Terry Quotes in Dawn of the Dead (2004)

Terry: [Deleted scene/Unrated Version scene]

[covers the corpses on the floor]

Terry: Somebody should say something.

Ana: Yeah.

Michael: Glen?

Glen: No.

Ana: You worked in a church.

Glen: I played the organ.

CJ: Come on, man. You must've heard the priest say something about life and death.

Glen: It was a job. I don't believe in God. I don't see how anyone could.

Bart: Look, he's a twitcher.

[C.J. and Terry watch the twitching zombified security guard]

Bart: TV says you gotta shoot them in the head.

Terry: TV said a lot of things that aren't true.

CJ: Well, fuck the fucker. I told him not go to downstairs.

[C.J. shoots the zombified security guard in head]

Bart: Wanna hear something that really sucks? You guys know that chick at Dairy Queen?

CJ: The fat one?

Bart: Yeah. She was coming over tonight. I would have tapped that shit for sure.

Terry: Bart, dude, everybody's dead, okay? Your mom's dead. Your brother's dead. That fat chick at Dairy Queen? Dead!

Bart: Yeah. That sucks, too.

Steve: Whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait. I'm sorry. Why does he stay here while I go on the suicide mission to rescue Terry's already-dead girlfriend?

Terry: Fuck you, man!

Michael: We don't know that.

CJ: You know what, asshole? Either way we gotta get over there and get the guns to get out of this parking lot, all right?

CJ: [to Bart] Hey, dumbass. It's the timers. It's 8:00.

CJ: [to Terry]

CJ: Terry. Go shut them off.

Terry: It's Bart's turn.

Bart: You're the trainee, man. Shit rolls downhill.

Ana: [Terry is video-taping her] Where did you get that thing?

Terry: I found Steve's camera!

Terry: [as Nicole is dragged into the other truck] Hey, wait... Nicole!

Terry: [CJ is threatening to kill the group] He is a cop, CJ.

Ana: [Locked in a store, calling to Terry, who is across the hall] Hey! Hey!

[Gets Terry's attention, he walks over]

Terry: What?

Ana: The bathroom in here is fake; it doesn't work.

Terry: I'll tell CJ.

Ana: I'm telling you!

Terry: [about the people in the truck] You can't just turn them away, CJ, you'll kill them!

CJ: Tough shit. Self-defense.

Terry: I'm not killing anybody!

CJ: [Points his gun at Terry] You know what? I'll kill you!

Bart: Terry, come on, man. Open the door.

Terry: [Distracted by watching Nicole on the security monitors] Shut up.

Bart: Come on, man. Don't tell me to shut up. Just come open the door. I got you this job. Come on.

Terry: I wish somebody was working Hallowed Grounds.

CJ: How hard is it to make a cup of coffee?

Terry: I wanted a soy mocha latte with foam.

Bart: Faggot.

Mel: I can't see shit, can you?

Terry: No problem, son, no problem...

Mel: How long before we stop?

Terry: Eight hours!

Mel: Da-D-Damn! I gotta go to the john!

[their bedroom is shaking]

Candice: [groggy] Earthquake?

Terry: [half asleep] Probably just a tremor.

Candice: You're disgusting!

Terry: What the hell's the matter with you?

[Candice looks at Denise]

Terry: We'll talk about that later.

Candice: Yeah, we will talk about that.

Terry: [on the phone] "Yeah well you shoulda thought about that when you shot the piece of shit."

[hangs up]

Terry: Clyde, what exactly does a suspicious truck look like?

Terry: Clyde, I'm standing here looking at half the valley and there's nothing going...

[the B-3 flies over her extremely low]

Terry: Holy shit.

Terry: [running after Riley even though he told her to go to a phone for help] Oh, this is a bad idea.

[jumps on the roof of the truck with Hale]

Terry: Hi.

Riley Hale: [Bemused] Hi.

[last lines]

Terry: You know you're still under arrest, Captain.

Riley Hale: [holding Terry's hand] Oh, yeah? Well, I guess you better take me in.

Cooper: Go on then Bruce, what scares you?

Bruce: The self-destructive nature of the human condition.

Spoon: You're just taking the piss now.

Cooper: What about you, Spoon?

Spoon: Castration.

Cooper: There's no argument there. Joe?

Joe: Only one thing guaranteed to put the shits up me: a penalty shoot-out.

Cooper: Figures. Terry?

Terry: Watching a penalty shoot-out... with Joe.

Bruce: What about you, Coop?

Cooper: Spiders. And women. And... spider-women.

Terry: Planning on scoring, Sarge?

Spoon: Yea, well mind you don't foul her in the penalty box.

Terry: Aww.

Wells: Alright, button it, Private Parts.

Wells: If we do happen to make contact, I expect nothing less than gratuitous violence from the lot of ya. Because we're firing blanks doesn't mean we have to be thinking nice thoughts. So you remember, you keep the fire down, right, you get stuck in and you kick their fucking teeth out, or I guarantee you, Joe, they will be eating your bollocks for breakfast, sunshine.

Terry: Hard-boiled or fried, Sarge?

Wells: Scrambled.

Terry: Dogs. More like pussies.

[after throwing up and being asked if he is all right]

Terry: I've got a real craving for a kebab.

Wells: All right, then, time sync. I got zero-seven-thirty coming up in three... two... one... check.

Spoon: Oh, bollocks, I don't believe this.

Wells: What is it now, Witherspoon?

Spoon: Left me watch at the barracks, Sarge.

Wells: Take a breather every once in a while, son, you'll live longer.

Terry: Nice work, Spoon, you tosser.

Joe: Took the words right out of my mouth.

