Ronnie Quotes in Kiss of Death (1995)

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Ronnie Quotes:

  • Ronnie: What the fuck? You guys look like the Gorton's fishermen

    Little Junior Brown: Ronnie, I want you to listen to this.

  • Ronnie: You know what your problem is? You're a liberal.

  • Feather: Come on, Ronnie, Jimmy isn't your type.

    Ronnie: Well, maybe if you moved the hair out of your eyes...

    Feather: Don't touch!

    Ronnie: ...you'd see how wrong you are.

  • Ronnie: I don't know. If you ask me, he's either the toughest guy at Lawson or the stupidest.

    Feather: No way. He went to one of those brain factories back east, and I mean the guy's head is totally crammed.

    Frankie Croyden: Yeah, with bullshit!

  • Ronnie: Wow! Check out that lawn! It's a block-long of perfect green!

    Morgan Hiller: It's a golf course, Ron.

  • Feather: So, are you going to get a ring?

    Frankie Croyden: [sighs]

    Ronnie: If you do, get it at Woolworth's. Suzie Rostelli got hers there; it almost looks like the real thing!

    Feather: I saw it; it really does.

    Ronnie: Amazing!

  • Ronnie: Can you believe this place? There's not a zit in the house!

  • Ronnie: At first I gagged. But, after awhile it's really easy. I mean you guys swallow, don't you?

  • Ronnie: Don't let them fool you, it's the 80s, size does matter... I mean not in bed, we're all the same size in bed.

  • [Sean goes into a fighting stance against a gang member]

    Ronnie: Ooh... it's Kung Fu Man. Hey! Hey, guys, look, it's Kung Fu Man.

    [Four other gang members join him and surround Sean]

  • Ronnie: I'm just playing you man. Yeah, that's it, I'm just playing.

    The Guyver: Then let's play.

    [the Guyver throws him into a canister]

  • Ronnie: The old man's upstairs, z'got a bug up his ass *this big*.

    Charlie: Hey, so what else is new.

    Ronnie: It's no bullshit Charlie. He's checkin' the dupes.

    Charlie: He's checkin' the waiter's dupes tonight?

    Ronnie: Party's over for a while. And this broad you're startin' up with? That's Johnny Mac's private stock.

  • [last lines]

    Ronnie: [as she searches for him] Salim... Salim... SALIM... SALIM!

  • Ronnie: You're a real nutcase mister

    Emil Saber: Maybe but i have the gun

  • Ronnie: [re: Elizabeth] I'll see her in my dreams for the rest of my life.

    Top Connors: I hate to be a spoilsport, but I would like to draw to your attention the fact that she's a woman, and you're a mouse!

    Ronnie: Well, there's one thing I'm not, and that's a racist.

  • Ronnie: Oh, she's a mess. You gotta be careful. She goes to a lot of therapy.

    Pat: I go to a lot of therapy, Ronnie. What are you trying to say?

    Ronnie: I'm just saying.

  • Dr. Cliff Patel: Will somebody please explain me the parlay, please?

    Ronnie: You gotta win two bets or you lose the whole thing. For Pat Sr. to win, the Birds gotta beat the Cowboys, plus, Pat and Tiffany gotta get at least a 5 at the dance.

    Dr. Cliff Patel: That's very, very manic, indeed.

  • Ronnie: [Referring to Graham Parker video they are viewing] What are you doing?

    Cat: I'm contextualizing him as one of the great figures in rock history.

    Ronnie: You can't show him in his prime in '77 and then jump straight to him as he is now. It's terrifying. You have to reverse it. You have got to show him as he is now, very briefly, and then show him in 1977. You have got to Benjamin Button it.

    Cat: I don't know what you're talking about. All rock stars are older now. Steven Tyler, David Bowie, Mick Jagger...

    Pete: Paul McCartney.

    Ronnie: Okay, stop it. Everybody that you are mentioning looks like an old woman now. You're just mentioning a bunch of Jessica Tandys. Keith Richards gets away with it, but that's because Keith Richards looked 70 when he was 40. And now that he's 70 he looks 69. He's regenerating.

