Teresa Quotes in The Maze Runner (2014)

Frypan: Newt, what do you see?

Newt: It's a girl. I think she's dead.

Gally: What's in her hand?

Newt: [Newt takes note from Teresa's hand] "She's the last one... ever." What the hell does that mean?

Teresa: [Wakes up, gasping] Thomas...!

Thomas: This place... it's not what we thought it was. It's not a prison, it's a test. It all started when we were kids. They'd give us these challenges. They were experimenting on us, and then people started disappearing, every month, one after the other, like clockwork.

Newt: They were sending them up into the maze.

Thomas: Yeah, but not all of us.

Newt: What d'you mean?

Thomas: Guys, I'm one of them. The people who put you here, I worked with them. I-I watched you guys for years. The entire time you've been here, I... I was on the other side of it.

[looking at Teresa]

Thomas: And so were you.

Teresa: What?

Thomas: Teresa, we did this to them.

Teresa: No. That can't be true.

Thomas: It is. I saw it.

Teresa: Why would they send us up if we were with them?

Thomas: It doesn't matter.

Newt: He's right. It doesn't matter... any of it... because the people we were before the maze - they don't even exist anymore. These Creators took care of that. But what does matter is who we are now, and what we do, right now. You went into the maze and you found a way out.

Thomas: Yeah, but if I hadn't, Alby would still be alive.

Newt: Maybe. But I know that if he were here, he would be telling you the exact same thing: Pick your ass up and finish what you've started. Because if we do nothing, then that means Alby died for nothing, and I can't have that.

Teresa: [Sharp has a pizza delivered at dinner, while the girls all have homemade salads] What is that?

Roland Sharp: The Carnivore. Pepperoni, sausage, ground beef, ham and olive loaf all gathered together in one savory pie. With jalepenos. Want some?

Heather: Yes. No!

Roland Sharp: Extra thick crust.

Anne: I can't, I'm on the zone.

Roland Sharp: What zone?

Anne: The proper combination of protein, fat and carbohydrates.

Roland Sharp: This combination here is proper as hell.

Barb: I'm a total Atkins girl.

Evie: I'm on Weight Watchers, you'll probably blow all your daily points with just one bite.

Roland Sharp: This baby has one point and one point only, and that is tasting good.

Roland Sharp: [yelling at the radio] Why do you find it necessary to listen to this constant *crap*?

Anne: What's the matter? You don't like vagina music?

Roland Sharp: Do you have to use that word before I've had my coffee and soymilk?

Anne: [mocking him] Vagina, vagina, *vagina*!

Teresa: [walks in room] Whose?

Teresa: You *clearly* don't know how to speak to women.

Roland Sharp: I know how to speak to women. I *clearly* choose not to.

Roland Sharp: Furthermore, I'd appreciate it if you'd cover yourselves in our presence. I realize how very proud you are... of your tattoos, piercings, and other body modifications. However, my colleagues and I do not need to see these! Are there any questions?

Teresa: I have one. Are you always such a dick?

Roland Sharp: Yes!

Anne: We had the situation under control.

Teresa: Yeah. We were about to go all Buffy on their gringo asses.

Teresa: I have to have my baby in America!

Teresa: I'll tell you something about this daughter of yours that you know nothing about, she must be severely messed up in the head from living with you.

Roland Sharp: She lives with her mother.

Evie: Why did your marriage fall apart?

Roland Sharp: That is one of many things you and I will never discuss.

Anne: No, he means the other Texas Rangers, you know, like The Lone Ranger.

Heather: He had that cool Indian friend, what was his name?

Teresa: Tonto?

Barb: He was hot! Why don't guys wear loincloths anymore?

Teresa: What do you suppose would happen if... if we just decided not to fight each other?

Cody: I don't know. Probably come down here and shoot us both?

Teresa: [Contemplates Cody's answer] How's your mother?

Teresa: I'm not a soft taco, I'm a hard horny taco.

Teresa: [staring at Brenda] Saint Chimichanga, I promise to be a good taco...

Douche: I'm gonna get you, my pretty! I'm gonna get you and your little sausage, too!

Teresa: Go fuck yourself, El Duche.

Teresa: [about to have her way with Brenda] Once you go taco, you'll never go back-o!

