Sean Quotes in Sleepless (2017)

Sean: They said it was just gonna be a easy grab.

Vincent: Well, it ain't no easy grab, they got T!

Trevor: [as they are climbing] Hey, look at all the schist.

Sean: What?

Trevor: It's a metamorphic rock. Green schist, white schist, mica-garnet schist...

Sean: Oh. Schist.

Sean: Oh, we're in deep schist.

[from trailer]

Sean: [running from a dinosaur] Haven't you ever seen a dinosaur before?

Trevor: Not with skin on it!

Trevor: What are you doing?

Sean: I am Googling at 30 thousand feet.

Trevor: Are you supposed to be doing that?

Sean: Welcome to the 21st century.

[Sean and Trevor have fallen behind Hannah, tired of climbing]

Sean: I call dibs on the mountain guide.

Trevor: What? You're thirteen; you can't call dibs.

Sean: Rubies...

Hannah Ásgeirsson: Emeralds...

Trevor: Feldspar!

Hannah Ásgeirsson: [all climbing down] Just make conversation with me Sean.

Sean: So, uh, Hannah. Do you come here often?

Trevor: [laughs] That can't be the best you can do!

Sean: [yells] Hey! I'm trying to make converstation!

Hannah Ásgeirsson: It's OK. No Sean, I don't come here often.

[laughs]

Trevor: [sees Sean playing a PSP] What is that? A... Gameboy?

Sean: PSP.

Sean: [seeing a deserted field in the center of the Earth] Dang, I wish I read that book.

Trevor: Where are we?

Sean: [Reading from the map] Have we passed... Hvamsvik?

Trevor: Havamsvich? I don't know.

Sean: Have we passed... Engarsstadir?

Trevor: No.

Sean: Reynivir?

Trevor: I don't know.

Sean: Hasvik?

Trevor: No!

Sean: Glaundarhol?

Trevor: No!

Sean: Stiflastadir?

Trevor: Stiflardstarter?

Sean: How about Köldukadarskijökull?

Trevor: What?

Hannah Ásgeirsson: That's two you owe me now.

Trevor: Who's counting?

Hannah Ásgeirsson: I am.

Sean: [Sean came] That was... awesome!

Alexander: [On Sean's sprained ankle] On three. One...

[Pops ankle back]

Hank: What happened to two and three?

Sean: Yes, what happened to two and three?

Alexander: Two. Three.

Hank: [fighting a giant lizard with a flare] Not now, Sean. She's scared!

Sean: No, it's cold-blooded and it's attracted to heat.

[the lizard bites the flare]

Hank: That's emasculating.

Sean: Now what?

Hank: Now there's only one thing left. The thunder cookie.

[clenching his fist at the giant lizard and punches it]

Hank: I think I just made it worse.

[the lizard growls at them]

Kailani: Hope she doesn't like Polynesian food.

Gabato: I hope she doesn't like food with poop in its pants!

Sean: You know, if we die down there, mom is gonna kill us.

Hank: What in the blue heck is that?

Gabato: That is the finest helicopter in Palau!

Sean: I'd hate to see the worst.

Sean: [Kailani is chased by a giant lizard] Hey, Godzilla!

[the lizard heads his way]

Sean: Oh, crap...

Kailani: Hey, I can't believe we actually made it off the island!

Sean: Yeah...

[they look at each other]

Hank: [whispering into Sean's ear] Pop your pecs.

Sean: [turns to face Hank, whispering back angrily] I'm not gonna pop my pecs.

Hank: Now's the perfect time to pop your pecs. She's gonna love it, believe me. You...

Sean: I'm not gonna pop my pecs!

Hank: Do it, do it...

Sean: No, I'm not gonna pop my pecs!

Hank: She would love it, believe me!

Sean: No...

Kailani: Ahem!

[Sean turns back to her]

Kailani: You two done yet?

Hank: [whispering into Sean's ear] Pop your pecs.

Kailani: [puts her hands around Sean's neck] Thank you. For everything.

[she kisses him]

Hank: [to himself] That works too.

Kailani: Who are these guys?

Sean: Uh... I am a scientific explorer. Hi.

Sean: Told you it'd work.

Hank: You were right. I can't believe we made it.

Sean: It's Jules Verne, man. You gotta believe.

Kailani: [after Sean catches her in her fall, riding a bee] You saved me!

Sean: [proud] Yeah... I guess I did!

[the monstrous bird comes back]

Sean: Or maybe not!

Sean: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...

Hank: the mysterious island.

Sean: [looking at Kailani] Actually, Hank... Now that I look at it, this chopper's pretty freakin' gorgeous.

Hank: It looks like the liquefation has tripled overnight.

Kailani: What does that mean?

Hank: It means this island is sinking a lot faster than we thought.

Alexander: I thought you said a couple of days.

Hank: Now it looks more like a couple of hours.

Sean: A couple of hours?

Hank: We need to get to that sub now or we're all gonna be 20,000 leagues under the sea.

Alexander: I wanted to give you this.

Sean: A book?

Alexander: Oh, it's not just a book. It's a trip I want us to go on, all of us, as a family.

Sean: From the Earth to the Moon.

Alexander: What do you say?

Kailani: I think there's only one thing to say.

Sean: So, who's up for an adventure?

Liz: No, no, no!

Hank: Oh honey, what could possibly go wrong? It's only the moon!

Sean: Team work makes the dream work.

Skyler: How'd you come up with that?

Sean: I don't know. Shark Week.

Sean: They can see us but we can't see them.

Sean: They came here with a plan.

Sean: Our expansion plans for Moscow include getting drunk, laid and ending up in a Russian prison, all at the click of a button.

Ben: Ooh, an American.

Sean: I didn't fly halfway around the world to see Americans. Tell her to go to Applebees.

Sean: What's the dress code for the end of the world? Jacket, no tie.

Russian Flight Attendant: Sir, could you please turn that off? It can interfere with the plane's navigation systems.

Sean: Do you really believe that? Because people have been talking outside, you know, the flight attendant social circle of trust, and word is that nobody really believes that.

Ben: Excuse my friend. He was dropped on his head as a child.

Sean: No. If these were really that bad, the wouldn't let you bring them on the plane, flat out. If you agree with me, don't unfold your arms.

Skyler: Next time, you send an NDA.

Sean: You must mean the Non-Douchebag Agreement.

Sean: Team work is dream work

Sean: This is how it starts.

Sean: Rudy. Question.

Rudy: Shoot.

Sean: Know any virgins?

