's reality!

Pamela: This is the '80s! Nobody likes reality any more.

Marissa: Maybe this is all a dream.

Mason: Well, if this is a dream which one of us is having it?

Frank Riley: Hey, don't look at me. I stopped dreaming a long time ago.

Marissa: Someone was in my room.

Mason: Yeah mine too. I think we got elves.

Faye Riley: Bobby!

Carlos: Hey, Lady, my name's not Bobby!

Faye Riley: Well excuse me! Robert. Um...

Carlos: Shut up!

Mason: Hey!

Carlos: Okay, I saw downstairs. Who's been cleaning up after me?

Mason: We're not gonna go that easy.

Stan Helsing: Oh, actually, you both have the same weakness.

[Jarrod's family and Lily are all eating dinner together. Jarrod clumsily clinks his fork on his glass to get everybody's attention]

Jarrod: [stands up] Well, I suppose I should say a few words...

Nancy: [interrupting] Why?

Jarrod: [shoots Nancy a look before continuing] Now we're all here, I'd just like to say that I'm really happy that we're all together under the same roof. It's always great to come home. And I'd also like to say that this Saturday I will be having a scheduled fight with Eric Elisi, the Samoan.

Nancy: Oh, yeah. He used to beat you up.

Mason: And me.

Jarrod: [points at Mason] Yeah, and him. He was the toughest guy at our school. He used to pick on quite a few people, actually. Anyway, you're all invited to attend, it'd be great to see you there. Thank you.

[sits]

Zane: Why are you fighting him, Uncle?

Jarrod: [stands again] Well Zane, basically, I'm gonna restore honour to the family name. To your family name.

[sits]

Zane: My family name's Davis. Eh, Dad?

Doug Davis: Yep. Dangerous Davis, back in the day.

Nancy: Yeah, I'm a Davis too.

Jarrod: [exasperated] Yeah well it doesn't matter, does it? We're family. That's what matters.

Mason: [to Teen] You stupid fucker!

[laughs and looks ahead to a girl]

Mason: Oh, sweetie, back that ass up.

Teen: [walks up to the girl] I'd like to see how that thong looks on my bedroom floor.

Tracy: [turns around] Too bad you'll never know.

Teen: [while walking up to the girl] I'd like to see that thong on my bedroom floor.

Mason: Tracy?

Tracy: [glances over and sees Mason; Mason looks down and sees Tracy's bellybutton ring] Aw, shit. Fuck it.

[starts to walk away]

Teen: [grabs the Cokes and stops her] Hey Tracy. Here's your Cokes.

Teen: Didn't have to with your fine ass.

Tracy: Fuck you.

[walks off]

Tracy: [to Mason] Should we talk about how you get stoned every night with Rafa?

Mason: She knows I smoke pot, Tracy. Look at your pupils. You're so fucking busted.

Tracy: Hey, Mason. Just out of curiosity, who do you think is the hottest girl in school?

Mason: I guess, um, Evie Zamora.

Tracy: Guess who I hung out with today.

Mason: Bull. Melrose Avenue.

Tracy: Melrose Avenue.

[Mason looks at her in awe]

Tracy: What? God, it's that hard to believe?

Mason: Go ahead. Hit me, Tracy. You'll go to jail, you fucking slut!

Tracy: Mom, Mason just called me a slut!

Melanie: [to Tracy] Have you been drinking?

Tracy: No!

Mason: She's always fucking drinking!

Brady: Oh, like you never have!

Melanie: Hey, hey, hey. Come on. You guys!

Brady: Hey, Kayla. What's going on?

[Kayla starts crying]

Nicole: You know how everyone's always saying seize the moment? I don't know, I'm kinda thinking it's the other way around. You know, like the moment seizes us.

Mason: Yeah. Yeah, I know. It's constant - -the moment. It's just... It's like it's always right now, you know?

Nicole: Yeah.

Dad: [Mason Jr. bowls a gutterball] Alright, don't worry about it.

Mason: I wish I could use the bumpers...

Dad: You don't want the bumpers, life doesn't give you bumpers.

Mason: Dad, there's no real magic in the world, right?

