Nathan Quotes in Abduction (2011)

Nathan: I can't believe you're making me fight hungover.

Kevin: You wanna drink like a man, then let's see if you can fight like a man.

Burton: Nathan, ya have to trust me.

Nathan: Trust needs to be earned.

[they kiss]

Karen: W-w-wow.

Nathan: What?

Karen: That's better than middle school.

[they kiss again]

Nathan: That's 'cause I know what I'm doing now.

[they kiss and embrace]

Karen: Ha... and no braces either.

[she giggles; they kiss; the train lurches; she giggles again; they kiss; he removes his jacket; they kiss more passionately; he lifts her up for her to straddle him as he sits; they kiss some more]

Karen: Ah... We should get some food.

Nathan: [breathy] Yeah... I'm starving.

Gilly: I make the best fake I.D.'s in Pennsylvania.

Nathan: You know what? You should put that on your college application.

[last lines]

Karen: Hmmm... So I had to wait four years for you to ask me out?

Nathan: [laughs] Yeah... but you gotta admit, it was one pretty exciting first date.

Karen: [giggles] Definitely.

Karen: Are we gonna die, Nathan?

Nathan: No... I won't let that happen.

Nathan: This is bullshit.

Kevin: I'll tell you what's bullshit. Bullshit's getting so drunk that you can't defend yourself, you can't watch your back.

Kevin: [a punch to the gut] THAT"S bullshit, son.

Burton: Listen to me Nathan. WE are going to find you.

Nathan: Not if I find you first.

Nathan: Whoa! You joining the malitia group or something?

Gilly: So I go to the gun range like three or four times a week to blow off steam. I'm a virgin. What else am I gonn' do?

Nathan: You murdered my parents.

Kozlow: They weren't your real parents.

[first lines]

Nathan: [screaming] Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Whoo! Yeah, baby! Yeah, Gilly, get out here!

Nathan: Alice, please. Your dog, Alice. It and my appetite are mutually exclusive.

Alice: Well, what's wrong with the dog?

Nathan: Simple. He's been licking his asshole for the last three straight hours. I submit to you that there is nothing there worth more than an hour's attention. I should think that whatever he is attempting to dislodge is either gone for good, or there to stay. Wouldn't you agree?

Mitch Henessey: How did you find us?

Nathan: There may be many reasons not to kill you, but among them is not that you'll be missed by NASA. I found the address in your coat. Here. Between the address of a topless bar, and the picture of what looks like a man's penis.

Mitch Henessey: That's a duck, not a dick.

[Nathan hands his gun to Charlie, then pulls out a second]

Mitch: Jesus, old man, how many of those you got?

Nathan: Three. One shoulder, one hip and one down here, right next to Mr. Wally, where most patdowns never reveal it, as even the most hardened federal agent is often reluctant to feel up another man's groin. Any other questions?

Mitch: Yeah. What's the weather like on your planet?

Mitch Henessey: We jumped out of a building.

Nathan: Yes, it was very exciting. Tomorrow we go to the zoo.

Charlie: You're Waldman.

Nathan: No, I'm the Hill Brothers bean buyer. Who else would I be? Hang on. If you want me to talk in front of him, you may be asked... to kill him later. It works for me. Your call.

Nathan: You heard of Clark Gable in Gone With the Wind? Well you lookin' at Dark Gable and Coolin' It Wit Da Breeze.

Nathan: Well, you might not be Bruce Lee, but then again he did it all with mirrors anyway.

Jonathan: [shortly before Saul's last stand at Mount Gilboa] David is not among the enemy, Father. It's not your honor that's at stake. It's the lives of our men.

Saul: I will ride out against the Philistines. If I ride alone, so be it.

Nathan: [rallying the Israelite troops while preparing to offer a sacrifice] Rouse yourselves in anger! Lay nations at our feet! Whet your flashing swords! Make your arrows drunk with blood!

Saul: [cutting in] My Lord, *I* am your sacrifice.

Nathan: This day, you will surely die.

Saul: Then my prayer will be answered at last.