  • Pete: Don't talk to me about responsibilities. I have a life. I have a family. I can't afford to sit in my apartment getting high, jerking off, and then going to Tommy's Chili Burgers at three o'clock in the morning.

    Ronnie: That's not even the order that happens in!

  • Graham Parker: Got a bit of a problem. Touch of gout.

    Pete: Gout?

    Graham Parker: Yeah, my whole family, they all had gout.

    Pete: Jesus.

    Ronnie: That's very unfortunate.

    Graham Parker: My auntie Queenie, she had a foot like the size of a small pig. I've got a photo of it.

    Ronnie: I'd love to see that photo of that gout foot.

    Graham Parker: A couple of bunions as well.

    Ronnie: Fuck.

  • Dave: Hi, I'm Dave.

    Ronnie: Ronnie.

    Dave: Ronnie. That's a great name.

    Ronnie: Thank you.

    Dave: Do you have a cell phone I can use?

    Ronnie: Why?

    Dave: Someone's got to call God and let him know one of his angels are missing.

    Ronnie: Wow, that is the worst lines I've ever heard.

    Dave: Well what do you want from me? I've been out of the game for a while. I've been slumming it with a really hot redhead.

  • Dave: Is his junk literally out of his pants?

    Ronnie: Yes.

    Dave: Now it's a party.

  • Ronnie: What are you, crazy? That's assault!

    Moe: Heres your pepper. Shut up.

    [Moe slaps him]

    The Situation: My man!

    Ronnie: Who asked ya, muscle-head?

    [Moe pokes him in the head]

    JWoww: Moe! You can't just go around hitting people.

    Moe: No? Well, can I do this?

    [Moe plucks out her nose hair]

    Moe: Hmm, rare bouquet.

  • Sammi: Now look: either you kick Moe off the show, or we're suing him!

    Snooki: Like, with a lawyer!

    Moe's Hip Executive: Court sounds okay to me.

    Moe's Hip Executive: [to his assistant] You know, we could probably do a cross-promotion with Lockup.

    Snooki: Great, just great. So basically, what you're saying is this whole show is about the ratings?

    Moe's Hip Executive: Uh, yeah.

    RonnieThe Situation: Ohhh!

    [Ronnie, The Situation and the other cast members groan in annoyance]

    Sammi: Unbelievable.

    Moe: [pointing to Snooki's "Guinness" hat] Look, just 'cause she's wearing a "genius" hat, doesn't mean she is one.

  • Ronnie: How's that Whynatte?

    The Situation: This is, like, my fourth or fifth.

    Sammi: What happened last night?

    The Situation: What kind of flavor? I like coffee, too.

    Moe: Hey, I'm heading out to 7-Eleven, anyone up for some gummy worms?

    JWoww: Yeah, maybe if they were soaked in vodka. By the way, why are you even on our show? You look like a stretched-out meatball.

    The Situation: [laughter] Did not Moe tell you that he's using our little program as a launching pad to make a lot of paper to save homeless orphan babies?

    Ronnie: Good luck, this guy can't even buy the right kind of grated cheese. I asked for Romano, not Parmesan, you mook.

    Moe: Oh, you don't like that cheese.

    Ronnie: No.

    Moe: Well, let's see what we can do about that.

    [Moe picks up the cheese grater]

    Ronnie: What are you doing?

    Teddy: [watching "Jersey Shore" from his bedroom with Lydia] Oh boy, here we go.

    Moe: [Moe rubs the cheese grater on Ronnie's foot] How about some aged cheddar, tough guy? Come on!

    Ronnie: Ow! What, are you crazy? That's assault!

    Moe: Here's your pepper. Shut up!

    [Moe slaps Ronnie]

    The Situation: My man!

    Moe: Who asked you, muscle-head!

    [Moe quickly finger-pokes The Situation's eyes]

    Sammi: Moe, you just can't go around hitting people!