Brenda: First, I fell out of the cart, then I lose Frank. And now, I'm being hunted by a douche. The god must be punishing me, don't you see? This is what I get for giving in to my disgusting urges. I'm such a whore.

Teresa: Sweet bun, I must admit I too something urges, impure thoughts. We all do.

Brenda: Oh. Oh, good! Okay. Well, that actually makes me feel a little better.

Teresa: And we must never give in to them.

Brenda: Oh, no. That's the opposite of what I thought you were gonna say.

Teresa: Oh, yes. The gods are always watching... Even when we cannot see them.

Brenda: Do you think it's too late for me?

Teresa: Do not worry, bun. I will get you home.

Brenda: Oh, yeah, Frank. That's it. Oh, yeah, it's dinner time.

Frank: Yo... I'm actually over here jerking off with these fellas.

[it turns out it's Teresa who gives Brenda oral sex]

Teresa: Once you go taco, you'll never go back-o!

Teresa: Oh! Auntie Shrew!

Cynthia: Oh, Auntie!

Martin: Oh, no!

Martin: Well, I guess we better untie him.

Teresa: Martin, I don't think...

Martin: Hey! Mom helped a crow in the field the day before yesterday.

Cynthia: He's trying to talk.

Teresa: He looks like a loony.

Martin: He even took her to see the Great Owl.

Teresa: So?

Martin: So this could be the same crow.

Jeremy: That's me! I'm the crow. Untie me quick. I can't stand it!

Teresa: What are you doing here?

Jeremy: Good question, but don't ask. The legs. The legs! The leeegs!

[Falls down]

Cynthia: Aw, the poor turkey fall down.

Jeremy: I'm not a turkey! Your mother...

Teresa: Where's our mother?

Martin: You black buzzard! Tell us where she is...

Jeremy: Stop tickling me!

Teresa: I'll tie you back up...

Jeremy: She went to see the rats!

Teresa: You took our mother to the rats?

Martin: I'm gonna go look.

Jeremy: No! Wait! the rats, good, Stay. They're coming here to move your house where it's safe! Understand? The Owl says they're good and smart! Get it?

Martin: You're right. He's a loony.

Jeremy: You can't leave me here like this. There's a ca-cat... there's a ca-ca... he's very big, and he might... and he might... Ungh!

Auntie Shrew: Good! Good riddance. Teresa! Martin! That's the least you deserve.

Teresa: Auntie.

Auntie Shrew: There you are! Keep an eye on this hooligan, make sure he doesn't get away until I can get help. And as for you, you black buzzard, I wouldn't try anything. I shall return.

Larry Valentine: [as he serves his children dinner] Bolognaise.

Teresa: Looks more like Bowl of Shit.

Chuck Levine: [while moving his stuff in with Larry, to Teresa] Hey, Big Ragu! I smell your feet from here. I like it.

Teresa: [to herself] Oh... He thinks my feet stink.

Teresa: [sniffs her own armpit] Now that's a stink.

Larry Valentine: [Takes hot sauce out of the microwave, pours it on noodles and adds 3 burger patties] Bolognese!

Teresa: Looks more like bowl of shit.

Larry Valentine: Thanks for all your help, Teresa.

[Lindsey has bought books from the Fenway Park gift shop to learn about the Red Sox]

Lindsey Meeks: Do you believe in this? The Curse of the Bambino?

Ben: Hey, it's not funny, it's not funny.

[Ben's Fenway friends all turn to stare at her]

Lindsey Meeks: But Babe Ruth was the Bambino.

Ben: That's right. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he played for the Red Sox; they were great. I mean, they were the Yankees.

Al: They won the World Series in 1912, 1915, 1916, 1918. They were royalty. The elite.

Ben: Al should know. He was there. Actually, he's a hundred and thirty-six years old. He looks great for his age. 1919, their miserable, greedy pig of a boss decides to sell Babe Ruth to the Yankees to finance a Broadway musical.

Teresa: 'No No Nanette'. I would never, ever see that piece of crap.

Ben: And since 1918, the Red Sox have not won a World Series. Yeah. The Yankees have won twenty-six.

Teresa: Did you know the Titanic sank the same week Fenway Park opened?

Al: April, 1912.

Teresa: You realize you're selling your seats for exactly the same price they sold Babe Ruth for!

Viv: You said it yourself: Relationships come and go, but the Red Sox are forever.