Spoon: And you'll be taking my boot out your mouth in a minute, Joe, you baldy twat.

Terry: Why would they put a bug in our radio?

Spoon: It's the Kobayashi Maru test. They fixed it so we can't fuckin' win.

[Joe's complaining about the quality of the food]

Joe: I'm sick of this pre-packed dog shite.

Bruce: If it's not one thing, it's another, eh Joe?

Spoon: I know, you're like a bear with a sore head.

Terry: Thanks to Cooper's fancy footwork.

Cooper: Yeah, sorry about that Joe. How's your head doing?

Joe: Still in one piece. Knock on wood.

Joe: Come on then Bruce, man. Lets hear the result on the radio.

Bruce: Why do you keep torturing yourself?

Joe: We might've slaughtered them.

Bruce: Yeah, then again, you might not.

Terry: We all wanna know the results Joe. We just enjoy watching you suffer.

Joe: Laugh. I nearly split my sides.

Spoon: Yeah, well there's no point tearing your hair out about it Joe... oops, sorry mate, too late.

[Referring to Megan]

Spoon: What do ya think of her then?

Terry: Not my type.

Spoon: She's the only type, mate.

Joe: Why have the runt of the litter when ya can have the cream of the crop?

Spoon: [Imitating a wanking gesture] No soggy dreams mate.

Spoon: They shut down the generator!

Terry: Why would they do that?

Megan: Because they can see in the dark.

Ryan: And you're afraid of it.

Terry: So I was in Boston, I just ended up there. Seemed far enough away. They come to me then, it just happened, you know how that is, things happen and other things happen and its your life. They were looking to get somebody to go undercover here, they wanted to get somebody who knew the kitchen who was known. And I coulda said no but I thought I could do it. It was like this opportunity in which I could look the entire thing in the eye. And you'd be gone, or married forgotten about me I thought. And Jack, I would leave him out of it. But it was only an idea. Nothing to do with the truth. It was just a fuckin' idea like... You believe in the angels or the saints or there's such a thing as a state of grace. And you believe it, but it's got nothing to do with reality. It just an idea. I mean you got your ideas and you got reality, and they're all... they're all fucked up.

Terry: You know how smart you are?

[Hands him his police badge]

Terry: that's how smart.

Jackie Flannery: Yuppies got to be thicker than the rats and the roaches. Assholes can't live without their dogs. Got dog shit all over the sidewalk. And it didn't use to be that way, it used to be, you dropped a cone, you could lift it up and finish it. People are roaming the streets homeless because of these assholes!

Terry: So we're like Robin Hood in this instance.

Jackie Flannery: Yeah. And I'm Friar Fuck.

Terry: What the fuck you doing? You'll blow us up!

Jackie Flannery: Hundred yard dash.

Jackie Flannery: Hey. I love the noises Irene makes in bed, man.

Terry: Me too!

Terry: Don't be asking him he's fuckin' retarded! Sorry, no offence... but you are, okay?

Terry: Susan, would you like to dance?

[Susan is staring at Reverend Scott, enraptured]

Robin Shelby: [nudging Susan] Sis!

[Susan turns around and smiles at Terry]

Terry: I was just asking... if you'd like to dance.

Susan Shelby: Yes, I'd like to.

[Susan takes her party hat off and goes to dance with Terry]

Ray Macguire: So, where do we go now?

Terry: Out the front door.

Ray Macguire: Oh, for fuck's sake. That's great. Listen everyone, we've just been rescued by Laurel and fucking Hardy.

Andy: Got a steel plate in his head; injury from the Iraq war. The had to remove part of his brain.

Terry: Yeah, the part of your brain that keeps you from being fucking psychopath!

Andy: What the fuck is going on?

Terry: I really don't know.

Terry: What I meant, and what I implied, are two different things.

Scott Wylde: Can somebody tell me what the hell's going on?

Mac Jarvis: Ah, she's pissed because I wouldn't jump her bones.

Terry: He's threatened because I used to break his.

Yuri: Tell me who sent you. I will see to it you get out alive.

Terry: Well, I'll tell you. I think the tour operator was... Cambodian Holidays.

Yuri: Tour operator?

Terry: Like I was saying, I was separated from my tour. We were supposed to view the remains of a B-52 today.

Yuri: B-52?

Terry: I really should be getting back. They take a head count, and if you're not there at dinner, it's the stockade.

Terry: You're like a fine wine, Jonathan, better with every taste.

Jonathan Cross: You always did have smooth lines, Terry.

[Biff has just received his auto repair bill after crashing it into a manure truck]

Biff Tannen: 300 bucks? 300 bucks for a couple of dents? Now, hey, that's bullshit, Terry.

Terry: No, Biff, it was *horseshit*! The whole car was full of it. I had to pay old man Jones 80 bucks to haul it away!

Biff Tannen: Old Man Jones! Probably re-sold it too. Now, I oughtta get something for *that*!

Terry: You want to get something for it! We'll go inside, you can call Old Man Jones! If he wants to give you a refund, that's fine!

Mike Wazowski: Um, h... hello? Fella

[as he and Sully walk down the basement into a candlelit are, where O.K fraternity surround it, wearing black clocks]

Don: Do you, pledge your souls to the Oozma Kappa brotherhood.

Mike Wazowski: [Terri and Terry hit Mike with a cricket bat] OW!

Terry: Do you swear to keep secret.

Terri: All that you learn

Art: No matter, how horrifying.

Sulley: [Squishy hit Sulley with cricket bat] Hey!

Squishy: Will take the scared oath of the...

[initiation interrupted by someone, turning on the lights]

Don: For crying out loud.