    Moe: Oh, no? Well, can I do this?

    [Moe plucks Sammi's nasal hairs out of her nostril]

    Sammi: Hmm, rare bouquet.

    JWoww: Are you kidding me? Who does this?

  • Ronnie: How's that Whynatte?

    The Situation: This is, like, my fourth or fifth.

    Sammi: What happened last night?

    The Situation: What kind of flavor? I like coffee, too.

    Moe: Hey, I'm heading out to 7-Eleven, anyone up for some gummy worms?

    JWoww: Yeah, maybe if they were soaked in vodka. By the way, why are you even on our show? You look like a stretched-out meatball.

    [laughter]

    The Situation: Did not Moe tell you that he's using our little program as a launching pad to make a lot of paper to save homeless orphan babies?

    Ronnie: Good luck, this guy can't even buy the right kind of grated cheese. I asked for Romano, not Parmesan, you mook.

    Moe: Oh, you don't like that cheese.

    Ronnie: No.

    Moe: Well, let's see what we can do about that.

    [Moe picks up the cheese grater]

    Ronnie: What are you doing?

    Teddy: [watching "Jersey Shore" from his bedroom with Lydia] Oh boy, here we go.

    Moe: [Moe rubs the cheese grater on Ronnie's foot] How about some aged cheddar, tough guy? Come on!

    Ronnie: Ow! What, are you crazy? That's assault!

    Moe: Here's your pepper, shut up!

    [Moe slaps Ronnie]

    The Situation: My man!

    Moe: [Moe finger-pokes The Situation in the eyes] Who asked you, muscle-head!

    Sammi: Moe, you just can't go around hitting people!

    Moe: Oh, no? Well, can I do this?

    [Moe plucks Sammi's nasal hairs out of her nostril]

    Sammi: Ow!

    Moe: Hmm, rare bouquet.

    JWoww: Are you kidding me? Who does this?

  • Ronnie: H... hi, Mr. Conehead.

    Beldar Conehead: [Peels back the roof of Ronnie's car] I find you unacceptable!

    Ronnie: Yes, sir!

    Beldar Conehead: If I did not fear incarceration from human authority figures, I would terminate your life functions by applying sufficient pressure to your blunt skull so as to force its collapse!

    Ronnie: [Beldar replaces the roof in its original position and walks away] Th... thank you.

  • [Connie gulps down an entire sub sandwich]

    Ronnie: [impressed] Wow! My Mom's the only other woman I know who can take a sandwich like that!

    Connie: [pointing at Ronnie's sub] You going to finish that?

  • Connie: How can it take so long to do a simple alignment on an american sedan with standard rack-and-pinion steering and MacPherson struts When your garage is equipped with the proper Borg-Warner digital hydraulic radiometer?

    Ronnie: Maybe because I was out back finishing a beer.

  • Ronnie: Yeah, my grandfather's from the "Old Country".

    Connie: Oh really, which one?

    Ronnie: I'm not sure. One of the big ones.

  • Ryan: [battle rap duel] Yo! Call me whatever you want, but you know I gets busy I'm so badass, I'm the king of Vice City, like the Buddha, I'm Zen, like Beckham I bend, I tell suckers "say hello to my little friend".

    Filkins: Hey, meatball, where's your spaghetti? Your rapping's like a nightmare but I don't see Freddy. You best not even try to spit rhymes, dude 'cause when you spit all I ever see is chewed-up food.

    Ronnie: Yeah, that's how we roll, that's how we do.

    Ryan: Hold on. I know you just didn't go there, I got more skills than you in my one and only nut hair. So you better step off before you insult me and mine 'cause if you decide to step on, see I'm like a land mine... Boom! Boom!

    Filkins: Oh, my God, look it's a punkass rapping. He say one more word I'm gonna have to bitch-slap him. So surprised you're moving ass is so damn fat. You're luck I don't hit you with my Wiffle, Wiffle Ball bat.