Rudy: [spit take]

Phoebe: [outside the tree house, wanting to join the club] Mom says you have to let me in or else it's prescription!

Sean: That's 'discrimination' jerkoid! Prescription is drugs, which you're on if you think you're getting in here!

Horace: No, Sean! Scary house! Real monsters! Us, twelve years old, remember?

Sean: Midnight, end of the world, remember?

Sean: Don't kick the church, it's religious!

Rudy: Locked is what it is!

Sean: Alright then, we'll just have to do it out here.

Horace: Oh REAL religious, Sean, why don't we just do it at Burger King?

Sean: If we pull this off, I'm gonna shit!

Det. Del Crenshaw: [about the killer in the 12th Groundhog Day movie] I thought they killed him in the last one.

Sean: They did, he returns from the grave.

Det. Del Crenshaw: He always returns from the grave. If they blew him up, put his head in a blender and mailed the rest of him to Norway, he would still return from the grave!

Sean: That was part 7.

Horace: [about Scary German Guy] Maybe he's a spy.

Sean: Oh good idea! We're not at war with Germany.

Phoebe: We were at war with Vietnam.

Sean: What?

Phoebe: It's in Rambo!

Sean: Rudy find some silver bullets.

Rudy: Where the hell am I suppose to find silver bullets?

Sean: I don't know. Fat kid get a map, find Shadowbrook Road.

Horace: What do I look in the index for "big scary mansion?"

Sean: I think there are monsters, like real ones! I heard my dad talking on the phone to a guy down at the police station tonight. There was a guy down there screaming he was a werewolf, and they shot him! And the body disappeared from the coroner van, the coroner guy was dead!

Rudy: So what? He got shot and the werewolf took his body?

Sean: No you bean head! He WAS a werewolf! Maybe

Rudy: Yeah but if they shot him?

Sean: It must've been regular bullets, not silver ones. Look I know this sounds stupid, a mummy disappeared from the museum tonight.

Eugene: Mummy came in my house!

Sean: Guys, Dracula might be here too.

Patrick: Oh man, Fat Kid farted!

Horace: Did not!

Sean: God damn will you guys SHUT UP? Didn't you hear a word I said? These guys are dead, get a clue! Something's out there and it's killing people! And if it's monsters, nobody's going to do a thing about it except us!

Sean: Is she a virgin?

Patrick's Sister: Why don't you broadcast it on the 6 o' clock news?

[after Lara and Terry leap off the roof of a skyscraper]

Sean: Holy cow!

[to his henchmen]

Sean: Go after her.

Sean: [grabs Wit and pins him to the wall] You! Shit!

Fon: [In Thai] You stole my friend's belongings, didn't you? Time to hand it back.

Wit: [In Thai] What are you talking about? I have no idea.

Fon: [In Thai] You have no idea how important it is. Hand it back!

Wit: [In Thai] Come on, how can I steal it?

Fon: [In Thai] Liar!

Wit: [In Thai] I didn't steal anything. Honestly!

Fon: [In Thai] Liar! Hand it back now!

Wit: [In English to Sean] Mr. Sean, you know me right? I wouldn't steal from you, I'm a good boy.

Sean: [Sean grabs him and frisks him. He finds a small drawstring sack and takes a wad of American hundred dollar bills out] And this?

[Sean grabs him by the ears and shakes him]

Sean: What's this! You little pimp! Who'd you sell it to? WHO'D YOU SELL IT TO?

Fon: Sean! What are you doing? We're in the street!

Sean: Look! Don't fuck me about! You know what I'm talking about! Where's my drugs!

Wit: I don't know!

Sean: WHERE ARE MY DRUGS! YES YOU DO!

[He pulls out a gun and points it at Wit's face]

Sean: I will shoot you in your face if you don't tell me where my drugs are!

Wit: I don't know!

Fon: Sean, what are you doing? This is not like you!

Sean: Not like me? YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME!

[turns back to Wit]

Sean: TELL ME!

Wit: I said I don't know!

Sean: TELL ME!

Wit: Okay!

Sean: Where? WHERE?

Wit: Bang Kaaw Dang.

Sean: [puts his gun away and leads Wit to the street] Alright. Let's go! TAXI!

Hea Mah: Business or pleasure?

Sean: Business.

Dermot: Which are we to serve first?

Sean: Ireland, of course!

Dermot: In doing so we stand to lose all the rest.

Dermot: Have I the look of an idiot?

Sean: For the sake of our friendship, I'd better not answer.

Sean: In this life, you adapt to the choice that you make.

Sean: It's a guy thing.

Sean: I'm not a complete moron.

Sean: You Americans! You come to Ireland and you see ghosts and fairies. What'll be next, leprechauns?

Sean: [in front of Shondra's house, to B-rad] You a long way from the beach now, punk! We in South Central! The ghetto! The projects!

[Shondra gives him a dirty look]

Sean: We run hardcore up in here. People get killed here errrrrrry day!

PJ: [throws up signs] YAY YAAAAAYYYYY!

Sandy: [walks past the house with two other cute little girls] Shondra, can you come over later? Princess just had puppies.

Shondra: [sweetly] Okay, Sandy. Bye.

PJ: [after B-Rad gives him a funny look] Pitbull puppies, fool!

Sean: And they mean, too.

Sean: [raising the roof] Holler back, player!

Sean: This ain't no picnic bitch!

Sean: [to Brad] You ain't black! You can never be black! And your perpetratin' ass is taking the only thing I got left: my CULTURE!

[as Vilmer examines the car wreck victim]

Sean: Is he gonna be okay?

Vilmer: The boy's dead.

Sean: No he's not. He's just passed out.

Vilmer: I said he's dead.

Sean: But he was just talking, like talking in his sleep.

Vilmer: Is that right? Well...

[snaps the victim's neck]

Vilmer: ...he's dead now.

Sean: [scared] What are you gonna do?

Vilmer: [walking closer to Sean] Well, first, I'm gonna kill you. It ain't no fuckin biggie.

[Sean runs]

Vilmer: Of course, it's different for every individual.

Clothing Store Woman: Can I help you?

Sean: Yeah, I called about the job.

Clothing Store Woman: You called?

Sean: Yeah, I wanna sell clothes, women's clothes.

Clothing Store Woman: I don't know. Have you ever had experience?

Sean: With what?

Clothing Store Woman: Women's clothes?

Sean: What the fuck would I be doing with women's clothes? What do I look like a transvestite? I'm not no fucking transvestite, all right?

Clothing Store Woman: No, no, no, I mean, have you ever worked in retail?