Ms. Squibbles: Sweetie, turn the lights on when your down here. You're going ruin your eyes.

Squishy: MOM, WE'RE DOING AN INITIATION!

Ms. Squibbles: Oh Scary, well go on. Just pretend that I'm not here

[turns off half the lights, and walk downstairs to the washing machine]

Squishy: This is my mom's house. Do you promise to look out for your brothers?

[Mrs. Squibbles turns on the laundry dial loudly]

Squishy: No what the peril?

[Laundry machine runs noisily]

Squishy: ... WILL YOU DEFEND OOZMA KAPPA? NO MATTER HOW DANGEROUS?NO MATTER HOW INSURMOUNTABLE? THE ODDS MAYBE? FROM EVILS BOTH GREAT AND SMALL? IN THE FACE OF UNENDING PAIN AND... OH FORGET IT. You're in.

Terry: [as the First Challenge of the Scare Games is about to start] Good luck, ladies.

PNK Carrie: Thanks! We're gonna rip you to pieces!

[She and the her Teammates hiss at Mike's Team with their Eyes Glowing Red]

[In the 2nd Challenge of the Scare Games set in the Campus Library, Mike's Team and Slugma Slugma Kappa are the only ones left to obtain their Team Flags at the end of the Library Corridor hanging on a Statue]

Greek Council VP: In a real scare, you wouldn't wanna get get by the Kid's Parents, but in this challenge, you wouldn't wanna get caught by...

Greek Council VP: [Whispering] The Librarian.

Librarian: [At her desk] Shh, Quiet.

Terry: What's so scary about a Lame Old Librarian?

[a Blue Monster nearby whose not part of any of the teams accidentally creaks on a Floor Board, sending the 50ft Librarian over, grabbing him with one of her Massive Tentacles]

Librarian: [More Menacingly, staring the Monster in the eyes] I said *Quiet*.

[the Librarian sends the Terrified Monster out the window, and into a nearby river]

Terry: [after suggesting that Megan go downstairs to check on Roxanne] Either way, it's a dark, stormy night and we're rour young, attractive girls in a big, spooky house all alone. If we don't go downstairs one at a time, how will we ever get bumped off without the others knowing about it?

Mr. Hinchlow: I brought along my portable TV set, in case you'd like to use it.

Terry: That's nice, but... why?

Mr. Hinchlow: Hell, it's Saturday morning.

[chuckle]

Mr. Hinchlow: Don't tell me you kids don't enjoy a good cartoon!

Megan: [screams]

Terry: You name me one, one British ski-jumper!

Eddie Edwards: Me. Eddie Edwards. I'm gonna be the squad.

Janette: 90 metres, what is that in feet?

Terry: Well, about 300

[feet]

Terry: ... No, actually it's about 295

[feet]

Terry: .

Janette: Oh my God.

Terry: So, uh, 9/11.

[everyone looks at Terry expectantly]

Terry: No I mean, I've always wanted to have a conversation with

[gestures at Kumail]

Terry: about it. With

[gestures again at Kumail]

Terry: people.

Kumail: You've never talked to people about 9/11?

Terry: No what's your, what's your stance?

Kumail: What's my stance on 9/11? Oh um, anti. It was a tragedy, I mean we lost 19 of our best guys.

Beth: Huh?

Kumail: That was a joke, obviously. 9/11 was a terrible tragedy. And it's not funny to joke about it.

Terry: [over the apartment intercom] All you ever talk about is becoming a pro hockey player, but there's a problem: you're not any good.

Happy Gilmore: I am good. You know what, you're a lousy kindergarten teacher. I've seen those finger-paintings you bring home and they SUCK.

[last lines]

Cassandra: I love you, Wayne.

Wayne Campbell: I love you, Cassandra.

Dreamwoman: I love you, Garth.

Garth Algar: I love you, dreamwoman.

Noah Vanderhoff: You know, ever since I did your show, kids are looking at me in a whole new way.

Terry: I love you, man.

Russel: And I love you. Because I've learned that Platonic love *can* exist between two grown men.

Benjamin: And I've learned something, too. I've learned that a flawless profile, a perfect body, the right clothes, and a great car can get you far in America - almost to the top - but it can't get you everything.

Wayne Campbell: Isn't it great that we're all better people?

[beat]

Wayne Campbell, Garth Algar: FISHED IN!

Terry: Wayne. Wayne. Garth told me about the show, man. I love you man.

Wayne Campbell: Yeah, and I love you too, Terry.

Terry: No, no, no. I mean it man. I LOVE you.

Wayne Campbell: No, I-I mean it. I love you.

Terry: No, you don't, man. I love you.

Wayne Campbell: [being hugged by Terry] Garth. Hey, come over here, I think Terry has something he wants to say to you.

Terry: I love you, man.

Garth Algar: Thank you.

Sam: Terry? Are you Nomad?

Terry: Nomad? Indeed. I have traveled through time and space to find you. Now join me in the mating dance of Zion!

Terry: [dressed as Neo] Your sweet libations, my lady.

[Terry asks for Buddy's help with Sandy up in his bedroom]

Terry: Listen, there's a half-naked woman in your bedroom feeding pizza to some fish, and she's all yours.

Buddy: Sounds too kinky for me.

Terry: [Terry grabs a hold of Buddy by the arms] Budster, I need you. She needs you. You need her.

Buddy: [Buddy looks up the stairs] Is she really half-naked?

Terry: Maybe more by now.

Buddy: What if you're lying?

Terry: What if I'm not?

Buddy: Good point. If I'm not back in a week, forward my mail.

[Terry opens her tuxedo shirt and reveals her breasts to Rick]

Rick: Wait a minute, are those what I think they are?

