Sydney Quotes in Deepwater Horizon (2016)

Sydney: I only did not knock because I want a brother.

Felicia: Okay. Well, that's disturbing. 'Cause you're not supposed to know anything about that! You're supposed to just think babies are cute!

Johnny Weng: What's going on? Why are you putting yourself out for this schmuck? I don't understand you. You got a serious case of conscience.

Sydney: He's my best friend, Mr. Weng.

Johnny Weng: Buddy, this ain't no kindergarten.

Johnny Weng: Sometimes I think you're not human.

Sydney: Sometimes dogs are superior to men.

Sydney: Don't let me die like this. I hate it. Will you give me a hero's death, old friend? You see, I... I didn't keep one last bullet.

Joe (Cantonese)/Jeffrey (English): I understand, Sydney. I have one.

Sydney: I did it for you, Jeff, the only friend I ever had.

Sydney: I'll make you look like a sick faggot.

Sydney: [to Jones] My cookie would kill you!

Sydney: There's this scruffy looking kid outside. If he's your boyfriend, I'm totally going to slit my wrists.

Elizabeth Osbourne: That dirty-looking boy who came to the door a second ago is your boyfriend? How old is he?

Bree Osbourne: 17.

Elizabeth Osbourne: Oh, my God, Murray, he's underage!

Bree Osbourne: Mom, he's my son.

Sydney: Holy... mother... fucker!

Julia: Holy... mother... fucker!

Caruthers: Holy... mother... fucker!

Sydney: That's the thing about the truth. It'll set you free, but first it'll really piss you off!

Luke: Sorry lady, but you're just bizarre.

Sydney: May be. But one thing I learned long ago: you can't change your true nature, even if it can change you.

[last lines]

Sydney: I guess I won't take up painting for a while.

Sydney: You know the first thing they should've taught you at hooker school? You get the money up front!

Sydney: Never ignore a man's courtesy.

Sydney: [to Jimmy] I have the money to give you right now, in this moment. I will give you all that I have. Maybe before you were gonna kill me. Maybe. I don't know. I know John, and I love him like he was my own child. But I can tell you this: I don't want to die. I killed his father. I can tell you what it was. This is not an excuse. I'm not begging for clemency. All that matters, I do not wish to sacrifice my life for John's well-being. But I will sacrifice this money for mine because you have asked me. Because after this, I will have done all I can for John and for myself. I'm going to ask you with all the heart and sincerety that I have, please do not put a bullet in me. And, please, don't tell John what I've done. I trust that once I gave you this money, you and I will take separate paths and that this negotiation will settle everything. That is my hope. I don't wanna die.

Jimmy: What I mean - what I believe... is that you killed his father... like the stories I heard go. Now, if somebody killed my father... I would feel the need to do something. The stories I heard - you know, stories get around - is that you used to be a hard-ass. You were a hard-ass and you took his dad out, Sydney. So you think - what? You can just walk through this life... without being punished for it? Shit, man. I know all those guys you know. Floyd Gondolli, Jimmy Gator, Mumbles O'Malley. They like to sit around in Clifton's and talk, talk, talk. They love to tell stories. You can sit there and look at me sideways all you want. You probably think I'm some kind of asshole or something... but I'm not a killer... like you. You walk around like you're Mr. Cool, Mr. Wisdom... but you're not. You're just some old hood. The other night in the bar, you asking me a question... like do I do parking lot security? Well, the answer is no! I'm trusted security inside the casino. I'm trusted with security, and I don't fuck it up.

Sydney: Good that you have such a sturdy sense of responsibility.

Jimmy: Don't! Don't! Don't fuckin' do that! You understand? I can see right through that shit! You look at me as some idiot, huh? I know you do. I know you. You old guys, you old hoods... you think you're so fuckin' above it... so high and mighty. What am I to you? Some loser? Not with a gun in my hand. Not with the facts I know. Bottom line, Sydney. No matter how hard you try... you're not his father.

Sydney: [at the cocktail lounge] Tell me something. Are you required to flirt, to behave as you do toward that table of men over there? Maybe... it's some part of your job?

Clementine: Uh, they don't say to do it.

Sydney: But if you don't?

Clementine: Well, then I get questioned, like: "Why were so rude to them?", and, I mean, I can't talk back. I can't tell them to fuck off and leave me alone.

Sydney: As a rule?