Nathan: The Lord scorns your prayers. He has utterly rejected you.

Saul: And Samuel, too. And Abraham and Isaac and Jacob! Even David will be forsaken at the end, for in death, we are all cut off from God's care. What purpose, then, in serving Him? He wrestles with man for the nighttime of his life, but at daybreak, He is gone.

[calling out]

Saul: Who marches with the king and his sons?

Jill Jerard: [Doing a news report on the ice] Cut! God, my feet are numb. These boots are useless.

Jill Jerard: [motions to Nathan]

Jill Jerard: Hey kid, you still got that cardboard?

Nathan: I sold it to the other guy. But I can still get more! It's forty now, though.

Jill Jerard: Forty dollars?

Nathan: Shipping and handling.

Jill Jerard: ...Shipping and handling?

Nathan: [smirks] It's not my first rodeo, either.

Lenny: Hang on a minute, Nathan. Something stinks.

Nathan: Yeah, your fucking aftershave.

Lenny: Fuck you, funny man.

J: For God's sake, help me. I'm in pain. I'm in so much pain!

Lenny: Go in slowly, Nathan.

Nathan: Fuck you, funny man. You go first.

Lenny: Just get the fuck in there, will you?

Nathan: Hello, 9-1-1? My friend is bleeding out of her vagina! Why are you laughing at me?

Mary: He MySpaced me.

Nathan: Ouch!

Mary: Oh.

Joshua: Oh girl I don't know about that... My trampy little sister says MySpace is the new booty call.

Nathan: Did he say "Cool"?

Gil: Cool.

Nathan: [after inspecting Susan's diaphragm and finding a hole] Well?

Susan Buckman Merrick: Why are you pouring water through my diaphragm?

Nathan: To check. To see if it's OK. You didn't know I did that, did you?

Susan Buckman Merrick: No.

Nathan: Obviously not or you wouldn't have tried this.

Susan Buckman Merrick: Are you accusing me of making that hole?

Nathan: No, a woodpecker came in here, went into the bathroom, opened the drawer with his little wing and pecked a couple of holes in your diaphragm!

Karen: He likes to butt things... with his head.

Nathan: How proud you must be.

Susan: Patty, why don't you play with Justin?

Patty: I don't understand what he's doing.

Susan: Well, he's... spinning.

Patty: What for?

Susan: Uh... no reason, just for fun.

Patty: It doesn't look like fun.

Nathan: It isn't.

Susan: [gives Nathan a funny look] You tried it?

Nathan: What are you so upset about?

Susan: Nathan, she's weird. She's a weird child. I think a few days a week of preschool could be very helpful.

Nathan: This is not the right age for Patty to be socially activated. We went through this.

Susan: She's not a bomb, she's a little kid who has no ability to relate to other little kids.

Nathan: [points at Justin] You want her to relate to him?

[Justin currently has his head stuck in the back of a sun lounger]

Justin: Help, help, help.

Patty: [reading a book] The Penal Colony, by Franz Kafka.

Gil: Hey, Nathan, Patty a doctor yet?

Nathan: Mock if you will.

Gil: All right.

Nathan: Our children are more capable of retaining and absorbing information than we are and yet we insist on treating them like adorable little morons.

Gil: What are you saying, Patty can learn things I can't learn?

Nathan: [lays out four cards with lots of red dots stuck on them] Patty, which one of these is the square root of 8,649?

Patty: [looks at the cards for a few seconds then points at one] 93.

[Nathan picks up the card, checks the answer on the back then shows it to Gil. Patty is correct. Gil pulls an expression of disbelief and thumps his head with his palm]

Nathan: They're like sponges, Gil, just waiting to absorb.

Justin: [picks up one of the cards] I want this.

Nathan: You see? Take my advice, forget about Kevin and Taylor, it's too late. Work on Justin.

Gil: Actually, Justin is quite bright. In his preschool class, he was the only...

[Justin picks one of the red dot stickers off the card and puts it in his mouth]

Gil: Slow down, Justin. I'll get you some dip.