Sean: Huh?

Clothing Store Woman: You know, selling... clothess

Sean: Well if I was selling clothes already, what would I be doing here? I really don't think this is the right way to start a working relationship. You got a real, a real bad attitude, lady. In fact I don't even wan't you job, I don't care how much you'd pay me, cause I got integrity, in-fucking-tegrity. WAAAH.

Bob: So, you see any land around here?

Sean: Nope, just water.

Bob: Sean, what are you doin' outside man?

Sean: you're him?

Bob: ...yeah... I'm him

Sean: [claps hands together] JESUS! Have i sinned or am i goin' to heaven?

Bob: [laughing] you're fryin' man, how much acid did you take?

Sean: you're not Jesus... you're Bob

Bob: I'm Bob!... how goes it?

Sean: how are you doin' that?

Bob: doin' what?

Sean: walkin' on water? if i get off this chair I'll drown, you wanna know what Bob? 'Cause i cant swim!

Bob: oh, i get it! so Sean, d'you see land anywhere?

Sean: [looking around] no... just water... say Bob, You ARE Jesus.

Bob: Thats Right, I am, why do you ask?

Sean: ...Satan, is in the house, he killed my Mom and turned her into a bull!

Cops: [after flashback to a scene with Sean threatening his mother with a knife but being scared by Satan and a bull, his mother]

[bob waves to Seans mum at the window who reluctantly waves back]

Cops: [the Cops pull in] Put your hands in the air and slowly turn around!

Sean: [happy as happy can be] I'M SAVED

Bob: yeah... sure Sean... you're saved...

Sean: I can't get off this chair or I'll drown, wanna know why, Bob? 'Cause I can't swim.

Sean: Satan is in the house. He killed my mom... and turned her into a bull.

Sean: You know what Bob? You ARE Jesus!

Heroin Bob: That's right... Why do you ask?

Sean: No, you're not Jesus, you're Bob!

Bob: I'm Bob!

Sean: [Police cars pull up to arrest Sean] I'm saved!

Heroin Bob: Sure Sean, you're saved.

Dr. Lee: What was that? Why do we rehearse? Why... do we rehearse? You're out there showboating for five minutes. If I wasn't able to signal a drum major to back you up, you'd still be out there beating your damn drum!

Sean: Dr. Lee, sir, maybe there's an explanation. Devon...

Dr. Lee: Do I look like I need you to explain anything right now?

Sean: No, sir.

Dr. Lee: I don't know what the beef is, but you better grill it up and eat it. Because it is my a** that is on the line.

President Wagner: Now that is a new beginning. That's exactly what I'm talking about.

[shakes Devon's hand]

President Wagner: Great job, son. You are something. You are something special.

Devon: Thank you, sir.

President Wagner: Great job, all of you. Now let's see Morris Brown top that!

[band cheers]

President Wagner: Some alumni wanna speak with you. There they are. Don't keep them waiting. New beginning! NEW BEGINNING!

Dr. Lee: Sean, I want you to polish the drums tonight. And I'd better be able to see myself in the surface.

Sean: Yes sir.

Devon: I left the polisher on the bottom shelf.

Dr. Lee: Good morning.

The Band: Good morning.

Dr. Lee: Good morning to music. Good morning and welcome to Atlanta A&T University marching band training. The next two weeks will be your introduction and possibly induction into a great marching band legacy. If you are here, it's because you believe in musicianship. If you are here it's because you believe in Coltrane, Miles Davis, Stevie Wonder, and the elements known as Earth, Wind, and Fire. If you are here, it's because you have a fervent, unequivocal belief in teamwork.

[Several students just arrive at the A&T field]

Dr. Lee: And if you wish to remain here, you better start believing in being on time.

[looks at Ernest]

Dr. Lee: You...

[points to him]

Dr. Lee: who's your roommate?

Ernest: Uh, Devon... Miles, sir.

Dr. Lee: [looks at Devon, walks off the platform, and approaches him] Eyes front!

Devon: Hey, what's up, Dr. Lee?

Dr. Lee: It's all good, Mr. Miles, glad to have you here.

Devon: Thank you, sir.

Dr. Lee: Why was he late?

Devon: I, um... guess he overslept.

Dr. Lee: Well, why didn't you wake him?

Devon: I'm not his mother, sir.

Dr. Lee: I asked Mr. Miles why his roommate was late, he says he guesses he overslept. I asked, "Why didn't you wake him?" and he says he is not his mother. Section leaders, what is our concept?

Sean, Tuba Section Leader, Sax Section Leader, Trumpet Section Leader: One band, one sound!

Dr. Lee: One band, one sound. When one of us is late, we are all late. When one of us looks or sounds bad, we all look and sound bad. So what's the concept?

The Band: One band, one sound.

Dr. Lee: Now I want ten laps from those who are not their roommates' mama.

Sean: I've had it with your no talent, wannabe gangster ass! You wanna prove once and for all that I'm better than you? Strap up!

Devon: Bring it on, big brother tin man!

Sean: You're the best, Devon! But when we're on the field, nobody hears you! They hear the band.

Dr. Lee: Mr. Miles, I guess you didn't like the required piece as written.

Devon: Naw, I just thought I'd add a little somethin' somethin' on the end.

[leaves]

Sean: He can play. We all know that, but his attitude is messed up. Now I put three years into building this line. In chemistry's grading, I don't wanna jeopardize that.

Dr. Lee: [a car horn makes one long blast to indicate that Devon is a P1] Your line seems to think otherwise.

Sean: Congratulations, you're not crabs anymore. Now you're crab drummers. And tonight, is tree-shaking eliminations, which will determine who will become A&T drummers. So tonight, celebrate, because you made it through training.

[band celebrates]

Sean: Whoa, whoa...

[band gets back into position]

Sean: after, you prove a thorough knowledge of the rule book. What is mandatory of all A&T musicians?

[points to Jason]

Jason: All A&T musicians must read music.

Sean: When can a P2 or a P3 challenge for a spot on the field?

[points to Diedre]

Diedre: At the practice before the performance, sir.

Sean: What is...

[looks at Devon and slowly points to him]

Sean: the last rule of the rule book?

Sean: Mini-Me, I need a volunteer to polish the drums for tomorrow.

Devon: Aw, that's a P4's job.

Sean: Now, I'm making it your job. You don't like it? Quit.

[puts a towel on Devon's drum]

Dr. Lee: Mr. Taylor, finished with those halftime cadences?

Sean: Just finished 'em.