Clementine: I'd also lose the tip.

Sydney: I have a friend in Los Angeles. Someone... maybe someone who can help. I can make a call for you, tell him you're a friend, so on and so forth, and we can work this thing out here. I think if you need help paying for your mother's funeral, we can work it out. I want you to see that my reasons for doing this are not selfish, only this: I'd hope that you would do the same for me.

John Finnegan: I would. Thank you.

Sydney: [shakes John's hand] It's always good to meet a new friend. I'll see you later.

Sydney: [John has called Sydney to his hotel room asking for help. Sydney knocks, John answers from behind the closed door] John?

Sydney: ...Sid?

Sydney: Yeah. Open up.

John Finnegan: ...everything cool?

Sydney: What? Yeah, everything's cool. Are you alright?

John Finnegan: I'm fine.

Sydney: You gonna open the door?

John Finnegan: I said on the phone, you know... it's kinda screwed up.

Sydney: Yeah, so? Open the door, let's see what's going on.

John Finnegan: ...you promise you'll help me?

Sydney: [growing exasperated] John, it's cold out here, open the door.

John Finnegan: ...is everything cool?

Sydney: John, open the goddamn door, will ya?

Sydney: [John finally unlocks and opens the door; Sydney enters] Now what's going on, John?

John Finnegan: Just - shut the door.

[the door is closed]

Sydney: Why are the lights out?

John Finnegan: Okay, Sid?

Sydney: Okay I'm not gonna...

John Finnegan: -let's just leave them off for a second...

Sydney: -I'm not gonna stand here with the lights out.

[Sydney flips the light on]

John Finnegan: Okay now, you promised you'd help me.

Sydney: ...what is this, John?

John Finnegan: I'm sorry, Sid.

Sydney: John, what is this? Who is this man?

John Finnegan: He's uh... he's a hostage.

Sydney: This is a very fucked-up situation.

Sydney: [Answering the phone] Hello?

Phone Voice: Hello Sydney remember me?

Sydney: What do you want?

Phone Voice: I want you, it's showtime!

Sydney: Then why don't you show your face you fucking coward!

[Hangs up phone]

Phone Voice: My pleasure!

[Suddenly enters the room and lunges out at her]

[answering phone]

Sydney: Hello? Hello?

Phone Voice: Hello Sidney.

Sydney: Yes?

Phone Voice: What's your favorite scary movie?

Sydney: Who is this?

Phone Voice: You tell me.

Sydney: [picks up caller ID] Cory Gillis, 555-0176.

Phone Voice: Shit!

Sydney: Hot flash Cory...

Phone Voice: Shit!

Sydney: ...prank calls are a criminal offense prosecuted under penal code 653M.

[caller hangs up]

Sydney: Hope you enjoyed the movie.

Sydney: Yea? Well, you're forgetting one thing about Billy Loomis.

Mickey: What's that?

Sydney: I fucking killed him!

[Sidney, Gale and Cotton look at the body of Mrs. Loomis, after being shot down by Cotton]

Gale: Is she dead?

Sydney: I don't know. They always come back.

[as if to confirm what Sidney just said, Mickey leaps to his feet screaming, despite his injuries. Gale and Sidney turn to him and spray him with bullets. Mickey is knocked backwards and collapses, dead]

Cotton: Woah!

[Sidney approaches the body of Mrs. Loomis and shoots at her forehead. The body twitches a bit, then is still again. Gale and Cotton stare at Sidney, shocked]

Sydney: [shrugs] Just in case.

[Sidney drop the gun and walks away]

Sydney: I want to know who it is.

Hallie: No, no, Sid!

Sydney: I'm going back!

Hallie: Stupid people go back! Smart people run! We're smart people, so we should just get the fuck outta here!

Debbie: [after shooting Mickey] Two birds, one stone.

[Sidney continues to sob and gasp]

Debbie: Oh! Mickey was a good boy, but my God! That whole "Blame-the-movies" motive? Did you buy that for one second? The poor boy was completely out of his mind.

[Kicks Mickey's body]

Sydney: And you're not?

Debbie: No. I'm very sane.

[Reaches down to pick Mickey's gun up]

Debbie: My motive isn't as 90's as Mickey's. Mine is just good, old-fashioned revenge. You killed my son! And now I kill you, and I can't think of anything more rational!

Sydney: You're never gonna get away with this.