Dad: What do you mean?

Mason: You know, like elves and stuff. People just made that up.

Dad: Oh, I don't know. I mean, what makes you think that elves are any more magical than something like a whale? Yoy know what I mean? What if I told you a story about how underneath the ocean, there was this giant sea mammal that used sonar and sang songs and it was so big that its heart was the size of a car and you could crawl through the arteries? I mean, you'd think that was pretty magical, right?

Mom: [Mason is leaving for college] This is the worst day of my life.

Mason: What are you talking about?

Mom: [Starts crying] I knew this day was coming. I just... I didn't know you were going to be so fucking happy to be leaving.

Mason: I mean it's not that I'm that happy... what do you expect?

Mom: You know what I'm realising? My life is just going to go. Like that. This series of milestones. Getting married. Having kids. Getting divorced. The time that we thought you were dyslexic. When I taught you how to ride a bike. Getting divorced... again. Getting my masters degree. Finally getting the job I wanted. Sending Samantha off to college. Sending you off to college. You know what's next? Huh? It's my fucking funeral! Just go, and leave my picture!

Mason: Aren't you jumping ahead by, like, 40 years or something?

Mom: I just thought there would be more.

Mr. Turlington: [Enters the darkroom] How long have you been in here, Mason?

Mason: Not sure.

Mr. Turlington: I'm sure: All class. Did you complete your image diary?

Mason: Not yet.

Mr. Turlington: Completed your digital contact sheet?

Mason: Not quite, but, I mean, it's not gonna take me long.

Mr. Turlington: "Not yet." "Not quite." Darkroom time is extracurricular. I mean, technically, you don't ever have to be in here these days. And certainly not until you've completed your assignments. That's the deal.

Mason: [Sarcastically] Sorry.

Mr. Turlington: I'm worried about you, Mason.

Mason: [laughs] Why is that?

Mr. Turlington: I'll tell you why: The images you're turning in, they're cool. You're looking at things in a really unique way. Got a lot of natural talent.

Mason: Thanks.

Mr. Turlington: Yeah, but that and 50 cents will just get you a cup of coffee in this old world. I've met a LOT of talented people over the years. How many of them made it professionally without discipline, commitment and really good work ethic?

Mason: [Shrugs]

Mr. Turlington: I can tell ya. I can count it on two fingers:

[Makes A-ok hand gesture]

Mr. Turlington: Zero. It's not gonna happen for you, Mason. The world is too competitive. There are too many talented people who are willing to work hard; and a buttload of morons who are untalented, who are more than willing to surpass you. As a matter of fact, a lot of them are sitting in that classroom out there right now. Hm? You know what they're doing? They're doing their assignments. Which is what you're supposed to be doing, but you're not. You're in here. Now, why is that? You're special, Mason?

Mason: No, but, I mean, the things you're talking about, like, work ethic or whatever, I feel like I do work pretty hard. I spend the hold weekend taking pictures a lot of times.

Mr. Turlington: You like football, Mason?

Mason: Not really.

Mr. Turlington: Yeah, I know you don't. That's why I've just assigned you to shoot the football game tonight. Okay? Starts at 7.30, I want you to get there early. I want you to shoot a full card, 300 images. I want 'em downloaded, I want 'em sorted, and I wanna see 'em very first thing Monday, okay? Wanna know why I'm doing this?

Mason: I guess.

Mr. Turlington: Who do you wanna be, Mason? What do you wanna do?

Mason: I wanna take pictures. Make art.

Mr. Turlington: Any dipshit can take pictures, Mason. Art, that's special. What can you bring to it that nobody else can?

Mason: That's what I'm trying to find out.

Mr. Turlington: Try harder. Hey, maybe in 20 years you can call old Mr. Turlington, and you can say: "Thank you, sir, for that terrific darkroom chat we had that day."

[Walks out of the darkroom]

Mr. Turlington: Get back to class and do your work.

Mason: So what's the point?

Dad: Of what?

Mason: I don't know, any of this. Everything.

Dad: Everything? What's the point? I mean, I sure as shit don't know. Neither does anybody else, okay? We're all just winging it, you know? The good news is you're feeling stuff. And you've got to hold on to that.