Nathan: You see, Grandma, Patty studies Eastern philosophy. Our future leaders are going to have to be much more in tune with the Oriental mind.

[Grandma looks confused and shakes her head]

Police Inspector: So your daddy dances in front of you, does he?

Nathan: Only when he's rehearsing.

Nathan: [after a failed dance routine] That were crap!

Nathan: [Gaz is accompanying Nathan to school] I don't feel well.

Gaz: Of course you don't, you've got a hangover!

Rosie: Please tell me you're wearing shorts under that.

Nathan: Yes. They're just cut really high. Besides, I've got good legs and a great butt.

Rosie: Yeah, well, you know that's what everyone says "There's Nathan, what an ass."

Diggs: Do you have any special powers or anything?

Nathan: I'm stronger, I'm faster, and I don't feel pain.

Diggs: Can you fly?

Nathan: No, Diggs, I can't fucking fly!

Diggs: Pity.

Henry: What's it like, being dead, Nathan?

Nathan: It's empty. Numb. There's no blood circulating.

Diggs: None? Not even... down there?

[last lines]

Nathan: You're fuckin' sick. Don't do this.

Alex: Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

Lou Clark: Why am I here for?

Nathan: To cheer him up I guess.

Nathan: One day the AIs are going to look back on us the same way we look at fossil skeletons on the plains of Africa. An upright ape living in dust with crude language and tools, all set for extinction.

Caleb: Did you program her to flirt with me?

Nathan: If I did, would that be cheating?

Caleb: Wouldn't it?

Nathan: Caleb, what's your type?

Caleb: Of girl?

Nathan: No, salad dressing. Yeah, of girl; what's your type of girl? You know what, don't even answer that. Let's say its black chicks. Okay, that's your thing. For the sake of argument, that's your thing, okay? Why is that your thing? Because you did a detailed analysis of all racial types and you cross-referenced that analysis with a points-based system? No! You're just attracted to black chicks. A consequence of accumulated external stimuli that you probably didn't even register as they registered with you.

Caleb: Did you program her to like me, or not?

Nathan: I programmed her to be heterosexual, just like you were programmed to be heterosexual.

Caleb: Nobody programmed me to be straight.

Nathan: You decided to be straight? Please! Of course you were programmed, by nature or nurture or both and to be honest, Caleb, you're starting to annoy me now because this is your insecurity talking, this is not your intellect.

Nathan: C'mon buddy. After a long day of Turing tests you gotta unwind.

Caleb: What were you doing with Ava?

Nathan: What?

Caleb: You tore up her picture.

Nathan: I'm gonna tear up the fucking dance floor, dude. Check it out.

Caleb: You hacked the world's cell phones?

Nathan: Yeah. And all the manufacturers knew I was doing it, too. But they couldn't accuse me without admitting they were doing it themselves.

Nathan: [speaking about Ava's brain] Impulse. Response. Fluid. Imperfect. Patterned. Chaotic.

Nathan: [points to painting] You know this guy, right?

Caleb: Jackson Pollock.

Nathan: Jackson Pollock. That's right. The drip painter. Okay. He let his mind go blank, and his hand go where it wanted. Not deliberate, not random. Some place in between. They called it automatic art. Let's make this like Star Trek, okay? Engage intellect.

Caleb: Excuse me?

Nathan: I'm Kirk. Your head's the warp drive. Engage intellect. What if Pollock had reversed the challenge. What if instead of making art without thinking, he said, "You know what? I can't paint anything, unless I know exactly why I'm doing it." What would have happened?

Nathan: He never would have made a single mark.

Caleb: Yes! You see, there's my guy, there's my buddy, who thinks before he opens his mouth. He never would have made a single mark.

Nathan: The challenge is not to act automatically. It's to find an action that is not automatic. From painting, to breathing, to talking, to fucking. To falling in love...

Nathan: And for the record, Ava's not pretending to like you. And her flirting isn't an algorithm to fake you out. You're the first man she's met that isn't me. And I'm like her dad, right? Can you blame her for getting a crush on you?

Caleb: Did you design Ava's face based on my pornography profile?