Debbie: Oh, of course I will!

[Takes out a cloth to clean her fingerprints off of the gun]

Debbie: Everything's traceable back to Mickey. Including the cop gun he used to kill everybody. But let's just suppose that you had gotten hold of the other cop's gun. And you chased Mickey, and there was a big shoot-out, and a big scuffle. And you shot Mickey! Killed Mickey dead!

[Throws the gun way over to the stage]

Debbie: But not before he got off one shot at you! Okay. So, have I covered everything? Are there any questions? Any comments? You know what, though?

[Sidney tries to run, but Mrs. Loomis points the gun at her on the other side of the column]

Debbie: Who gives a flyin' fuck, anyway? Let 'em try and track down the second possible killer! Debbie Salt doesn't exist!

Sydney: You're as crazy as your son was!

Debbie: [shocked] What did you just say?

[Sidney trembles]

Debbie: Was that a negative, disparaging remark about my son? About my Billy?

Sydney: No, Billy was a good boy. Billy was perfect, you did a bang-up job Mrs. Loomis.

Debbie: It's not wise to patronize me with a gun Sidney! Randy spoke poorly of Billy and I got a little knife happy.

Sydney: 300 people watched. Nobody did anything. They thought it was a publicity for Christ sakes.

Randy: [Speaking in a British accent humorously] And it would have been a good one too.

Sydney: It's starting again, Randy.

Randy: It's not. A lot of shit happens at the movies. People get robbed, shot, maimed, murdered. Movie theaters are very dangerous places to be these days.

Sydney: [persistent] Yeah, and you are in extreme denial.

Randy: You should be too. This has nothing to do with us.

Sydney: [frantic] Randy! A guy in a ghost mask hacked up two people in a movie theater filming our life story.

Randy: Coincidence?

Sydney: You know what happened at Woodsboro, Randy. You can't ignore it.

Randy: [speaking normally now] I know, Sid, and I don't want to go back there again. Can't we just go back to our pseudo-quasi happy existence?

[Derek, Sydney's boyfriend catches up with them]

Randy: HELLO DEREK, how you doing?

Derek: [kisses Sydney] Hi Sid, I heard you weren't in class.

Sydney: Yeah I know. I skipped it because I couldn't take the "Death to her" looks.

Derek: Is there anything I could do?

Sydney: Yeah, do you have any tricks for getting back to a pseudo-quasi happy existence?

Derek: [thinking decisively] You know? I might just have one for that.

Randy: Oh yeah, what is that?

[Derek turns to Sydney, brings her in for a couple romantic kisses while Randy looks away, jealous & embarrassed]

Sydney: [smiles] That was pretty good.

[Derek & Sydney walk away]

Randy: Get a room.

Debbie: Two birds, one stone. Mickey was a good boy, but, MY GOD, that old "Blame The Movies" motive. Did you buy that for one second? Poor boy was completely out of his mind.

Sydney: And you're not?

Debbie: No. I'm very sane. My motive isn't as "90s" as Mickey's. Mine is just good old fashioned revenge. You could killed my son! And, now, I kill you and I can't think of anything more rational.

Sydney: You're never gonna get away with this.

Debbie: Oh, of course, I will. Everything's traceable back to Mickey, including the cop gun he used to kill everybody. But let's just say that you have gotten hold of the other cop's gun. And you chased Mickey and there was a big shoot out and a big scuffle, and you shot Mickey, killed Mickey dead. But not before he got off one shot at you. Okay. So, have I covered everything? Are there any questions? Any comments? You know what, though? Who gives a flying FUCK, ANYWAY? Let 'em try and track down the second possible killer. Debbie Salt doesn't exist.

Sydney: You're as crazy as your son was.

Debbie: What did you just say? Was that a negative, disparaging remark about my son? About my Billy?

Sydney: No. Billy was a good boy. Billy was perfect. You did a bang up job, Mrs. Loomis.

Debbie: Not wise to patronize a mother with a gun, Sidney. Randy spoke poorly of Billy and I got little knife happy. Ha! I was a good mother. You know what makes me sick? I am sick to death of people saying that it's all the parents' fault that all starts with the family. Wanna blame someone? Why don't you blame YOUR MOTHER? She was the one who stole my husband and broke up my family. And then you took my son! You don't know what it is to be a mother, to raise a child and teach him and guide him-...