Dr. Lee: Good, let's hear it.

Sean: [looks at Devon] Actually, Dr. Lee, why don't we let Devon run it?

Devon: [after being pointed at by Dr. Lee] Oh no, you the big dog, you do your thing.

Sean: No, I think it would help if somebody else played it.

Devon: It would do me no justice.

Dr. Lee: What are you two, Beavis and Blackhead? It doesn't have to be perfect, Devon. I just wanna hear it.

Sean: Dr. Lee... Dr. Lee, just wanted to catch you before rehearsals. I was thinking, that instead of promoting a P2 to replace Devon, we could just keep the snare line at nine.

Dr. Lee: And how long have you been thinking that?

Sean: Just this morning.

Dr. Lee: Are you sure?

[Sean nods his head yes]

Dr. Lee: I thought maybe it was the day you showed us all he couldn't read, or was it the night that he took your solo, I don't know. But since you heard him play, you decided that the line or perhaps maybe, just you, would be better off without him. Remember when I first made you section leader?

[Sean nods his head yes]

Dr. Lee: You were sweating bullets wondering how you could lead this loud, passionate group of your peers. And I said you would be fine. You know why?

Sean: You said I loved the sound of the line more than the sound of my own drum.

Dr. Lee: Yes. And you lost sight of that. And that's okay 'cause we all lose sight of things. But if you don't get it together, Mr. Taylor, you're gonna have a difficult time leading the Senate whether Devon is on it or not.

Sean: Dr. Lee, got a sec?

Dr. Lee: Sure.

Devon: Hey, what's up, Dr. Lee?

Dr. Lee: Mr. Miles.

Devon: Well, I was wondering - actually *we* were wondering - if you needed any entrance cadences for the Classic. Not that I'm trying to get back on the line or anything, I just want you to check 'em out.

Dr. Lee: Oh... let me see.

Sean: Alright... the concept was all Devon's.

Devon: Yeah, but my man Sean here had the structure on lock.

Sean: But the snare part, all the sticking... that's the kid.

Dr. Lee: What, you two a couple now?

Devon: You got an old-school feel to it, but sometimes you're gonna have to take it back.

Dr. Lee: It's not a bad idea... not a bad idea at all.

Trumpet Section Leader: Trumpets are the voice of the band. We are the melody. We are the clarity.

Tuba Section Leader: Tubas are the most important section of this band, boy! Tubas are the boom!

Sax Section Leader: Saxophones are the truth, the funk, and the hook. See, once they see us, they recognize...

[percussion section claps to a beat]

Sean: We are the heart... and the soul. Without the percussion section, the band doesn't move, doesn't come alive.

[places a hand on Devon's shoulder as he and his co-percussionists clap faster]

Sean: We are the pulse. Without a pulse, you're dead.

[signals a stop to the clapping]

Sean: That's why we're the most important section in this band.

[percussion section splits up at the call for a ten-minute break]

Sean: Whoa... where the hell are you going?

Devon: He said, "take a break."

Sean: Did I say, "take a break"?

Devon: No.

Sean: No.

Devon: No, big dog, I mean, sir.

Sean: We do not rest with the band at performance, and we do not rest with the band at practice. Give me 30 push-ups.

Devon: [gets down on the ground with the rest of his section] Oh.

Sean: You got a problem?

Devon: No man, you want 30 push-ups, you got 30 push-ups.

Sean: Make it 32.

Sean: Snares, listen up. This last part before my solo is complicated. Pay attention.

[pulls out his sticks]

Sean: I'mma go through it slowly, so pay attention.

[plays his passage, which is being slowed down at one point]

Sean: Our first game is just about a week away, so you better step up to the learning curb quickly. So take out your sheet music -

[Devon copies Sean's rhythm]

Dr. Lee: Devon.

Devon: Yes sir.

Dr. Lee: You wanna give 'em a little taste of what they're gonna get on next season?

[Devon gets excited]

Dr. Lee: That is if it's okay with your section leader.

[Devon looks at Sean]

Sean: Mini-Me, I knew you couldn't stay away!

[shakes hands with Devon]

Sean: Hey why do you guys really, really come here? Is it just to ruin my weekends and embarrass me in front of my friends at my home?

Gail: Your home? This isn't your home. It was our parents home! But I don't see you making any contributions. You've got no wife, no kids. You insult the only family you have. You keep this up and you'll die alone, like a dog, like a bum, like Van Gogh.

Samuel Faulkner: [Lost a tennis game] Fuck! Shit! Shit!

Sean: Sam...?

Samuel Faulkner: FUCK!

Sean: Okay, no more today. What happened to that British etiquette?

Sean: Angela... You're Angela Baker, the Angel of Death. I should have called you Peter.

Angela: My name is Angela Johnson.

Sean: You're Angela Baker. You killed all those kids at Camp Arawak.

Angela: I've been Angela Johnson for four years.

Sean: How did you get this job here?

Angela: Easy. I've got great recommendations from doctors, psychiatrists, even clergymen. I did my time. Two years of therapy, electroshock, was on every pill you ever heard of, plus an operation. I'm completely cured. If I wasn't they wouldn't have let me out. How do you know so much about me?

Sean: My dad's a cop. He helped arrest you. You should have heard him the day you got out.

Angela: That's too bad. Wait 'til he hears what's happened to you.

Sean: Mr. Wash wanna see you.

Dee Loc: What he wanna see me for?

Sean: It's worse than you think!

Dee Loc: Huh? Man stall me out wit all that mystery shit and tell me what's up.

[both standing behind their cars, ready for a standoff]

Ray: How are you, Sean?

Sean: I'm well mate, you?

Ray: Hmm good. You get the champagne?

Sean: Yeah.

Ray: You like it?

Sean: No.

Ray: why not?

Sean: the fuckin bubbles go up my nose alright! now wheres my coke?

Aunty: What are you drinking?

Sean: Bourbon and Coke.

Aunty: Bourbon and Coke. The very drink Tallulah was crying out for on her deathbed.

Aunty: They didn't have gay bars where I grew up. It's a lot more fun without 'em!

Sean: [raising glass, toasting] The closet!

Aunty: [clinking glasses] The closet!

Sean: Silver, what do you think happens with people in porn?

Silver: What do you mean?

Sean: Just seems to mess people up.

Silver: Working at K-Mart messes people up. Working in Hollywood messes people up.

Sean: That's true.

Silver: It's an adult industry. Gotta be an adult to deal with it.

Silver: You know, when I was with Sondra, when everything was great at first.