Nathan: Oh. Shit, dude.

Caleb: Did you?

Nathan: Hey, if a search engine's good for anything, right?

Nathan: It's funny. You know. No matter how rich you get, shit goes wrong. You can't insulate yourself from it. I used to think it was death and taxes you couldn't avoid, but it's actually death and shit.

Nathan: The good deeds a man has done defends him. The good deeds a man has done defends him. The good deeds a man has done... defends him.

Nathan: Over the next few days you're going to be the human component in a Turing test.

Caleb: Holy shit!

Nathan: Yeah, that's right, Caleb. You got it. Because if the test is passed, you are dead center of the greatest scientific event in the history of man.

Caleb: If you've created a conscious machine, it's not the history of man. That's the history of gods.

Nathan: Okay. Fucking unreal. Okay. Ava...

Nathan: Caleb, what's your type?

Caleb: Of girl?

Nathan: No, salad dressing!

Nathan: You know, I wrote down that other line you came up with. The one about how if I've invented a machine with consciousness, I'm not a man, I'm a God.

Caleb: I don't think that's exactly what I...

Nathan: I just thought, "Fuck, man, that is so good." When we get to tell the story, you know? I turned to Caleb and he looked up at me and he said, "You're not a man, you're a God."

Caleb: Yeah, but I didn't say that.

Nathan: There you go again. Mr Quoteable.

Caleb: Why did you give her sexuality? An AI doesn't need a gender. She could have been a grey box.

Nathan: Actually I don't think that's true. Can you give an example of consciousness at any level, human or animal, that exists without a sexual dimension?

Caleb: They have sexuality as an evolutionary reproductive need.

Nathan: What imperative does a grey box have to interact with another grey box? Can consciousness exist without interaction? Anyway, sexuality is fun, man. If you're gonna exist, why not enjoy it? You want to remove the chance of her falling in love and fucking? And the answer to your real question, you bet she can fuck.

Caleb: What?

Nathan: In between her legs, there's an opening, with a concentration of sensors. You engage them in the right way, creates a pleasure response. So if you wanted to screw her, mechanically speaking, you could. And she'd enjoy it.

Caleb: That wasn't my real question.

Nathan: Oh, okay. Sorry.

Nathan: This isn't a house, it's a research facility.

Nathan: It's like these power cuts. You would not believe how much I spent on the generator system, but I keep getting failures every day.

Caleb: Do you know why they happen?

Nathan: No. The system was supposed to be bulletproof, but obviously, the guys that installed it fucked something up.

Caleb: Can't you just get them to come back?

Nathan: No. There's too much classified stuff here. So after the job was done, I just had them all killed.

[smiles at Caleb]

Caleb: It's just in the Turing test, the machine should be hidden from the examiner.

Nathan: No, no. We're way past that. If I hid Ava from you so you could just hear her voice, she would pass for human. The real test is to show you that she's a robot and then see if you still feel she has consciousness.

Caleb: Yeah, I think you're probably right.

Nathan: Man, but what a thing we've shared, huh? Something to tell our grandchildren, right?

Caleb: After they've sign their NDAs.

Nathan: [laughs] Yeah, their NDAs... Dude, you crack me up, man.

Nathan: Who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters. It's a movie, man. You don't know that movie? A ghost gives Dan Aykroyd oral sex.

Nathan: It is what it is... It's Promethean man.

Nathan: Buddy, your head's been *so* fucked with.

Caleb: I don't think it's me whose head is fucked.

Nathan: I don't know, man. I woke up this morning to a tape of you slicing your arm open and punching the mirror. You seem pretty fucked up to me.

Caleb: You're a bastard.

Nathan: Yeah, well, I understand why you'd think that. But believe it or not, I'm actually the guy that's on your side.

Nathan: [meeting for the first time] Caleb, I'm just gonna throw this out there, so it's said, okay? You're freaked out.

Caleb: I am?