Mason: I just feel like there are so many things that I could be doing and probably want to be doing that I'm just not.

Sheena: Why aren't you?

Mason: I mean, I guess, it's just being afraid of what people would think. You know, judgement.

Sheena: Yeah. I guess it's really easy to say, like I don't care what anyone else thinks. But everyone does, you know. Deep down.

Mason: I find myself so furious at all these people that I am in contact with just for controlling me or whatever but you know they are not even aware they are doing it.

Sheena: Yeah. So, in this perfect world where no one is controlling you. What's different? What changes?

Mason: Everything. I mean, I just wanna be able to do anything I want, because it makes me feel alive. As opposed to giving me the appearance of normality.

Sheena: Whatever that means.

Mason: I don't think it means much.

Sheena: You are kinda weird, you know that?

Mason: Yeah? Is that a compliment?

Sheena: I don't know. Do you wanna be weird?

Mason: I mean, I don't wanna scare kids at the park, or anything like that.

Mason: I really like talking with you. I don't usually even try to like vocalize my thoughts, or feelings or anything, just I don't know it never sounds right. Words are stupid.

Sheena: So why are you trying with me?

Mason: I don't know, I guess, I feel comfortable.

Mason: I finally figured it out. It's like when they realized it was gonna be too expensive to actually build cyborgs and robots. I mean, the costs of that were impossible. They decided to just let humans turn themselves into robots. That's what's going on right now. I mean, why not? They're billions of us just laying around, not really doing anything. We don't cost anything. We're even pretty good at self-maintenance and reproducing constantly. And as it turns out, we're already biologically programmed for our little cyborg upgrades. I read this thing the other day about how When you hear that ding on your inbox, you get like a dopamine rush in your brain. It's like we're being chemically rewarded for allowing ourselves to be brainwashed. How evil is that? We're fucked.

Mason: I just feel like there are so many things that I could be doing and probably want to be doing that I'm just not.

Dad: [while canvassing for the 2008 Presidential Election] Hey, grab that McCain sign, would you?

Mason: Dad, isn't that illegal?

Dad: Just put it in the car. I'm being patriotic.

Mom: [Driving Mason Jr. home from school] Your teacher said you're behind on your homework assignments.

Mason: No, I did them, they were just sitting in my backpack.

Mom: So, why didn't you turn them in?

Mason: She never asked for them.

Mom: Well, honey, she's not supposed to ask for them. It's your job to give them to her once you've finished.

Mason: Oh.

Mom: She also said you destroyed her pencil sharpener.

Mason: No I didn't.

Mom: Then what did you put in it instead of pencils?

Mason: Rocks.

Mom: Why were you putting rocks in the pencil sharpener?

Mason: Because I needed them for my arrowhead collection.

Mason: Do you still love dad?

Mom: I still love your father, but that doesn't mean it was healthy for us to stay together.

Mason: What if after we move he's trying to find us, and he can't?

Mason: [while canvassing for the 2008 Presidential Election] Hi, can I put an Obama sign on your lawn?

No Obama Man: Do I look like a Barack *Hussein* Obama supporter?

No Obama Man: [Mason starts leaving] This is private property, you know! I could shoot you!

Mason: [under his breath, while walking away] What a dick!

Samantha: Um, he has a Confederate flag on his house.

Nick: [Mason Jr. returns to class from the darkroom after talking with his teacher] What's up Mason? You're walking a little funny, there...

Mason: Fuck you.

Nick: Hey, I'm just saying. You were in there for quite a while...

Mason: You know, Jim, you're not my dad.

Jim: No, I'm not your dad. You know how I know that? 'Cause I'm actually here. I'm the guy with the job, payin' the bills, takin' care of you, your mom, your sister.

Dad: Is she cute?

Mason: Yeah.

Dad: All right, well, here's what you do, all right, first off you gotta ask a girl a lot of questions, then you have to listen to the answers, actually be interested in her, all right, If you can do those things, you'll be light years ahead of all the other guys.