[pause]

Silver: but I kept on getting this feeling like she was so into herself. Even when we were having sex, I couldn't get any closer.

Sean: Well, some people are born distant.

Silver: It's the *distance* that gets you *hooked.* After a while, it takes its *toll.*

Silver: I've been watching you with him.

Sean: And?

Silver: There's nothing to tell you that you don't already know. A: he's a porn star, B: he's straight.

Sean: No he isn't.

Silver: Sean, just because someone does gay sex doesn't mean they're gay.

Sean: What does it mean then?

Silver: Absolutely nothing. You just go through with it. Women understand that from the get-go.

Sean: Well, he's different with me.

Silver: What, because of this fluffing thing?

Sean: Well, if he's so straight, then why does he need a boy to get him hard?

Silver: Who knows? All that matters is that, in his mind, he's a straight boy. You ain't never gonna change that.

Sean: And in my mind, I'll always be on my knees in front of him.

Silver: [sarcastically] Yeah, well, the two of you should be very happy together.

Sean: It's like I got this knotted piece of string running down the middle of me, and I try to untie it, I try, but I can't.

Silver: There's no such thing as a knot you can't untie.

Sean: Silver, isn't it weird for you working here? I mean, you like girls, right?

Silver: I'm into gay porn.

Sean: You are?

Silver: [affirmatively] Mmm.

Sean: How come?

Silver: I like watching penises. Besides, lesbian porn sucks! With all those long red fingernails? *Please.*

Reggie: Marco... good news! The cops found the car and your girlfriend... the BITCH is in JAIL!

Javier: Are you going to visit her in Jail, Marco?

Marco: Fuck off!

JJ: Maybe you can get laid again

Lance: Make sure you get a woman's jail.

Bobby: Why? He could get laid in a men's jail too right?

Reggie: Where's Sean? I'm going to kill that Irish fuck

Mohammed: How did they find the car?

Reggie: Oh this is a good one... She a degenerate gambler drove the car to Vegas... guess what... THE BITCH WON! Ever come to my meetings on time asshole1

Sean: I got a note from my doctor

Reggie: Removed MOTH from right ear! You had a bug living in your head?

Sean: It crawled in there... what's I supposed to do?

Reggie: Go sit next to Marco... He's my NEW genius. Okay, we have to pick up the pace.You guys should be doing a lot better... You're letting too many customers walk. I want to hear some of their excuses. Try and STUMP me... I HAVE AN ANSWER FOR EVERYTHING. COME ON!

Javier: "I'm just looking"

Reggie: I'm just selling. Can't really look at a car unless you drive it. NEXT.

Ali: "I think I can get a better deal somewhere else"

Reggie: Sir, we all pay the same for cars, nobody can give you a better deal for the cars. COME inside and I'LL SHOW YOU.

Bobby: "This is the first place I've been to"

Reggie: Then You're lucky you came to the best place first!

JJ: "I have to see what kind of Interest rate my credit union can give me"

Reggie: We have a book that lists all the credit unions. I can tell you what your rate and payments will be. COME ON GIVE ME A TOUGH ONE!

Sean: "I have to check with my wife"

Reggie: What's the phone number, we'll call her right now.

Bobby: "I have to look a couple other cars first"

Reggie: Why? Consumer Reports, Car and Driver, Triple AAA... they've looked all the cars for you and they say THIS ONE'S THE BEST!

Sean: [Saying to stabbed Bluey] You're gonna be okay. Your lung's filling up with blood. But that's why God gave you two.

Sean: [after being disarmed by Trevor] I'm in so much trouble.

Trevor: I'm in trouble with you.

Sean: Are you messing with Trevor again? Next time you get launched.

Brad Lynch: I want to see how bad you talk when you're alone, headcase.

Sean: Just because we don't have numbers on our backs, doesn't mean we don't play hard.

Brad Lynch: Why wait?

Sean: I need to borrow your car later

Mrs. Wiggins: Of coarse you can... So what are you gonna do?

Sean: I am going to help beat the Fu*k out of some cheat, mother. I am going to help beat the Fu*k out of him with Johnny and Rachel and Chuck, because he is a scumbag.

Mrs. Wiggins: [she looks back at him perplexed] Who's Chuck?

Sean: [sitting on a bench in in front of a pond in park] Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?

Will: No.

Sean: You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about.

Will: Why thank you.

Sean: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.

Will: Nope.

Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right?

[Will nods]

Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

Sean: [during a therapy session] You're not perfect, sport, and let me save you the suspense: this girl you've met, she's not perfect either. But the question is whether or not you're perfect for each other.

[last lines]

[Sean reads a note from Will: "Sean, if the Professor calls about that job, just tell him, sorry, I have to go see about a girl."]

Sean: Son of a bitch... He stole my line.

Will: [continuing the therapy session] I don't care if Helen of Troy walks in the room, that's Game 6!

Sean: Oh, Helen of Troy...

Will: Oh my God; and who are these fuckin' friends of yours, they let you get away with that?

Sean: Oh... they had to.

Will: W-w-w-what'd you say to them?

Sean: I just slid my ticket across the table, and I said, "Sorry, guys; I gotta see about a girl."

Will: I gotta go see about a girl?

Sean: Yeah.

Will: That's what you said? And they let you get away with that?

Sean: Oh, yeah. They saw in my eyes that I meant it.

Will: You're kiddin' me.

Sean: No, I'm not kiddin' you, Will. That's why I'm not talkin' right now about some girl I saw at a bar twenty years ago and how I always regretted not going over and talking to her. I don't regret the 18 years I was married to Nancy. I don't regret the six years I had to give up counseling when she got sick. And I don't regret the last years when she got really sick. And I sure as hell don't regret missin' the damn game. That's regret.

[pause]

Will: Wow... Woulda been nice to catch that game, though.

Sean: [sheepishly] I didn't know Pudge was gonna hit a homer.

Sean: My father was an alcoholic. Mean fuckin' drunk. He'd come home hammered, looking to whale on somebody. So I'd provoke him, so he wouldn't go after my mother and little brother. Interesting nights were when he wore his rings.

Will: He used to just put a belt, a stick, and a wrench on the table. Just say, "Choose."

Sean: Well I gotta go with the belt there.

Will: I used to go with the wrench.

Sean: Why the wrench?

Will: Cause fuck him, that's why.

Sean: Your foster father?

Will: Yeah.

[pause]

Will: So, uh, what is it, like, Will has an attachment disorder? Is it all that stuff?

[Sean nods]

Will: Fear of abandonment? Is that why I broke up with Skylar?