Nathan: Yeah. You're freaked out, by the helicopter, and the mountains and the house, because it's all so super-cool. And you're freaked out by me, to be meeting me, having this conversation in this room, at this moment. Right? And I get that. I get the moment you're having, but... Dude, can we just get past that? Can we just be two guys? Nathan and Caleb? Not the whole "employer-employee" thing?

Caleb: Yeah, okay.

Nathan: Yeah?

Caleb: Yes, uh... yeah. It's good to meet you, Nathan.

Nathan: It's good to meet you too, Caleb.

Nathan: The answer is, how do you feel about her? Nothing analytical, just... how you feel.

Caleb: I feel... that she is fucking amazing.

Caleb: Her language abilities... they're incredible. The system is stochastic. Right? It's non-deterministic? At first I thought she was mapping from internal semantic form to syntactic tree-structured and then getting linearised words. But then I started to realise the model was some kind of hybrid.

Nathan: Caleb.

Caleb: No?

Nathan: I understand that you want me to explain how Ava works, but I'm sorry. I'm not gonna be able to do that.

Caleb: Try me. I'm hot on high-level abstraction.

Nathan: It's not 'cause I think you're too dumb. It's 'cause I want to have a beer and a conversation with you, not a seminar.

Caleb: [laughs nervously] Sorry.

Nathan: [about Kyoko] I told you, you're wasting your time talking to her. However, you would not be wasting your time... if you were *dancing* with her.

[turns on lights and music]

Caleb: Can we talk about the lies you've been spinning me?

Nathan: What lies?

Caleb: I didn't win a competition. I wasn't part of a lottery. I was selected. It's obvious, once I stop to think. Why would you randomly select an examiner for the Turing test? You could have had some bean counter turn up at your front door. The guy who fixes the air-conditioning.

Nathan: The competition was a smokescreen. I didn't want anyone to know what I was doing here, or why I required you.

Caleb: Why me?

Nathan: I needed someone that would ask the right questions. So I did a search and I found the most talented coder in my company. You know, instead of seeing this as a deception, you should see it as proof.

Caleb: Proof of what?

Nathan: Come on, Caleb. You don't think I don't know what it's like to be smart? Smarter than everyone else. Jockeying for position. You got the light on you, man. Not lucky. Chosen.

Nathan: So, do you know what the Turing Test is?

Caleb: Yeah. I know what the Turing Test is. It's when a human interacts with a computer and if the human doesn't know they're interacting with a computer, the test is passed.

Nathan: And what does a pass tell us?

Caleb: That the computer has artificial intelligence.

[astounded]

Caleb: Are you building an AI?

Nathan: I've already built one.

Caleb: I'm still trying to figure the examination formats. Yeah, it feels like testing Ava through conversation is kind of a closed loop.

Nathan: It's a closed loop?

Caleb: Yeah. Like testing a chess computer by only playing chess.

Nathan: How else do you test a chess computer?

Caleb: Well, it depends. You know, I mean, you can play it to find out if it makes good moves, but... but that won't tell you if it knows that it's playing chess. And it won't tell you if it knows what chess is.

Nathan: Uh huh. So it's simulation versus actual.

Caleb: Yes, yeah. And I think being able to differentiate between the two is the Turing Test you want me to perform.

Nathan: Look, do me a favor. Lay off the textbook approach. I just want simple answers to simple questions. Yesterday I asked you how to felt about her and you gave me a great answer. Now the question is, "How does she feel about you?"

Nathan: So what are you doing awake at this time? You come to join the party?

Nathan: This building isn't a house. It's a research facility. Buried in these walls is enough fiber optic cable to reach the moon and lasso it. And I want to talk to you about what I'm researching. I want to share it with you. In fact, I wanna share it with you so much, it's eating me up inside. But there's something I need you to do for me first.

Caleb: [reading contract] "Blue Book non-disclosure agreement."

Nathan: Take your time. Read it over.

Caleb: [continues reading] "The signee agrees to regular data audit with unlimited access, to confirm that no disclosure of information has taken place in public or private forums, using any means of communication, including but not limited to that which is disclosed orally or in written or electronic form."

[frightened]

Caleb: I think I need a lawyer.