    Ryan: Can't hurt my head with a bat, I'm the Incredible Hulk, I'm like Costco. I'm serving ass kickings in bulk. You don't like my words Mister King of the School? Well, guess what? You can suck on my family's jewels. Bitch!

    [crowd cheers]

  • Ronnie: Holy crap, you guys are retarded!

  • [first lines]

    Maureen: [having just finished singing her audition] Mr. Lanz? I'm done.

    Richie Lanz: [long pause] No.

    [sighs]

    Richie Lanz: Forgive me. No. You're just beginning.

    Maureen: You liked it?

    Richie Lanz: Liked it? You made me want to swallow poison. And forget pitch, rhythm and tone... and emotional attachment to the lyric or the melody.

    Maureen: I'm sorry. I don't think I...

    Richie Lanz: A grain of sand slips into an oyster... and irritates the bivalve. What happens?

    Maureen: A pearl.

    Richie Lanz: Celine Dion. Miss Nicki Minaj. Christina Aguilera occasionally. All of them deeply, profoundly irritating. Each one of 'em a huge star. You - mighty Mo - are that irritant.

    [inhales]

    Maureen: So you'll represent me?

    Richie Lanz: If you'll have me... Richie Lanz Management... globally, in all markets.

    Maureen: [squeals, laughs]

    Ronnie: [entering] Welcome to the team.

    Maureen: Thank you! Thank you. So $1,200?

    Richie Lanz: It's just to cover wardrobe, studio time, gym classes.

    Maureen: Oh, I go to a gym...

    Richie Lanz: Wanna get you a good blender too.

  • [Diamond and Ronnie have a big fight in the locker rooms. Diamond knees Ronnie in the groin]

    Ronnie: No balls here, bitch.

    Diamond: Could've fooled me!

  • Anthony: You do realise, you just kissed goodbye to the money.

    Ronnie: Come on, let's get cracking.

    Anthony: She's going to run off with it, you must know that?

    Ronnie: Come on! How can she, she's got Damian?

    Anthony: She'll kidnap him, hold him to ransom for the rest of the money.

    Ronnie: No, Anthony, that's what *you'd* do.

  • David: We should just kill her.

    Ronnie: Sure.

    Tom: But you gotta think about the kid, growing up without a mother. I wouldn't do that to a kid.

    David: Well, it's better than growing up with that troll as your mother.

    Tom: That's so true.

    Ronnie: That's true.

    Tom: Or we could kill *him*.

    Ronnie: Ramone?

    Tom: What? Dude. No, War... you don't kill a fucking baby. Ward.

  • David: She dead?

    Ronnie: Yeah.

    Tom: Oh, yeah.

    Gina: Your hair looks great!

    Amanda: You like it? I'm not sure.

    Gina: Yeah! Really great.

  • Ronnie: Honey, did you see me fartin'?

  • Tammy: Well how am I gonna get a babysitter?

    Ronnie: Ain't you got a T.V.?

    Tammy: Yeah.

    Ronnie: Well alright then. See ya tonight.

  • Ronnie: Man, I know they talking about beer, but I can think of another pair I'd like to grab. My balls.

  • Ronnie: Wait! I didn't even get my suck off!

  • Ronnie: I'll see you in hell, Terry. Hey! Do something real bad so I can see you in hell, okay?

  • Ronnie: Attention! Get set for Ida's Bikini Shop fashion preview. The look this summer is military. So look out, 'cuz the troops have landed on the beach.

    ["Camouflage-look" music video commences]

  • Ronnie: [about Bon Scott] He went out in style!

    Sam: That's how I want to go out!

    Lloyd: What, choke on your own vomit?

  • Harry Balbo: You look tired. Getting enough sleep?

    Ronnie: This new girlfriend I got, she's killing me!

    Harry Balbo: She's got a sister?

  • Ronnie: Remember - we don't have to deliver every last inch of the man, Brian!

    Brian: You're right, Ronnie - lend us your knife.

  • Ronnie: You need to be glad that you graduated from high school, and that you're alive at eighteen, and you need to do something with yourself before you end up like he did.