Mason: [Finding his mom lying on the garage floor next to Bill] What happened?

Professor Bill Welbrock: Your mother had a little accident and now she's being dramatic.

[to mom]

Professor Bill Welbrock: Get off the fucking floor.

Dad: Have you heard of Sarah Palin?

Samantha: Yes.

Dad: What's the one thing you know about Sarah Palin's 17 year old daughter?

Samantha: She's pregnant.

Dad: That's right and what is the one thing you are *not* going to be in a couple of years when you turn 17?

Samantha: Pregnant?

Dad: That's right. All right now, what are the two ways that you can achieve that goal? First is... not have any sex, okay, that's the first way, okay, just not engage in that that did not work out very well for your mother and me; and what's the second way?

[Mason tries to leave]

Dad: Where are you going?

Mason: Bathroom.

Dad: You don't want to go to the bathroom. Sit down Mason, just sit down.

[looks towards Samantha]

Dad: What's the second way? Huh?

[looks towards Mason]

Dad: Is your mother talked to you guys about this stuff?

Samantha: [shy and embarrassed] No. Dad. Dad.

Dad: Wait, no, she talked to you about... contraception? Huh? What? Is she... condoms...

Samantha: No, dad, please, stop.

Dad: She talked about it? What? What?

Samantha: Dad!

Dad: Does Garett have a condom?

Samantha: Oh god! Dad!

Grace: Why are you so nice to me?

Mason: You being serious now? Well, it's easy. It's because you are the weirdest, most beautiful person that I've ever met in my whole entire life.

Mason: Marcus is going to get better.

Grace: I think I am too.

Mason: So, 3 years ago, right, we have this girl here named Liza Green. She's 17,older than everybody else on the unit at the time, and I don't mean this in a pervy way or anything, but she's real pretty.

Grace: She was gorgeous.

Mason: All the guys on the unit want her but she won't give any of them the time of day because she was busy. She was always studying.

Grace: She was very smart. Mmm-hmm.

Mason: Really smart. So, two weeks before she turns 18 and leaves, we get this new intake. It's a 15 year old guy. He's really tough. He's really quiet. But, he's cool. He's just kind of like kicking back, checking out the scene. And I swear I didn't hear him say a word, the whole first week he was here. But, then one day, we were doing community meeting and we ask for announcements. And this guy raises his hand, and he looks directly at Liza Green, then he says, I know you don't know me. I just got here. But I just want to say that I've been watching you. I think you're the most interesting thing about this place, and I'm really sad I'm not going to get to know you before you leave.

[Jessica gets surprised]

Mason: I just wanted to tell you that.

Nate: What a pimp! What'd she say?

Mason: Nothin.

[Everybody laughs]

Grace: It was so awkward.

Mason: It was so fuckin awkward I couldn't stand it. And then she left and never talked to him. The kids teased him for like a year about it.

Nate: Oh, that blows.

Mason: No, he didn't give a shit. No, didn't even faze him. It was like, he knew somethin everybody else didn't.

Nate: Who is this guy?

Mason: That was Marcus.

Jessica: What? I never heard this story.

Grace: Oh, wait. It gets so much better.

Mason: Yeah, yeah. So, check this out. Grace and I are getting coffee at Ronnie's this morning. And we walk in, and who do we see sittin there alone at a table? Marcus! Buttoned-up his shirt. He's sippin on a cappuccino.

Nate: Marcus drinks cappuccino!

Mason: So, we're talking to him. We're catchin up. And he's telling us about his new job at the aquarium and his much he tales home in tips. And now, he's going to start applying for classes next semester.

Jessica: Oh my god!

Mason: Yeah. And it's weird 'coz I'm like, I have not heard Marcus talk this much ever, since I met him, like, what is the deal? Is he excited to see us? Is he nervous about somethin? And that's when I notice, there's another cappuccino on the table and an empty chair next to him. And then just like in the fuckin movies, bathroom door flings open, out walks Liza Green.

Nate: They were on a date?

Grace: It was like their fifth one.

Mason: As soon as she sits down, dude just goes beet red. So embarrassed.

Grace: Oh... oh, it was so cute.