Nathan: It's standard.

Caleb: It doesn't feel very standard.

Nathan: Okay, it's not standard. What can I tell you, Caleb? You don't have to sign it. You know, we can spend the next few days just shooting pool, getting drunk together, bonding. And when you discover what you've missed out on, in about a year, you're gonna regret it for the rest of your life.

[Caleb signs the contract immediately]

Nathan: Good call.

Nathan: [Kyoko spills wine] Oh, shit! Are you fucking kidding me? Did it get on you?

Caleb: No, no. It's... it's all right. I got it.

Nathan: Dude, you're wasting your time talking to her. She doesn't understand English. Just give her the napkin.

Caleb: Sorry.

Nathan: It's like a firewall against leaks. It means I can talk trade secrets over dinner and know it'll go no further. It also means that I can't tell her that I'm pissed when she's so fucking clumsy that she spills wine over my house guest.

Caleb: I think she gets that you're pissed.

Nathan: Yeah? Good. Because I am pissed. Hey, Kyoko?

[waves her goodbye]

Nathan: Go-go.

Caleb: There was one interesting thing that happened today.

Nathan: Yeah?

Caleb: Yeah. She made a joke.

Nathan: Right. When she threw your line back at you. About being interested to see what she'd choose. Right, I noticed that, too.

Caleb: Yeah, that got me thinking, you know. In a way, that's the best indication of AI that I've seen in her so far. It's discretely complicated. It's like... it's kind of non-autistic.

Nathan: What do you mean?

Caleb: She could only do that with an awareness of her own mind... and also an awareness of mine.

Nathan: Oh, she's aware of you, all right.

Nathan: [speaking about Ava] You're impressed.

Caleb: *Yes. Yes.* Although...

Nathan: Although?

[cackles]

Nathan: There's a qualification to you being impressed?

Nathan: [drunkenly misquoting Oppenheimer] In battle, in forest, on the precipice of the mountain, on the... the great, dark sea. In the sleep, confusion. In the depths of shame... The good deeds a man has done before defends him. The good deeds a man has done before defends him. The good deeds a man has done before... defends him.

Caleb: Oh, man. She's fascinating. When you talk to her, you're just... through the looking glass.

Nathan: Through the looking glass? Wow. You're good with words, Caleb. You're quotable.

Caleb: Actually that's someone else's quote.

Nathan: [unbinds tape on fists] To be honest... I thought we'd have... breakfast together, but... I can't really eat anything. I got the mother of all fucking hangovers.

Caleb: Oh, yeah?

Nathan: Oh, my god, like you wouldn't even believe. When I have a heavy night, I... compensate the next morning. Exercise. Antioxidants. You know?

Caleb: Yeah, sure. Was it a good party?

Nathan: Party?

Caleb: Yeah, wasn't there a party?

[no response]

Caleb: There wasn't a party. Sorry.

Sammy: You get all you want for free?

Nathan: Yeah. Except for Sally warned me to be careful, because the last guy that worked for her ended up in rehab, so I try to be cool, and only smoke at night. Plus a couple of nights a week I go to the gym, so I don't smoke on those nights... Do you work out?

Sammy: No man, I'm a musician.

Nathan: Life is my fucking puzzle.

Anthony: Okay. What do you do for fun?

Nathan: Mmm. Honestly? Nothing. Yeah, my life is a joyless existence. I work, I sleep, and I do a bit of pot, and I drink. That's it. I'm basically totally alone all the time. Are you glad you asked?

Sally St. Claire: You know, out of all the screw-ups I've had, you've had days where you almost, almost got everything right.

Nathan: Well I'd like to think that today is one of those days.

Tracey: When we die they put us into the ground, and slugs eat us, of course, and then we disappear. And then we don't exist any more.

Nathan: Nobody can be sure of that either. But you know, I believe one thing. Want me to tell you?

Tracey: Mm-hmm.

Nathan: I think just because we die, doesn't mean we don't exist anymore. Maybe we exist someplace else. And you know why I think that?