  • Ronnie: Felt like a truck and shit, man. Except now they got me on heroin or some shit.

  • Ronnie: Maybe we'll meet some place by accident.

    Danny Fisher: Will you tell me where you think the accident will take place and I'll make sure I'm there.

  • Ronnie: Nice shootin', Bedford. You murdered the lamp.

  • Ronnie: [Abouy his roulette bets] I know this system is infallible because I worked it out myself.

  • Seth Brundle: You have to leave now, and never come back here. Have you ever heard of insect politics? Neither have I. Insects... don't have politics. They're very... brutal. No compassion, no compromise. We can't trust the insect. I'd like to become the first... insect politician. Y'see, I'd like to, but... I'm afraid, uh...

    Ronnie: I don't know what you're trying to say.

    Seth Brundle: I'm saying... I'm saying I - I'm an insect who dreamt he was a man and loved it. But now the dream is over... and the insect is awake.

    Ronnie: No. no, Seth...

    Seth Brundle: I'm saying... I'll hurt you if you stay.

  • Tawny: [after Seth says it's Tawny's turn to teleport] I'm afraid.

    Seth Brundle: Don't be afraid.

    Ronnie: No. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

  • Seth Brundle: What's there to take? The disease has just revealed its purpose. We don't have to worry about contagion anymore... I know what the disease wants.

    Ronnie: What does the disease want?

    Seth Brundle: It wants to... turn me into something else. That's not too terrible is it? Most people would give anything to be turned into something else.

    Ronnie: Turned into what?

    Seth Brundle: Whaddaya think? A fly. Am I becoming a hundred-and-eighty-five-pound fly? No, I'm becoming something that never existed before. I'm becoming... Brundlefly. Don't you think that's worth a Nobel Prize or two?

  • Ronnie: Don't you get it? I am finally onto something that's big. Huge.

    Stathis Borans: What? His cock?

    Ronnie: Crude Stathis. Even for you.

  • Ronnie: If you *SAW* him, Stathis, if you saw how scared and angry and desperate he is...

    Stathis Borans: I'm sure Typhoid Mary was a very nice person too when you saw her socially.

  • Seth Brundle: I've come here to say one magic word to you.

    Ronnie: Yeah?

    Seth Brundle: Cheeseburger.

  • Seth Brundle: I was not pure. The teleporter insists on inner pure. I was not pure.

    Ronnie: I don't know what you mean.

    Seth Brundle: A fly... got into the... transmitter pod with me that first time, when I was alone. The computer... got confused - there weren't supposed to be two separate genetic patterns - and it decided to... uhh... splice us together. It mated us, me and the fly. We hadn't even been properly introduced.

  • Ronnie: [after an unsuccessful test of the telepods] We've gotta do this, Seth. Talk to the tape. Get in the habbit. The world will want to know what you're thinking.

    Seth Brundle: "Fuck!" is what I'm thinking.

    Ronnie: Good... The world will want to know that... What else? Why didn't it work?

    Seth Brundle: [Disappointed] I think it turned the baboon inside-out.

    Ronnie: Why?

    Seth Brundle: [sigh] It can't cope with the flesh. It only seems to work on inanimate objects; nothing that's living.

    Ronnie: Why?

    Seth Brundle: Computers are dumb. They only know what you tell them... I must not know enough about the flesh myself. I'm gonna have to learn.

    [Long pause]

    Seth Brundle: I don't wanna talk now.

    [Ronnie turns off the camera and watches Seth sympathetically as he walks away with his head held low in disappointment]

  • Seth Brundle: I think you're making a mistake. I think you really want to talk to me.

    Ronnie: Sorry, I have three other interviews to do before this party's over.

    Seth Brundle: Yeah, but they're not working on something that'll change the world as we know it.

    Ronnie: They say they are.

    Seth Brundle: Yeah, but they're lying. I'm not.

  • Ronnie: [to Stathis] You're a petty schmuck!