Sean: I didn't know you had.

Will: Yeah, I did.

Sean: You wanna talk about it?

Will: No.

Sean: Hey, Will? I don't know a lot. You see this? All this shit?

[Holds up the file, and drops it on his desk]

Sean: It's not your fault.

Will: [Will shrugs] Yeah, I know that.

[Will averts his eyes to the floor]

Sean: Look at me son.

[Will locks eyes with Sean]

Sean: It's not your fault.

Will: [Will nods] I know.

Sean: No. It's not your fault.

Will: I know

Sean: No, no, you don't. It's not your fault.

[Sean moves closer to Will]

Sean: Hmm?

Will: I know.

[Will stands up, trying to keep distance]

Sean: It's not your fault.

Will: Alright.

Sean: It's not your fault.

[Will closes his eyes, he's fighting for control]

Sean: It's not your fault.

Will: Don't fuck with me.

[Will shoves Sean back]

Will: Don't fuck with me, Sean, not you!

Sean: It's not your fault. It's not your fault.

[Will breaks into sobs. They hug]

Sean: Fuck them, ok?

Sean: [to Will] You'll have bad times, but it'll always wake you up to the good stuff you weren't paying attention to.

Will: [during a therapy session, referring to Sean's wife] So, when did you know, like, that she was the one for you?

Sean: October 21st, 1975.

Will: Jesus Christ. You know the fuckin' date?

Sean: Oh yeah. 'Cause it was Game 6 of the World Series. Biggest game in Red Sox history.

Will: Yeah, sure.

Sean: My friends and I had, you know, slept out on the sidewalk all night to get tickets.

Will: You got tickets?

Sean: Yep. Day of the game. I was sittin' in a bar, waitin' for the game to start, and in walks this girl. Oh, it was an amazing game, though. You know, bottom of the eighth, Carbo ties it up at 6-6. It went to twelve. Bottom of the twelfth, in stepped Carlton Fisk. Old Pudge. Steps up to the plate, you know, and he's got that weird stance.

Will: Yeah, yeah.

Sean: And BAM! He clocks it. High fly ball down the left field line! Thirty-five thousand people, on their feet, yellin' at the ball, but that's not because of Fisk. He's wavin' at the ball like a madman.

Will: Yeah, I've seen...

Sean: He's going, "Get over! Get over! Get OVER!" And then it HITS the foul pole. OH, he goes apeshit, and 35,000 fans, you know, they charge the field, you know?

Will: Yeah, and he's fuckin' bowlin' police out of the way!

Sean: Goin', "God! Get out of the way! Get 'em away!" Banging people...

Will: I can't fuckin' believe you had tickets to that fuckin' game!

Sean: Yeah!

Will: Did you rush the field?

Sean: [surprised at the question] No, I didn't rush the fuckin' field; I wasn't there.

Will: What?

Sean: No - I was in a bar havin' a drink with my future wife.

Will: You missed Pudge Fisk's home run?

Sean: Oh, yeah.

Will: To have a fuckin' drink with some lady you never met?

Sean: Yeah, but you shoulda seen her; she was a stunner.

Sean: [yelling at Gerald] And why does he hang out with those retarded gorillas, as you called them? Because any one of them, if he asked them to, would take a fucking bat to your head, okay? It's called loyalty.

Will: [after their last therapy session] Does this violate the doctor-patient relationship?

Sean: Not unless you grab my ass.

Sean: [to Will] You'll never have that kind of relationship in a world where you're afraid to take the first step because all you see is every negative thing 10 miles down the road.

Sean: [in a gentlemen's bar] Hey, Gerry, In the 1960s there was a young man that graduated from the University of Michigan. Did some brilliant work in mathematics. Specifically bounded harmonic functions. Then he went on to Berkeley. He was assistant professor. Showed amazing potential. Then he moved to Montana, and blew the competition away.

Lambeau: Yeah, so who was he?

Sean: Ted Kaczynski.

Lambeau: Haven't heard of him.

Sean: [yelling to the bartender] Hey, Timmy!

Timmy: Yo.

Sean: Who's Ted Kaczynski?

Timmy: Unabomber.

[Lambeau winces as he realizes the point Sean is making]

Sean: I just have a little question here. You could be a janitor anywhere. Why did work at the most prestigious technical college in the whole fuckin' world? And why did you sneak around at night and finish other people's formulas that only one or two people in the world could do and then lie about it? 'Cause I don't see a lot of honor in that, Will.

Will: I read your book last night.

Sean: So you're the one.

Sean: [during a therapy session with Will] My wife used to fart in her sleep.

Sean: You know what? You can shove your medal up your fucking ass! Because I don't give a shit about your medal. Because I knew you before you were a mathematical God. When you were pimple-faced and homesick and didn't know which side of the bed to piss on!

Lambeau: Yeah, you were smarter than me then and you're smarter than me now, so don't blame me for how your life turned out, it's not my fault.

Sean: I DON'T BLAME YOU! It's not about *you*, you mathematical dick!

Sean: [about Will to Gerald] He pushes people away before they get a chance to leave him. It's a defense mechanism. And for 20 years he's been alone because of that. And if you push him right now, it's gonna be the same thing all over again and I'm not gonna let that happen to him.

Sean: [to his class with Gerald present] See you Monday. We'll be talking about Freud and why he did enough cocaine to kill a small horse.

Sean: [during a therapy session, after coming from the job interview with the NSA] Do you feel like you're alone, Will?

Will: [laughs] What?

Sean: Do you have a soul mate?

Will: Define that.

Sean: Somebody who challenges you.

Will: I have Chuckie.

Sean: You know Chuck; he's family. He'd lie down in fuckin' traffic for you. No, I'm talking about someone who opens up things for you - touches your soul.

Will: I got - I got...

Sean: Who?

Will: ...I got plenty.

Sean: Well, name them.

Will: Shakespeare, Nietzsche, Frost, O'Conner, Pope, Locke...

Sean: That's great. They're all dead.

Will: Not to me, they're not.

Sean: Well, you don't have a lot of dialogue with them. You can't give back to them, Will.

Will: Well, not without some serious smelling salts and a heater.

[laughs]

Sean: Yeah. Yeah, that's what I'm saying. You'll never have that kind of relationship in a world where you're always afraid to take the first step because all you see is every negative thing ten miles down the road.

Sean: Nail them while they're vulnerable, that's my motto.

Sean: [during a therapy session] Maybe *you're* perfect right now. Maybe you don't wanna ruin that. I think that's a super philosophy, Will; that way you can go through your entire life without ever having to really know anybody...