Terry: I'm sorry.

Rick: [Rick raises his voice in disbelief] Where do you get off having tits?

[Buddy teaches Terry how to scratch her balls]

Buddy: Very crucial. Something every guy does. Let me see you scratch your balls.

Buddy: [Terry rolls her eyes at Buddy] Hey, come on, try it.

Buddy: [Terry scratches her jeans] Wait a minute. Watch the master. Now first, there's your basic shift.

Buddy: [Buddy shifts his body with his balls] But that's not always enough. Sometimes you've got to get inside, dig a little, let some air in, move things around.

Terry: Yeah, well, maybe my balls don't itch.

Buddy: All balls itch. It's a fact!

[Buddy tries to talk Terry out of her first thought of wanting to be a guy]

Terry: Sometimes I just wish I were a guy.

Buddy: No, you don't. The male body needs sex at all times. It's a living hell.

[Terry asks Buddy how she looks dressed in a tuxedo]

Terry: How do I look?

Buddy: [Buddy doesn't look] Dashing.

Terry: My zipper's open.

Buddy: That was the dashing part.

[Buddy sarcastically responds to Terry's serious sex question]

Terry: Can't you think of anything more profound than getting laid?

Buddy: A blowjob?

[Terry tries to comfort Buddy about sex not being a big deal]

Terry: Listen, sex is not that big a deal.

Buddy: I'd like to form my own opinion.

[Terry walks in on Buddy making out with Sandy in his bed]

Terry: Whoops!

Buddy: Hey, no problem. Just a couple of nice, clean all-American kids experimenting with sex.

[Terry tries to tell Buddy that wouldn't he want to have sex with someone he'll love]

Buddy: I'm 15 years old. In two years, I reach the peak of my sexual powers. The clock is ticking. I have to get jamming.

Terry: Can't you hear what you're saying? Aren't you a little embarrassed?

Buddy: Nope. I'm horny. Horny will kick embarrassment's ass every time.

Terry: [Terry puts her hands on Buddy's shoulders] Budster, listen to me. Don't you want your first time to be with someone you love?

Buddy: [Buddy with a smile on his face, whispers] I guarantee it, I'll be in love.

[Buddy talks to Terry in her disguise as Rick listens in]

Terry: Bud, what do you want?

Buddy: Guess who came by to pick you up for school this morning? Your true love. Kevina.

Buddy: [Rick looks at Terry] Kevina was very upset that you left without her. You know how she worships your rippling muscles and your hairy chest. Terry is such a stallion. Go on, show him your hairy chest.

Terry: Buddy!

[Terry storms into Buddy's room upset with men and sex]

Terry: All men care about is sex!

Buddy: I resent that.

[Terry sees the Playboy posters Buddy just hung up]

[Rick and Terry talk in the boys' bathroom as Rick takes a leak unexpectedly]

Terry: What are you doing?

Rick: [Rick talks with his back to Terry] What's it look like I'm doing?

Terry: Well, do you have to do that in here?

Rick: Seemed like the right time, certainly the right place.

[Terry pumps up Rick to get back at Greg Tolan]

Terry: Oh, man, I've had it with that jerk. You want to know about Greg Tolan? I'll tell you about Greg Tolan. Greg Tolan is toast. He can't get away with this. We've got to get him back.

Rick: We and what army?

Terry: No violence. No need to sink to his level. You see, we have somethig that Greg Tolan will never have. Intelligence.

Rick: [Rick snaps his finger] You know, you're right. I mean, we're smart. Okay, Terry. What do we do?

Terry: I don't know.

Rick: Me neither.

[Buddy miserably lays on the couch for not having any sex in two weeks]

Terry: Budmeister, are you okay?

Buddy: No, Terry, I'm not. Mom and Dad come home Monday. I've had two weeks of total freedom. The closest that I've come to sex was a girl who took her top off to seduce my sister. What's wrong with me?

[Buddy tries to make Terry smile by giving her his advice]

Buddy: Terry, it's summer. Smile.

Terry: My face hurts when I smile.

Buddy: Listen to me, oh, sister of my loins, I've got a driver's license and a sex life. You've got the job of your dreams, and a chauffeur. Life is sweet. Let's get an ice cream.

[Terry tells Denise she was in the boys' locker room because they all believed she was a guy]

Terry: I can't give up! And today was a disaster, and I was a major geek, but they all thought I was a guy. I was in the boys' locker room!

Denise: You were?

Terry: Yes!

Denise: And they were?

Terry: Yes!

Denise: Can I be your younger brother?

[Terry lays in bed moping about her article not being that great]

Terry: I know I could do better. I'm just confused.

Buddy: Of course you're confused. You're wearing my underwear.

[Terry stands next to Rick complimenting his new look]

Terry: [Terry combs her hand in Rick's hair] It's just that you looked so nice today. You were perfect.

[as Rick turns his head and stares at Terry]

[Buddy wallows in misery just thinking about not having any sex]

Buddy: [as he talks to Terry] I know this place that delivers. 'Massage Delight' or something. Can I borrow $200?

Terry: Buddy, why don't you just call the guys and go to the mall?

Buddy: [Buddy hangs his hand over his head] I'd rather wallow in my virginity.

[Terry argues with Mr. Raymaker about not winning the job working for the Sun-Tribune]

Terry: I am going to be a reporter.

Mr. Raymaker: That's good. I like that attitude. But don't you think that it would be nice to have something to fall back on?

Terry: Like what?

Mr. Raymaker: Uh, well, you're a pretty girl, you could be a model.

Terry: Be a model? Why? Because a pretty girl couldn't possibly have a brain?