  • Ronnie: Do you ever change your clothes?

    Seth Brundle: What?

    Seth Brundle: Your clothes. You're always wearing the same clothes.

    Seth Brundle: No, these are clean. I change my clothes every day.

    Ronnie: [Veronica looks into his closet and finds five sets of the same suits, ties, shoes and pants] Five sets of exactly the same clothes?

    Seth Brundle: Learned it from Einstein. This way I don't have to expand my thought on what I have to wear next, I just grab the next set on the rack.

  • Seth Brundle: [Seth and Ronnie try an experiment late at night. Seth takes a steak and cuts it in half. He cooks one half, and the other half is teleported then cooked. He hands one plate to Ronnie and cuts her a piece] Okay. Eat this, and I need an objective opinion.

    Seth Brundle: [Ronnie chews it and looks at Seth confused as to what he is doing] Yeah?

    Ronnie: Well, it could use some finesse, but um... it tastes like a steak.

    Seth Brundle: Mmm-hmm.

    [Cuts some steak]

    Seth Brundle: Now, I want you to try this... teleported half.

    Ronnie: Oh, are you serious? A monkey just came apart in there.

    Seth Brundle: Baboon... Eat.

    Ronnie: [Ronnie eats it] Oh... Oh, oh, tastes funny.

    [Spits it in a napkin]

    Seth Brundle: Funny? How?

    Ronnie: It tastes um... synthetic.

    Seth Brundle: [Seth smiles and takes the napkin] Mmm-hmm.

    Ronnie: [smiles with intrigue] So, what have we proved?

    Seth Brundle: The computer is giving us its interpretation... of a steak. It's, uh translating it for us; it's rethinking it, rather than *reproducing* it, and something is getting lost in the translation.

    Ronnie: Me... I'm lost.

    Seth Brundle: The flesh. It should make the computer, uh crazy. Like those old ladies pinching babies. But it doesn't; not yet because I haven't taught the computer to be made crazy by the...

    [smiles at Ronnie]

    Seth Brundle: flesh. The poetry of the steak. So, I'm gonna start teaching it now.

  • Ronnie: [Ronnie is driving to Seth's lab quickly in her car. Seth is on the passenger side, breathing heavily and appears to be ill] Are you sick?

    Seth Brundle: [sighs] Huh? Oh... sure.

    Ronnie: You're not a very accomplished drunk.

    Seth Brundle: No, no I'm always like this it's um... motion sickness. When I was a kid, I uh... puked on my tricycle.

    [Ronnie goes over a speed bump. The car bounces]

    Seth Brundle: [smiles weakly] I hate vehicles.

  • Brian: OK, what's the story?

    Stathis Borans: She's pregnant and she wants an abortion.

    Brian: In the middle of the night?

    Stathis Borans: We have good reason to believe this child will be deformed.

    Brian: Yeah, but in the middle of the night...

    Stathis Borans: Look, Brian, please.

    Brian: Is it your child?

    Stathis Borans: No. It's the... child of a man who is deformed.

    Brian: Look, I don't mean to interfere, but I detect a certain uncertainty here. You know, there are tests we can do that can determine whether or not...

    Ronnie: I don't want tests. Tests can't guarantee anything. The baby could start off normal and then become...

    Ronnie: [determinedly] I want an abortion. I'll do it myself if I have to.

  • Lazarus: [to Ronnie] Boy, you here to make a point, or you here to kill somebody?

    Ronnie: You ain't gonna call me boy when I blow your face off!

  • Ronnie: [about him going overseas] I gotta believe we can do this or I ain't gonna make it, Rae.

  • Ronnie: [to Rae about Laz] Ain't been a week and you already some nigger's whore? Gill told me. Told me how you and he... you and everybody...

  • Kale: This is my friend, Ronnie. Ronald. Say hi, Ronald.

    Ronnie: Hi, Ronald.

  • Ronnie: Operation Stupid is officially over!

  • Ronnie: Oh my god, you've made the tower of Twinkie! Is that in a stalker's handbook somewhere?