Will: ...You ever think about gettin' remarried?

Sean: My wife's dead.

Will: Hence the word: remarried.

Sean: She's dead.

Will: Yeah; well, I think that's a super philosophy, Sean. I mean, that way you could actually go through the rest of your life without ever really knowing anybody.

Sean: Time's up.

Sean: I teach this shit, I didn't say I know how to do it.

Sean: [in Sean's office] One night her fart was so loud it woke the dog up, she woke up and said," was that you?" I said "yeah", I didn't have the heart to tell her

Will: [laughing] So she woke herself up?

Sean: [laughing] Yeah, She's been dead two years and that's the shit I remember wonderful stuff these are the things I miss the most these idiosyncrasies that only I know that's what made her my wife and she had the goods on me too she knew all my peccadillos people call these things imperfections that's the good stuff that's what intimacy is all about the only way you find that out is giving it a shot

Sean: [forcibly grabbing the front of Will's throat] If you ever disrespect my wife again, I will end you. I will fucking end you. You got that, chief?

Will: Time's up.

Lambeau: You're angry at me for doing what you could have done; but ask yourself, Sean. Ask yourself if you want Will to feel that way, if you want him to feel like a failure.

Sean: Oh, you arrogant shit! That's why I don't come to the goddamned reunions, 'cause I can't stand that look in your eye. Ya know, that condescending, embarrassed look. You think I'm a failure. I know who I am, and I'm proud of what I do. I was a conscientious choice, I didn't fuck up! And you and your cronies think I'm some sort of pity case. You and your kiss-ass chorus following you around going, "The Fields Medal! The Fields Medal!" Why are you still so fuckin' afraid of failure?

Will: Fuck you.

Sean: You're the shepherd.

Will: [towards the end of a therapy session] Maybe you haven't met the right woman?

Sean: [angered] Maybe you should watch your mouth. Watch it right there, Chief!

Sean: [to Will] You have a bullshit answer for everything.

Sean: [in a gentlemen's bar] Put it on my tab

Tim: You ever plan on paying your tab?

Sean: Yeah, chief. I've got the winning lottery ticket right here.

Tim: What's the jackpot?

Sean: Twelve million.

Tim: I don't think that will cover it.

Sean: Yeah, but it'll cover your sex change operation!

Lambeau: Yeah, you were smarter than me then, and you're smarter than me now. So, don't blame me for how your life turned out.

Sean: I don't blame you! It's not about you, you mathematical dick! It's about the boy! He's a good kid! And I won't see you fuck him up like you're trying to fuck up me right now! I won't let you make feel like a failure too!

Will: I didn't ask for this.

Sean: No, you were born with it. So don't cop out behind "I didn't ask for this".

Sean: [during a therapy session] So what do you really want to do?

Will: I wanna be a shepherd.

Sean: Really.

Will: I wanna move up to Nashua, get a nice little spread, get some sheep and tend to them.

Sean: Maybe you should go do that.

[ordering drinks, in a gentlemen's bar]

Lambeau: Perrier.

Sean: [to Tim] That's French for "club soda."

Sean: [during a therapy session] You'd probably be better off shoving that cigarette up your ass, that'd probably be healthier for you

Will: Yeah, I know it really gets in my way of my yoga

Sean: You work out?

Will: Yeah, free weights you?

Sean: Yeah, big time

Will: What'd you bench?

Sean: Two eighty five, what'd you bench?

Sean: I knew you before you were a mathematical god, when you were pimple-faced and homesick and didn't know what side of the bed to piss on!

Lambeau: Yeah, you were smarter than me then and you're smarter than me now. So don't blame me for how your life turned out. It's not my fault.

Sean: [at his first therapy session] Do you like books?

Will: Yeah.

Sean: [points to wall] Did you read any of these books?

Will: I don't know.

Sean: [points to shelf] How about any of these books?

Will: Probably not.

Sean: What about the ones on the top shelf? You read those?

Will: [looks] Yeah, I read those.

Sean: Good for you. What do you think about 'em?

Will: Hey, I'm not here for a fuckin' book report. They're your books. Why don't you read them?

Sean: I did. I had to.

Will: Must've taken you a long time.

Sean: Yeah, it did.

Sean: There's honor, ya know, in taking that 40-minute so those college kids could come in the morning, and their floors are clean and their wastebaskets are empty. That's real work.

Will: That's right.

Sean: Right, and that's honorable. Sure, that's why you took that job. I mean, for the 'honor' of it.

Sean: Look, if you're gonna jerk off, why don't you do it at home with a moist towel?

Sean: [from trailer] So, is Ali short for anything?

Ali Rose: Oh, yeah, it's short for Alice.

Sean: Alice, hm? Well, welcome to Wonderland.

Nikki: How come I don't have a nickname?

Scarlett: Oh,you do.

Nikki: Well he never uses it.

Sean: Oh,I do.

Nikki: When?

[walks down stairs]

Sean: When you leave the room!

[whispers]

Sean: Slut!

Nikki: I heard that!

Sean: [talking about the money Tess needs to save the club] It's just money. It's just a number.

Tess: I know, but... do you think I could do it?

[Sean shakes his head]

Tess: Tell me a lie.

Sean: I need your expert sewing skills.

Tess: Tell me a *new* lie.

Sean: I don't love you.

Nikki: What the hell is that waitress doing here? I want that bitch *out*.

Sean: And what did she *ever* do to you?

Nikki: She said I looked like a drag queen!

Sean: Well, that can't be the first time that's happened before.

Alexis: Get a room!

Sean: Get away!

Sean: [talking about Ali's audition] Well, I couldn't keep my eyes off her.

Tess: Try harder.

Tess: He didn't even look me in the eye! He just sat there playing with his wooden thingy on his desk.

Sean: What thingy?

Tess: The long wooden block thingy.

Sean: The nameplate?

Tess: Yeah. Nameplate.

Tess: And don't ever go behind my back again.

Ali Rose: Yes, ma'am.

Tess: And don't ever call me ma'am again.

Ali Rose: Yes, sir. Errr... I mean, ma'am... I mean, Tess.

Tess: Get on the floor.

[to Sean]

Tess: "Ma'am"? What am I, my mother?

Sean: Yes, ma'am.

Tess: Up yours.

Sean: Sometimes It's good to Break the rules.

Sean: And there's this Space-age technology called internet now.

Emily: I can't just do whatever i want. There are rules.

Sean: Break the rules.