[Buddy defends his theory on the naked Playboy photos he has up on his walls]

Buddy: Big improvement, huh? The room needed something.

Terry: Your room is why my life is totally screwed up. You guys think beautiful women are nothing but decoration. Total airheads.

Buddy: [Buddy smiles up at the air] Hey, not me. These women have my deepest respect.

Terry: For showing their boobs?

Buddy: And for their minds. It just so happens that Kim here reads Vonnegut in her bubble bath, and Louann has dedicated her centerfold to help clean up toxic waste. And the only reason Barbara does her physics homework buck-naked is 'cause that library is hot.

[Buddy tells Terry how he would use a woman's body]

Terry: Come on, Buddy, admit it. You would love to spend your entire life just using women's bodies.

Buddy: Yeah, all but the last 60 seconds.

Buddy: [Buddy lays his Playboy magazine down and smiles at the air] I'd like a little time to reminisce.

[Buddy tells Terry a woman has the freedom to be as sick and perverted as a guy]

Terry: I mean, it's as if women's lib never existed.

Buddy: Today's woman has the freedom to be as sick and perverted as us guys.

Terry: Oh, that's wonderful. I mean, I write an excellent article, and just because I'm cute, no one takes me seriously. It's not fair.

Buddy: And yet somehow you find the courage to go on living. You've got guts.

[Terry teaches Buddy to stuff a sock in his pants]

Terry: Well, maybe this would help.

Terry: [Terry looks at the bulge in her jeans in front of the mirror] Not bad.

Buddy: [Buddy stands next to her looking at his bulge in the mirror] Shit. Maybe I should try that.

[Buddy teaches Terry how to walk like a guy]

Buddy: Okay. Let's see you walk.

Buddy: [Terry walks like a girl] Hold it. Look. You got balls now. Use 'em.

Buddy: [Buddy walks and talks like a guy for a demonstration] Say, baby, what's happening? I'm a lean, mean, sex machine, and that be the way it is.

Terry: [as Terry imitates Buddy] 'Say, baby, what's happening? I'm a lean, mean, sex machine, and that be the way it is.'

Buddy: [Buddy chuckles] I think you'll pass as long as you don't move.

[Terry helps Deborah with advice to hold the back of her earring on]

Deborah: It's driving me crazy. I looked everywhere, I can't find the back of my earring. What am I suppose to do? Walk around all day with one earring? That is so punk.

Terry: Listen, all you got to do is break the eraser off a pencil. And you can use it to hold your earring on. Should get you through the day.

Deborah: [Deborah smiles as Terry walks away] Oh, thanks.

Terry: [Terry freezes before turning around with a smile] I have sisters.

[Terry sits across Harold Sherpico in the school cafeteria]

Terry: Hi, uh, I'm Terry Griffith.

Reptile: Oh, hi, I'm Harold 'Reptile' Sherpico. It's time to feed Snowball his lunch.

Terry: [Terry sees a little mouse] Oh, Snowball. He's cute.

Reptile: Oh, that's not Snowball. This is Snowball.

Reptile: [Sherpico takes off an albino snake from his neck, pointing to the mouse] That's lunch. They don't make snake chow.

Terry: [Terry gets up to walk away] It was very nice meeting you.

[Terry and Buddy crawl up the stairs on their hands and knees after they're both rejected]

Buddy: [about Linda] That girl had incredible self-control.

Terry: Kevin hates me. Rick hates me. Everybody hates me except Sandy.

Buddy: Oh, yeah, how'd it go? Did you get laid?

Terry: [Terry turns her head to Buddy] I bet I came closer than you.

[Buddy talks to his Mom on the phone as Terry sits beside him with a bad hangover]

Buddy: Not much has been happening, Ma. Yeah, I did pretty good on my history test. Terry's become a transsexual. Yeah, she's starting to grow hair on her chest. Yeah, just a second. Hey, Mom wants to talk to you.

Terry: No, no.

Buddy: Uh, she can't talk mom. The doctors have advised her not to speak. Something hormonal and vocal.

[as Terry hangs her head at Buddy]

[Denise finally agrees with taking Terry to the prom]

Terry: Denise... Just say you'll go to the prom with me.

Denise: I'll go to the prom with you.

Terry: [Terry hugs Denise] Oh, thank you.

Denise: [Denise doesn't hug her back] I want a limo. And you can't tell anyone, not my friends, not my parents, no one. Deal?

Terry: Look, I'm not proud of this either.

Denise: God, look how low I've sunk, and you know what's really sad, you're the best date I've had in weeks.

[Sandy walks into Buddy's room thinking it's Terry's room]

Sandy: [Sandy sees all of the nude Playboy photos on the walls] Wow. Like this is where you sleep? Do your homework.

Terry: Yeah, well, uh... I like pictures of people.

Buddy: [Buddy from the doorway] Terry loves tits and ass.

Terry: These women aren't just tits and ass. Kim reads Vonnegut... and Louann... Louann despises toxic waste.

Buddy: Don't let him fool you. Hard-core sex maniac.

[Terry tries to tell Rick that she's a girl]

Rick: [Rick chuckles] Yeah. Big night, huh?

Terry: I bet you're a little confused.

Rick: I think I understand.

Terry: I know I should've told you sooner, but, uh... I didn't. Um... I'm a...

Rick: [Rick cuts her off] Terry, I know. You're gay.

Terry: [Terry frowns] I'm not gay.

Rick: [Rick hesitates looking back towards Kevin] Wait a minute. Now I'm confused.

Terry: I'm a girl. I'm a woman.

Rick: [Rick chuckles] Right, and I'm Cindi Lauper.