Mason: Oh, it was so fucking cute, I almost pissed my pants.

Mason: I hate that bike! Fuck you, Floyd.

Grace: Mason, you have no idea what I'm going through right now.

Mason: Then tell me. That's how this works. You talk to me about it so that I can take your hand and fucking walk through this shit with you. That is what I signed up for, Okay? But I cannot do that if you won't let me in.

Grace: I can't. I'm sorry.

Mason: Grace. Where are you going?

Grace: I can't do that.

Mason: Ok. Let's go. Let's go. I'll drive us home.

Grace: I don't wanna go home. It's not what I'm talking about.

Mason: I know it's been a really fucked up day, okay?

Grace: Mason, you have no idea what I'm going through right now.

Mason: Then tell me. That's how this works. You talk to me about it so that I can take your hand and fucking walk through this shit with you. That is what I signed up for, okay? But I cannot do that if you won't let me in.

Grace: I can't. I'm sorry.

Mason: You're sorry? Grace, are you serious? I've been waiting for you for a really long time and I wouldn't take a second of it back because I love you so goddamn much, okay? But I've been waiting for three years to as why is that you don't trust me. I've been waiting for three years for you to, just once, take the advice you give your kids every fucking five minutes and learn to talk about what's going on inside your head. You can't do that for me? Whatever it is, okay, just talk to me.

Grace: I can't do this. I can't. I can't marry you. I can't have your baby. I can't any of that. I can't do it.

Mason: So what do you wanna do? Huh? You wanna get an abortion?

Grace: I already made the appointment.

Mason: Do whatever you want, okay? Cause I'm done.

Mason: Please, you have to let me in your head once in a while or I'm just going to go nuts, Okay?

Mason: Everything good in my life is because of you.

Mason: You got some new lyrics you want to try out on me?

Marcus: There's a lot of fucks in it.

Mason: I won't tell.

Mason: We haven't had sex in 9 days and 13 hours.

Grace: Down to the hour, huh?

Mason: Nicole, did the Pied Piper take the children away because he was mad that the town didn't pay him?

Nicole: That's right.

Mason: Well, if he knew magic, if he could get the kids into the mountain, why couldn't he use his magic pipe to make the people pay him for getting rid of the rats?

Nicole: Because... he wanted them to be punished.

Mason: So he was mean?

Nicole: No, not mean, just... very angry.

Mason: Rules are rules. I don't make them, I'm just the manager.

Mason: [pointing to Motel room] It's right there in the corner number 4. You might have to jiggle the handle a little bit to open her up, she's as sticky as an old whore.

Mason: You fucked it all up.

Mason: Hey folks. How can I help you?

David Fox: [hearing screaming coming from the office] Everything, uh, okay back there?

Mason: Oh!

[Mason walks back to the office and turns off tape]

Mason: Sorry. Things get a little boring around here late nights!

David Fox: Yeah, we'll go ahead and stay here. Thanks.

Mason: I'll give you two the honeymoon suite, for five dollars extra. It's got a few perks that the others don't.

Amy Fox: Regular room will be fine, thank you.

Mason: What the heck, I'll give it to you for the same rate.

Mason: Everything alright, Mr. Fox?

David Fox: Uh, no, because the asshole in the room right beside us keeps banging on the walls and won't stop. You got any ideas?

Mason: The room beside you?

David Fox: Yeah, room 3. Uh, I go over there to talk with the guy to try to get him to stop, but he just kind of keeps doing it. So, uh, I gotta say I don't know what his problem is.

Mason: It's very strange, seeing as you folks are the only guests I've got in here tonight.

David Fox: Well, somebody's in there, okay, and I gotta say I'm pretty exhausted.

Mason: You sure it's room 3?

David Fox: Yeah. We're in the corner, right? Number 4? Well, it's the room right besides us with the big rusty 3 on it!

Mason: 911 Emergency?

David Fox: Yeah, hello. We need some help. Some people are trying to kill us.

Mason: Where are you located, sir?

David Fox: Me and my wife, we're at this motel, the Pinewood Motel. It's near the mountains. They've got us trapped.