Tracey: [no]

Nathan: When you see a boat vanish - have you ever seen a boat vanish on the horizon? When a boat disappears in the distance, it vanishes. But does that mean it doesn't exist anymore?

Tracey: No.

Nathan: Right. I believe dying is like that. It's like a boat vanishing on the horizon. Just because you can't see it, doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Nathan: [writing a letter] Someone once told me, the wonder of life is in the here and now. I'm going to die soon. And yet, I'm no longer dominated by fear. Life is full of riches - the gestures, the laughter, the joy we shared. I remember it all. I remember you breathing too, when you slept in the car. Mommy's face when she saw us. We did a lot of things together. Lots and lots of things. I've learned a lot. I've met some wonderful people.

Nathan: Cherish your happiness. Savor every instant. And above all, don't get upset if you think of me. Don't be sad. And one day, if you want to talk to me, if you really want to, pick a spot you like. A spot were we used to go together. You'll be able to talk to me - you'll see. Because I'll be there. And remember, don't be ashamed to tell people you care about that you love them. I love you both. Very much.

[last lines]

Claire: We thought you left us. That you'd, um... We were worried.

Nathan: I know. But don't be scared. I'm here now. I'll never leave you again. I'm here.

King David: That soldier who laid his hands on the Ark - he was only trying to be helpful.

Nathan: It is not for us to question the ways of the Lord.

King David: I question nothing, yet the sun was hot that day, the man had been drinking wine, all were excited when the ark began to fall. Is it not possible that the man might have died naturally from other causes?

Nathan: All causes are from God!

Nathan: Lloyd! Dinner!

Lloyd: I'm not hungry

Nathan: Lloyd!

Lloyd: I'M NOT HUNGRY!

Nathan: I heard Troy got his butt whipped Yeah so?

Lloyd: ...Yeah so?

Nathan: So What are you gunna do about it?

Lloyd: You better get out of here before mom sees your bains splattered all over my ceiling!

Nathan: I see dead people.

Sam: You warned us. At the memorial service. You said death didn't like to be cheated.

William Bludworth: It's just that I've seen this before.

Nathan: You've seen what?

William Bludworth: A lucky few survive a disaster. And then one by one... death comes for them all. You changed things on that bridge. There's a wrinkle in reality. And that wrinkle is you.

Nathan: So what, we're doomed to die? I mean is - is that it? We just got our lives back, so what kind of fucked up karma's that?

Sam: Are you saying we can't stop this?

William Bludworth: You were supposed to die on that bridge. You're not supposed to be here. You shorted death. So you let death have somebody else in your place, and you take their spot in the realm of the living. All the days and years that they have yet to live. And they take *your* place in death. Then the books are balanced.

Peter Friedkin: Wait a minute. We kill someone, we get their life? Is that what you're telling me?

William Bludworth: I don't make the rules. I just clean up... after the game is over.

Peter Friedkin: Want to ask him who's next?

Dennis: Who's what?

Dennis: [wrench is flung at Dennis head by the sander, killing him]

Sam: DENNIS! It was Dennis!

Nathan: No shit!

Nathan: You were supposed to rescue us!

Black: Fellow.

Nathan: What?

Black: Fellow.

Nathan: Follow?

Black: Fellow.

Nathan: I like my women agressive, and my men passive. What do you think that means?

Maggie: It means you're deluded.

Nathan: I don't want people from high school knowing about me.

Maggie: Why? Who cares?

Nathan: Because it makes them feel superior. On top of that, they get this self-satisfying look on their face like they knew all along. It pisses me off.

Maggie: I can flirt with who I want.

Nathan: You're my date.

Maggie: I am not your date.

Nathan: Well I consider you my date. If you don't want to play by the rules you can just fuck off. You're a prop and your replaceable.

[angry and offended, Maggie delibrately spills wine onto Nathan's lap]

Maggie: I hope your pants are replaceable.

Louis: If days of the week had a color, what would Tuesday be?

Nathan: Sky blue!

Angry: Navy. No, uh, dark brown.

Louis: Like a chocolate!