[Terry tries to apologize to Rick for lying to him about being a guy]

Terry: There was this contest, and I needed prove it, but then I stayed and I met you. And you're so wonderful that...

Rick: Shit... I can't believe this.

Terry: Rick, I know you're mad, but I think you're terrific, and your friendship means so much to me that I just...

Rick: Then this whole thing was bullshit. Major bullshit.

[Terry tries to talk to Buddy as he's making out with Sandy in his bed]

Terry: You know, my voyage of self-discovery has ended in despair.

Buddy: Hey, that's so interesting, really. Can you shut the light off please?

[Mr. Raymaker apologizes to Terry after reading her article]

Mr. Raymaker: I'm sorry I misjudged you.

Terry: You don't have to apologize. I wouldn't have this job if it weren't for you. I mean, you forced me to fight for what I wanted, and I will never forget you for that.

Mr. Raymaker: [Mr. Raymaker smiles] Thank you.

[Rick and Terry tell each other they still have feelings for one another]

Terry: I thought you hated me.

Rick: I missed you. I read your article. Do you, uh... Still feel the same way about me?

Terry: Yeah, I guess I do.

[as Rick smiles and Terry blushes]

[Terry asks Denise to take her to the prom]

Terry: Will you go to the prom with me?

Denise: [Denise stares at Terry] You are so sexually confused.

[Buddy questions Terry about what she's doing hanging around Rick and not doing her research]

Terry: I'm just seeing Sandy for Rick.

Buddy: For Rick? What happened to research?

Terry: Well, that's what I meant.

Buddy: So for research, you're willing to toy with this poor girl's emotions? All you transvestites are alike. You disgust me.

[first lines]

Denise: [Terry's best friend Denise interrupts Terry in her writing class] Terry...

Terry: Denise, why aren't you in Science?

Denise: They're showing a film strip. Everyone left. I have to talk to you.

Terry: [Terry scoffs] Denise, I'm really into this article.

Denise: I know, but I need your advice and you are my best friend. And I tried to deal with this myself, okay, and I'm really stressed out. Three guys want to take me out Saturday night and I'm not too thrilled about any of them, but I think I should go out with someone in case I don't have a real boyfriend by the prom.

[Denise tells Terry which three guys want to take her out Saturday night]

Denise: Bruce Schulmann. Edward Zink. And Roger Gibbler.

Terry: [Terry rolls her eyes] This is serious.

Denise: I know.

Terry: [Terry smiles] All right, on a scale of lame to cute, who rates the least low.

Denise: They're all lame. Put Roger in a Rent-a-Tux, he might move up to semi-lame.

Terry: Okay, forget the looks. Who's got the hottest car?

Denise: A Pinto, Dad's Skylark, and a Schwinn.

Terry: Looks like you're going to have to skip the prom.

[the two cool guys walk through the cafeteria saying hi to Terry but then ignore Denise]

Cool Guy #1: What's up, Terry?

Cool Guy #2: How it's going, Terry?

Terry: Hi, guys.

Denise: Hi, guys. Bye... Guys. Am I invisible?

[Buddy tells his sister that she needs to throw a slumber party with her friends]

Buddy: I have two words for you. Slumber party. We'll invite every girl you know. Tall, short, loose, easy... I'll be the bartender. They can use my bedroom, they can use my body. I want to help.

Terry: You want to molest my friends.

Terry: [Buddy smiles shaking his head up and down] Forget it!

Buddy: Why? You'll have a party. And I'll...

[Buddy mimics the sound of an orgasm in front of Terry and Denise]

[Kevin tells Terry a story to make Terry feel better about not becoming a reporter]

Kevin: Can I tell you a little story? When I was a kid, I was, I was obsessed with being a fireman. I'd set little fires in the backyard, and I practiced putting them out. Then one day, when... I was 12, I learned I could never be a fireman.

Terry: Why, what happened?

Kevin: I found out how much money they make. Pitiful!

[Terry fakes out Buddy when she first disguises herself as a guy]

Buddy: [Buddy talks to himself before answering the front doorbell] What are the odds of this being a homeless nymphomaniac?

Terry: [Terry outside] Is your sister home?

Buddy: Yeah.

Buddy: [Buddy yells up to Terry's room] Terry, you got company.

[when Buddy turns back to see Terry smiling outside]

[Buddy jokes about Terry becoming a guy]

Terry: I'm going to do it. I'm going to take that article to Sturgis-Wilder, and I'm going to submit it as a guy.

Buddy: Hey, it makes perfect sense. You got a problem, you get in drag.

[Terry talks to her first student on her first day]

Terry: Hey, how you doing?

Terry: [the student keeps walking pass Terry as she talks to his back] We'll talk more later.

[Terry meets Greg Tolan for the first time]

Greg Tolan: Who invited you?

Terry: Uh, I'm new here.

Greg Tolan: Just what we need, another pussy.

Terry: As strong as an Ox and almost as smart.

[Rick helps Terry out of the bushes on her first day]

Terry: Great bunch of guys.

Rick: I see you met Greg Tolan. He kinda runs the school. I'm Rick Moorehouse. Try not to get us confused.

[Terry meets the gym teacher Coach Morrison]

Terry: [as Terry comments on his bowling shirt] Bowling, uh, great game.

Coach Mickey Morrison: The greatest. But it's more than a game, it's the ultimate challenge. One man, one ball, 10 pins.

Terry: 10 frames, too.

Coach Mickey Morrison: Exactly!

Terry: Uh, you see coach, um, I just transferred here from another school, so I don't have my gym clothes yet, so I guess I'll just go to Study Hall.