Sydney: -AND ABANDON HIM? Isn't Mickey supposed to be dead?

Mickey: You should really deal with your trust issues Sid: I mean, poor Derek. He's completely innocent and such a nice boy too. He's bright and funny and handsome. Decent singing voice. And he was going to be a doctor. This is just the kinda boy you'd like to take home to mom. If you had a mom.

Sydney: Fuck you!

Mickey: Oh, so vulgar! Did Billy let you talk to him this way?

Sydney: Billy was a sick fuck just like you!

Mickey: No. Billy was a sick fuck who tried to get away with it. Mickey is a sick fuck who wants to get caught, yea! Ya see I got my whole defense planned out. I'm gonna blame the movies. Pretty cool huh? It hasn't been done before. You see, this is just the beginning, a prelude to the trial. Cuz see that's where the real fun is 'cause these days it's all about the trial. Can you see it? The effects of cinema violence on society. I'll get Dershowitz or Cochran to represent me. Bob Dole on the witness stand in my defense. Hell the Christian Coalition'll pay my legal fees. It's air tight Sid. I'm an innocent victim.

Sydney: You're a psychotic.

Mickey: Yeah, well. Shh...

[whispers]

Mickey: that'll be our little secret. Cause people love a good trial. It's like theater. They're dyin' for it. And I've worked hard to give the audience what they want. See that's what Billy was good at. He knew... It's all about... execution.

Sydney: [referring to who the killer is] Mrs. Loomis?

Gale: [shocked] What?

Mickey: BILLY'S MOTHER!

[Gale turns around and sees Mickey]

Mickey: Nice twist huh? Didn't see it coming, did you?

[laughs]

Gale: [still shocked] Jesus. It can't be, I've seen pictures of you.

Sydney: Yeah this is 60 pounds and a lot of work later.

Debbie: [takes off her trench coat] It's called a makeover. You should try it. Look a little tired yourself there, Gale!

Randy: Sydney, look, it's Gale Weathers.

Sydney: What?

Randy: Star of the Gale Weathers press conference. Author of the press conference starring Gale Weathers. Soon to be a major motion picture starring Gale Weathers!

Sorority Sister Murphy: Hey Sid,how are you holding up?

Sydney: I'm coping.

Sorority Sister Murphy: This is weird isn't it, to think this fuss is all because of you. I mean, not directly, but in some six degrees of Kevin Bacon-way.

Derek: Oh thank god Sidney, I thought I was gonna be up there until opening night.

Sydney: Oh shit, the killer is here. He killed Hallie, he's here. Shit, who tied these?

Derek: What are you talking about?

Sydney: The killer! He's here!

Derek: Where?

Phone Voice: Right here.

[pause; heavy, deep breaths]

Phone Voice: You're fast, Sid.

[Sidney resumes trying to untie Derek]

Phone Voice: I wouldn't do that if I were you. You really want to trust your boyfriend?

Mickey: Don't you know, history repeats itself? Hmm, Sid?

[removes mask to reveal Mickey; uses voice-changer]

Phone Voice, Mickey: Surprise, Sidney.

Derek: What the fuck?

Mickey: Since Derek here disappeared on my ass, I've been on my own, all fucking night. Thanks a lot, partner.

Derek: You motherfucker! Sid, you know me better than that. Untie me.

Sydney: Oh my god, Derek!

Derek: No, no, no... Sid.

Mickey: It's okay, Derek. We got her.

Derek: No, no, Sid, listen to me. You know me better than that. He's lying.

Mickey: What do you think, Derek? Sidney's experiencing a little deja vu?

Mickey: Sid, he's lying! The man is lying! Sid, untie me! Untie me!

Mickey: Hmm. Boyfriend, killer. Boyfriend, killer. Boyfriend, killer.

Derek: No, I am gonna fucking kill you! You are dead! Dead!...

[Mickey shoots Derek in the chest, near heart]

Mickey: [holding a knife, slightly out of breath] Sid...

[chuckles]

Mickey: You got a Linda Hamilton thing going. No, no. It's nice. I like it.

[Derek is careened up on a pulley]

Mickey: Now who is doing that? Could that be... the mystery guest waiting in the wings? Told you I had a partner, Sid. Surprise cameo just for you.

Sydney: [Gale conveniently comes in the room] Gale.

[Then Mrs. Loomis comes in, the audience finding out she is holding a gun to Gale]