Mason: Who has you trapped, sir?

David Fox: I don't know. We just need help. The Pinewood Motel.

Mason: Yes, sir. Do you have an address?

David Fox: No! It's near some woods. Jesus Christ, look it up!

Mason: You're going to need to settle down, sir. You'll never survive if you lose control, Mr. Fox.

[David realizes he's talking to Mason]

Mason: You shouldn't be wandering around in the dark by yourself.

Mason: They're under us!

Mason: Ah, coming to touch greatness again?

Larkin: No. I came to see the man who spoke of greatness but never understood what it meant.

Mason: That hurts my feelings.

[Andrews wakes up with a shout]

Mason: [shouting] Hey, Andrews, you okay?

Eric: What happened?

Lance: Maybe he got his dick caught in a zipper.

Mason: WHY am I sittin' here like some ebony meatloaf?

Andrew: Because we're gonna drag that thing to an alter of violent death, that's why.

Mason: The nightmare wants our women.

Mason: I don't believe it. I don't believe it!

Danny: Well, there must be a practical side to having women along.

Dr. Perry: You mean like having your socks washed?

Katie: You're very forceful, aren't you?

Mason: Do I, er, need force?

Katie: I was talking about vibrations.

Mason: Oh. How are yours doing?

Katie: What do they say?

Mason: I'm not sure, but I like them.

Katie: And they like you. In time.

Amber: So anyway. Now that I have conquered my current job, what should I do next? I am thinking feminist or astronaut. Probably go with feminist, I'm afraid of heights.

Mason: Ah, what does a feminist do?

Amber: Mostly just bitches about stuff.

Mason: [after being walked home under Amber's umbrella in a torrential downpour] I live here.

Amber: Ah, well, gee Mason.

[pretending to be him]

Amber: Thank you for walking me home. Perhaps you would like to have some coffee or something. Or look at my art.

[after no response]

Amber: Right. Well, I'll see you later.

Mason: Thank you... for the umbrella.

Amber: Oh yeah, of course.

[smiling]

Amber: These things are rare in this town, you know. But if you look really hard you can usually find one. Probably shouldn't get mine wet.

Mason: You know the rules.

Amber: So, are we gonna talk about it?

Mason: What? No, I just can't figure out what color to use for the shadow of your arm.

Amber: So, we're not gonna talk about it. Okay... So, why didn't you use the blue?

Mason: Because it'll pull focus from your eyes.

Amber: What about the orange?

Mason: Too close to the tan in your slip.

Amber: Does it matter?

Mason: Yes. It's all about contrast. To accentuate some parts, you have to hide others.

Amber: So they can't be noticed?

Mason: So they won't... draw attention.

Mason: I don't know. This one's different. This one's special.

Berkeley: They're not special. They're just girls, Mace. You should remember that.

Amber: So, Mason. How come I never got to see your lifeline?

Mason: You never asked again.

Amber: Maybe I should've.

Amber: Listen, I had this idea, for, um... for one of the sketches...

Mason: No.

Amber: What?

Mason: I just... I'm halfway through this pose.

Amber: Come on, Mason. I'm the one that's gonna have to do all these poses that you come up with...

Mason: You're not the artist.

Mason: None of them are real?

Berkeley: [crying] None of them are real, buddy.

Mason: How can you tell the difference?

Mason: You don't like men much, do you?

Lena: No.

Mason: Maybe you're the kind who prefers women.

Lena: No. Women are even worse; they try to be like men, but they can't cut it. I'd like to be a member of a third sex.

Mason: Third sex? Mmm-hmmm. Well, which article would you have - the one that goes in, or the one that goes out?

Lena: Both.

Mason: Well, which one would you favor?

Lena: Both. If I had both sex organs, I could just screw myself, couldn't I? Well, couldn't I?

[Mason gets up to leave the shack]

Lena: Aren't you going to finish your soup?

Mason: [holding a shotgun under Hellman's jaw and pissing down Hellman's leg] Businessmen do this to each other all the time.

Mason: Another old partner, huh Cooper?

Sam Cooper: It was him or me.

Mason: Dead man tell no tales.