Sean: People are scared of dying... I'm not...

Sean: My mum got me a Husky last week.

School Counsellor: Oh yeah, how is it?

Sean: I cut it's fucking throat.

[pause, then Sean laughs]

Sean: Nah, just kidding, it's good.

Sean: Land of the zombie miner geeks!... I gotta piss.

Sean: Whose little girl are you?

Sean: How come you Greeks always bullshit your parents? You know, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Voulis, I know it's midnight but Peter's still studying at the library."

Ari: You HAVE to lie.

Sean: Why?

Ari: Because if you tell everyone the truth, they use it against you.

Sean: My saints are a camera and a gun. They're both fiercely truthful.

Sean: [careening out of control in a sports car] Don't mess up the car!

Sean: If you stay here, you'll die.

Sean: That can't be Ray.

Rachel: It's Ray, Sean.

Sean: Yeah, but Ray is dead.

[Ray throws a chain through the window, wrapping around sean's neck, dragging him out]

Rachel, Eden Sinclair, Eric, Cece: SEAN!

Sean: So you're just gonna stare at her through plate glass all night, huh?

Eric: She doesn't wanna talk. I can tell by her posture.

Sean: [Comes out of the gas station owned by Ray] Guess this is all mine now, huh? You know what I'm gonna do? I've been thinking about this. I'm gonna repaint this place, you know? Bring the business back to The Happy Time Gas Station. What do you think, a light blue, maybe? A sunny yellow, perhaps? Just something real happy, right?

Eric: Come on, Sean. I'll take you home.

Sean: [Grabs the gas hose, leaning against the pump] How do I look? Do I, do I look like I'm gonna be a good gas pumper, huh? Of course, I'm gonna have to get a tattoo, right? A big scar. Cuz if I'm gonna be the new town freak, I gotta make sure I do it all the way, correct?

[Steps on the bell. Does it a few more times, seemingly amused]

Sean: So what do you think, man? You think I got what it takes? Are people gonna come through here and ring my bell? Huh?

[Keeps stepping on the bell]

Sean: Are they gonna ring my bell? Huh? You think they'll come through?

Eric: Don't do this, man.

Sean: Don't do what? Yeah, don't worry, dad, I'm gonna make you real fucking, real proud!

[Picks up a tire rim and throws it through the window]

Tammy: Sean?

Sean: What?

Tammy: We're almost drunk! Can we have a little more booze, please?

Sean: [Gives the liquor to Ricky] Go.

Tammy: You're the best!

Sean: [about Ray] He was nothing to me, all right? I mean, I didn't even speak two words to the guy my entire life. He's a redneck piece of shit. He got my mom drunk, and he left her prefnent. That doesn't make him my father.

Sean: Are you fucking kidding me?

Ricky: I swer to god. I am not making this up!

Eden Sinclair: You guys, what's going on?

Ricky: The town is upside down! Deputy Turner, and Terry Parker, who works at the morgue are both missing! And here's the really fucked up part. So is Ray Sawyer!

Eric: Ray's dead, Ricky.

Ricky: Yeah. That's the really fucked up part! His *body's* missing!

Sean: So what's your deal, what do you do?

Nick: As little as possible.

Sean: yea... but you gotta make money, you work?

Nick: I cruise, you know. I find something when I need to, kind of like the day to day thing.

Sean: What about the future? What do you wanna be doing say uh... ten years from now?

Nick: I don't give a shit... I could be dead tomorrow.

Sean: Like father, like son.

Nick: Shit, I hope not. My mom told me my dad was a cross-dressing Marine drill sargeant.

Sean: Yea, who gave you the right to play god with her life?

Nick: Hey, this all about survival of the fittest! You don't learn that and you are going to die... or worse...

Sean: He's been a very bad boy, Nick.

Cortez: Look man, you already got enough chemicals and bullshit in your head anyway, all right? Your brain is fried.

Sean: Cortez, I'm serious. I need my fucking pills.

Cortez: Look nigga, you trippin'. I'm out.

Sean: Where are you? Where the fuck are you!

Sean: And this looks like the opening to every horror film I've ever seen.

Alex: Do ghosts exist?

Sean: Only one way to find out.

Kasey: [to Sean] What do you want?

Sean: You disappeared up here with the painting, I think I have a right to see what you're doing.

Reese: Don't you trust us?

Sean: I just want to check for myself.

Reese: That's a no then...

Sean: Wouldn't we be in handcuffs right now if they knew who we were?

Kasey: No one knows we're here, not even Mia's dad.

Sean: None of this has turned out how we expected... and that makes people do stupid things...

Sean: Goodbye, bro...

Mike: We're not fuckin' leaving him, Sean! What would we say, he just died out here?

Mike: You think you're gonna die...

Sean: No, I don't.

Mike: Yeah, you do.

Sean: It's just that... He's everywhere!

Mike: I don't! There's no way im dying out here. I'm not lettin' that morherfucker get to me. No way!

Joe, Ray, Chi, Alby, Steve, Sean, Eli, Greg: Baldeya!

Sean: Everybody is their own star.

Jacob: There's more to life than just sex.

Sean: The guy that wrote that wasn't getting any either.

Sean: [15 minutes after taking LSD] I thought I felt something, but it went away.

Ricky: Sounds like love.

Sean: I got spanked for stealing once. It's cruel and it hurt. I'm never spanking my kids.

Wendy: Sometimes you have to. Sometimes they are bad and they have to learn. I never learned. Hit me.

Sean: What? You don't live in what world? The world of first dates? Of holding hands?

Wendy: No you jackass. Of disposable girlfriends. Of bracelets for blowjobs. Of macking and making out and going down and text messaging some asshole whose gonna come all over my shirt. That world.

Sean: What...like a cult or something?

Allyson: Yeah, I guess....I mean what else would you call it?

Wendy: Fine, fine, fine, I'm abnormal and you just spanked the girl next door.

Sean: You ARE the girl next door!

Sean: To cheat oneself out of love is the most terrible deception, it is an eternal loss for which there is no reparation, neither in time or eternity.

Sean: [Chris and Sean are about to make a run for the car, when Chris gets second thoughts] This is not the time to be changing things man

Chris: I know, I just think we need a back-up plan is all.

Sean: What do you suggest?

Chris: The Marquee.

Sean: The Marquee?

Chris: Yeah the Marquee, you know the big fucking sign in the parking lot. Its 8 or 9 feet off the ground, we could climb up and be out of reach.

Sean: Well you better pray they can't jump or fly because otherwise we're screwed.