Al: I want my sponges back!

Teresa: All words have double meaning.

Teresa: You know what I'd do? I'd get a gorgeous photo of myself, lash it in an envelope, and I'd write a dead nice letter to that fellow... hey Vinny, what's his name?

Vinny: Who?

Teresa: The president of Russia.

Vinny: Brezhnev, isn't it?

Teresa: That's it.

Elaine: Teresa! Why didn't I think of that? Oh, I love you!

Teresa: Where are you going?

Elaine: To write a letter to Brezhnev!

Charlie's Girlfriend: Hey - who the fuck are you giving your dirty looks to?

Elaine: [to Peter] Come on, shall we go?

Charlie's Girlfriend: You better had, love.

Teresa: And I think you'd better give your face back to the second hand shop you got it from.

Charlie's Girlfriend: Slut.

Teresa: I know I love it - like yourself.

Teresa: Talk about Roman hands and Russian fingers.

Teresa: [Having just stolen a man's wallet who paid her to dance with him] He wanted to buy a dance! Well he got the most expensive dance in the world!

Teresa: [Showing off the earings she wants him to buy as 'souvenirs'] Tony, you're not even looking at how pretty they are and only 11 American dollars!

Tony Romano: [Looking at her knowingly] Everything around here's 11 bucks!

Teresa: Tony, you like?

Tony Romano: Charge it with the rest.

Teresa: [Happily] Gracias, Tony!

Tony Romano: [Knowingly] See ya later!

Teresa: Aright. Water for me, and a little gin for you.

Teresa: [chuckles] Boy please. I know Juan used to give you that gin, but we ain't doing that up in here Chiron.

[pause]

Teresa: You don't think my joke was funny?

[pause]

Teresa: What's wrong?

Chiron: Nothing. I'm good.

Teresa: No. I done seen good, and you ain't it.

Teresa: Stop putting yo' head down in my house! You know my rule. It's all love and all pride in this house! Do you feel me?

[Chiron nods]

Teresa: [scoffs] I can't hear you. Do you feel me?

Chiron: [quietly] Yeah.

Teresa: Okay.

Chiron: [firmly] I feel you.

Teresa: Aright.

Teresa: You live with your mama?

Little: Yes.

Father James Lavelle: He was a good man, your husband?

Teresa: Yes. He was a good man. We had a very good life together. We loved each other very much. And now... he has gone. And that is not unfair. That is just what happened. But many people don't live good lives. They don't feel love. That is why it's unfair. I feel sorry for them.

Henry: So, what's your life's story?

Teresa: I wanted to be a writer. But when the war happened, the loyalists needed people who spoke languages, and knew how to deal with journalists.

Henry: So you're dealing with me?

Teresa: Well, in my way.

Henry: And because you didn't become a writer, you deal in editing what other people write.

Teresa: Well, circumstances delimit one's choices, don't they? To be honest, I'm like you. I don't fit in many places.

Henry: You're a Communist?

Teresa: Loyalist. I wish to see a democracy for Spain.

Teresa: [knock on the door] Come in.

Carmen: Teresa? These are the new journalists. Marco Navas. He works for a Portuguese newspaper. And these two are the oneswith the car that broke down.

Marta: No, it didn't break down. It was bombed.

Carmen: Marta Vonier, photographer from Le Figaro. And Henry Howell, from the New York Herald Tribune. American.

Teresa: I studied your writing at college. I... I think I've read it all. Short. Sharp. Very inspiring. Your style has evolved over time, hasn't it?

Henry: Well, I'm still a growing boy.

Teresa: I just read this article of yours about Bergara. You write of a battle at a castle where our soldiers were firing from the battlements. I think it was a pretty good piece. It's quite interesting because there are no castles in Bergara. Why? Why did you write it? Is it even about the truth anymore?

Henry: Well, maybe I got the name of the town wrong. There's so many.

Teresa: Don't play with us. For you, it's a story. But for us, it's life and death.

Vasyl: Obey the rules, Mr. Howell. They're simple enough even for you.

Henry: I'm sorry. You are?

Sheriff Dunn: Come on out, you little devil!

Teresa: I thought hounding Indians was your speed.

Sheriff Dunn: Aw, come on, Teresa, if you're nice to me you might find the caboose door open some night.

Teresa: Come and take me if you dare!