Coach Mickey Morrison: Hold it! Everyone dresses for my Gym class. Everyone.

Terry: Great.

Coach Mickey Morrison: [the Coach holds up a jock strap to Terry] I have surprise jock inspections three times a week. A word to the wise... wear it.

[the new kid from the locker room shows Terry something spreading on his penis]

Boy in Locker Room: [holding open his underwear] Oh, it's spreading. Have you ever seen anything like this?

Terry: [Terry looks before rolling her eyes] Never.

[Terry fakes a stomach pain to get out of gym class]

Coach Mickey Morrison: [Terry groans from the ground] Got a problem, son?

Terry: Oh, stomach, shooting pains. I ate in the cafeteria.

Coach Mickey Morrison: Come on! Tough it out! When life rolls you a 7-10 split, what do you do?

Terry: Go to the nurse?

Coach Mickey Morrison: No! Hell, no! You aim for that 7 pin, and let it rip!

[Terry cries louder on the floor of the gym]

[Terry gives Coach Morrison a doctor's note to skip gym for two weeks]

Coach Mickey Morrison: Severe intestinal disorder? What's the matter? You have a little tummy ache? What are you, a pussy?

Terry: [Terry pauses trying not to smile, before responding] Uh... My doctor said that I should be okay by a week from Monday. So, I guess I'll just go to Study Hall.

Coach Mickey Morrison: No, you won't. I have a little job for you, son.

[the scene cuts to Terry handing out towels in the boys' locker room]

[Rick sees Terry get in Terry's car as Rick makes a comment about Sandy]

Rick: She's pretty nice.

Terry: Yeah, but I got this one rule. I never go out with girls who say 'bitchin.'

[Rick invites Terry in after she gives him a ride home from school]

Rick: Did you want to come in?

Terry: Well, I was just going to... Just going to tune on my car, maybe play a little football, but, yeah I got time.

[Rick tells Terry about what his girlfriend looks like for if his Mom asks]

Rick: Um, if my Mom comes home from work and she asks you about my girlfriend... Just so you know, her name is Alice, and she looks a lot like Chris Evert Lloyd.

Rick: [Terry makes a 'What?' face] I just don't want her to worry, you know, about my social life.

Terry: Yeah, but Chris Evert Lloyd?

[Rick shows Terry his bedroom and his love for James Brown]

Rick: I'm kind of into James Brown.

Terry: I guess so.

Rick: You know, Prince, Michael Jackson? It all goes back to James Brown, the godfather of soul. Not to mention, Mr. Humanitarian, My. Dynamite and the hardest working man in show business. Ah, New York City, live, the Apollo Theater, 1962. This man was king.

Terry: Well, let's hear some sounds.

Rick: I don't think so.

Terry: Stereo broken?

Rick: No, it's just something I do by myself.

Terry: Huh?

Rick: Well, when I hear James I have to dance. You know, like James. I can't help it. I go crazy. And, uh, I'm usually alone when I do it.

[Terry and Buddy talk about their food responsibilities when the fridge is empty]

Terry: Budster, the refrigerator gives new meaning to the word 'empty.'

Buddy: [Buddy throws his slice of pizza onto his plate] Hey, don't worry about breakfast. This stuff tastes great cold.

Terry: You agreed to do half the shopping around here while Mom and Dad were gone.

Buddy: Yeah, that's right, the second half.

[Sandy finds Terry's sock stuffed down his jeans]

Sandy: It's okay. I mean, how small can it be?

Terry: [Terry chuckles] Don't ask.

[Kevin sees Terry's short haircut for the first time]

Kevin: What did you do to your hair?

Terry: Oh, I cut it. Isn't it cute?

Kevin: Cut? It's gone!

[Deborah tells Terry and Rick about who Greg is]

Deborah: Greg just likes to act tough. He doesn't really hate you guys.

Terry: Oh, that's no act. He truly hates us.

Deborah: Deep down, he's insecure.

Terry: Yeah, well, upfront, he's an asshole.

[Sandy undresses herself to Terry]

Terry: Thanks for stopping by, but as you can see, I really am in a rush.

Sandy: First, there's something else I have to give you.

Terry: Oh, nothing can top these fish.

Sandy: Don't be so sure.

Terry: [Sandy undresses her blouse as Terry turns her attention to the fish bowl] Oh, my, God, the fish. Did you feed them today? Look at those hungry little eyes.

Sandy: They're kissing.

[Sandy apologizes to Terry at the prom]

Sandy: Um, about the other night... I feel like a visitor from 'Planet of the Sluts.'

Terry: [Terry looks at Rick with Deborah] Hey, that's okay. We all make mistakes.

[Sandy sees Terry's date Denise hitting on the musician at the prom]

Sandy: How could she do that to you?

Terry: We don't have a real commitment. She can date whoever she wants.

Sandy: In the middle of the prom?

[Kevin sees Terry at the prom crawling out from the water]

Kevin: Terry, are you all right?

Terry: Kevin?

Kevin: What are you doing here in a tuxedo?

Terry: [Terry nervously responds] Please go home. I'll call you tonight.

[Rick, Terry, and Kevin all confront each other on the beach]

Rick: [Rick asks Terry] Who is this guy?

Kevin: Terry's boyfriend. Who are you?

Rick: Just a friend.

Kevin: Terry, we can work this out. I know you still love me.

Terry: No, I don't, I love someone else.

Rick: [Terry glances over to Rick] Whoa, uh, thanks, but no, thanks...

[Terry walks with her friend Denise at school as she still feels miserable for hurting Rick]

Denise: Terry, you have to snap out of this.

Terry: I will. It just may take me a couple of years.