  • Ronnie: It reeks in here!

    Kale: What's it smell like?

    Ronnie: The corpse of a rotting hottie.

  • [last lines]

    Ronnie: [filming Kale and Ashley kissing] Soon to be the most popular video on YouTube.

  • Ronnie: I really *really* love your neighborhood.

  • Ronnie: Man, I was in your closet for like two weeks. I gotta take a piss.

  • Ronnie: Dude you havta see this I got like my whole great escape on video!

  • Ashley: [to Ronnie and Kale] What took you so long?

    Kale: We were upstairs playing.

    Ronnie: Video games!

  • Ronnie: [breaking into a car] This is a lot harder than it looks on the Internet.

  • Ronnie: [Ronnie is attempting to break into Turner's car while talking to Kale on a phone] Are you sure I'm still in the clear?

    Kale: [Kale switches to Ashley who is following Turner at the store] Ashley, where's Turner now?

    Ashley: He's shovel shopping. Visual coming your way.

    [Ashley sends a picture of Turner on her phone to Kale's computer]

    Ronnie: Are you sure I'm still clear?

    Kale: [Looking at picture of Turner at store] Yeah, you're golden, man. He's still in the store.

    Ronnie: [Sitting down in front of Turner's car] Ok...

    Kale: [Ashley is sending continuous photos of Turner to Kale's computer] Well, that's pretty cool.

    Ronnie: What are you talking about?

    Kale: Ashley's got like a live feed going here.

  • Ronnie: [whispering] Help me...

  • Ronnie: [repeated word, emphasizing pronunciation during a Spanish class presentation] Quizas.

    [class laughs]

  • Ronnie: [listening to "You'll Never Find" by Lou Rawls] My dad likes this song, by the way.

  • Kale: All right that's it. Give me the phone, I'm calling the cops

    Ashley: Wait, he didn't even do anything. All he said was that he liked his privacy

    Kale: But think about that, why does he want his privacy? I mean he's hiding something, we know that.

    Ronnie: Yeah, definitely.

    Kale: Right? And he knows that we know that, he knows that, and regardless of if he had a bad day or good one, it doesen't matter. He scared the hell out of you, that's a grown man.

    Ashley: Look, Kale, he freaked me out, but he's right. We're the ones spying.

    Ronnie: Oh, man, she has that Stockholm thing. You know where the hostage falls for the hostage taker?

    Ashley: Where do you get this stuff?

    Ronnie: I read a lot?

    Kale: Ok, I have a question, how is that a nice and charming guy?

    Ashley: I didn't say that.

    Kale: Ok, Ash, what you said was that "He broke into my car, but did it in a nice way?". Maybe I'm not understanding

    Ronnie: Ok, you know what? Can we just...

    Ashley: Drop this? This is obviously not a cute little game anymore. This has gone way too far.

    [Cell phone rings]

    Ashley: Hi, mom. No, I'm not over here.

    [pause]

    Ashley: Ok, I'm coming.

    [to Kale and Ronnie]

    Ashley: Parents anniversary amazingly enough... Just drop this, I'll call you later, ok?

  • Ronnie: Yes, concentrate. Now this one's for the gold.

  • Ronnie: [freaking out] Why you sound so agitated?

  • [Angela stands up and makes a sinister bear-like noise, and Paul's severed head falls from her lap. Susie covers her mouth in horror]

    Ronnie: ...How can it be?

    [Angela is revealed to be male, she's fully naked and has a bloody knife clutched in her hands]

    Ronnie: My god, she's a boy!

  • Ronnie: I think your shit, fuckin Charlie's shit put together would probably be the fucking shit.

  • Claude: [Who is now blind] About Ann, Ronnie. She loves him.

    Ronnie: How did you...

    Claude: Sure of it now. Thought so early this afternoon. When we shook hands.

    Ronnie: Didn't think you noticed.

    Claude: Mmm Hmm. Noticed. See better now. See lots of things.

  • Ronnie: You're real?

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