[the freshman kid talks to Terry about liking her article]

Freshman: Hey, Terry, I really liked your article. Especially the part about how you could be cool even though you don't dress cool and stuff. I feel the same way. You want to go out sometime?

Terry: Oh... I'm really not ready yet, but thanks anyway.

[Buddy is late to pick up Terry from work]

Terry: Swift parking job, Bud, and you're late.

Buddy: Yeah, I ran out of gas, but don't worry, I put a buck's worth in...

Buddy: [Buddy smiles] On me.

[Terry tries to ask Rick out on a date as he reminds her he's the guy]

Terry: Well, hey, why don't we go out and have some fun? You know, like, maybe we could go out dancing Friday night.

Rick: Wait a minute. I'm the guy here. Let me just try this, okay? Why don't we go out dancing on Friday night?

Terry: [Terry smiles] What an original idea.

[last lines]

Terry: [Terry signals for Buddy to get in the car with her and Rick] Come on, Buddy!

[a girl pulls up on a motorcycle next to Buddy, as Buddy smiles and decides to get on the back of her bike instead]

Terry: It is what it is.

Vincent: "It is what it is"? Everyone's saying that now. You know what it means? You're screwed, and you shall remain screwed.

Terry: The Blind One is coming. He's going to suck out your intestines for a thousand years and use your ribs as toothpicks.

Brodie: Um... okay.

Terry: Did I mention he's going to roast your nuts over an open fire? While they are still attached, of course.

Brodie: No, Terry. You didn't mention that.

Terry: Well, he is.

Les: Come on now, Scott, Tina's waiting.

Scott: You're all so scared, you wouldn't know what you thought!

Terry: [to Les] Look, is he dancing with Tina or not?

Scott: [to Tina] I'm sorry, Tina, I'm not available.

[Terry is at the drive-up window as the police pull up]

Policeman: Where's Dottie?

Terry: Who?

Policeman: The drive-up girl.

Terry: Oh, yes, Dottie. Of course. She's... sick.

Policeman: Sick with what?

Terry: Vaginitis. She's been suffering from an abnormal vaginal discharge. You know the common symptoms, a viscous fluid, usually associated with... uh... vaginitis.

[the police drive away looking embarrassed]

Terry: You're gonna knock over a bank with a Magic Marker? What are you gonna do, write on 'em?

[dreaming]

Terry: Beavers and Ducks!

[Terry and Harvey are waiting for Joe and Kate. Harvey is dressed in a very loud cowboy outfit]

Terry: Harvey?

Harvey: Yeah?

Terry: Do you remember what I said about conspicuous behavior?

Harvey: Keep it low profile.

Terry: Are you achieving it do you think?

Harvey: Yep.

Terry: Good boy.

Harvey: What do you think of my boots?

Terry: Very lifelike.

Terry: Kate, you should choose. What's it gonna be? Mr. Action Figure Hero Guy? Or brains, and sensitivity, and a lot of other things I could name. So in other words: me or THAT guy?

Joe: Yeah, good looking, or ITCHY.

Charles Wheeler: Please, wherever you are, return my wife to me. Kate, if you're listening, I want you to know that I'm okay. I hope you're holding up well, I hope that these gentlemen are treating you correctly, the way you should be treated, and speaking of which, I'm going to Spain next week, so if your kidnappers would like to contact me, they can get in touch with my people, and you know who they are, and the house is waiting for you, right here, where you belong. And the house misses you, I miss you...

[Kate turns off the television]

Kate: Hmph! He has no IDEA where I belong!

Joe: You belong here.

Terry: Yeah. With us.

Terry: Do you smell burning feathers?

Kate: Burning feathers?

Terry: Joe's older brother, Albert. He smelled burning feathers. He had a brain tumor.

Kate: Joe doesn't have an older brother.

Terry: Love is a wish you hide in your heart that no one else knows.

Terry: You know the hardest thing about being smart?

Joe: No.

Terry: I always pretty much know what's gonna happen next. There's no suspense.

Terry: I noticed you got a gold watch.

Joe: It's an 18 karat gold watch.

Terry: I don't give a shit how many karats it is.

Joe: 36 grand. It's no big deal.

Terry: Did you ever think about asking someone for the time? It's a lot cheaper.

Joe: What'd you bring her here for?

Terry: One, I had no choice, two, I may have suffered a slight concussion and three, she is mentally imbalanced to a spectacular degree.

Kate: I can hear you!

Harvey: I don't know. Kate's a special lady.

Terry: Kate is an iceberg waiting for the Titanic.

Joe: Put that gun down.

Terry: Make me!

Joe: Make me?

Terry: Yes, MAKE ME!

Joe: What the hell is this, the third grade?

Terry: Well, I'm out of well-turned phrases at this point, Joe!

Terry: I am a fugitive from justice! I am a dangerous criminal!

Kate: Oh well that explains the hijacking!

Kate: You can't just step in front of a moving car and expect it to stop!

Terry: Yes you can! I've seen it done!

Terry: Kate, I - I'm a desperate man.

Kate: Desperate?

Terry: Yes.

Kate: You don't know the meaning of the word. Desperate is when you wake up in the morning and you wish you hadn't. It's knowing that every time you get behind the wheel of a car you're only a tree away from ending the empty charade that your life has become! So don't talk to me about desperate!

[Speaking to Kate after she refuses to get out of the car]

Terry: You're insane!

Kate: I'm unhappy! It's not the same thing.

[after having been shot at and chased by police]

Terry: May I please go back to prison?

Kate: I'll make dinner.

Terry: I cook the dinners around here.

Kate: Sorry. Not familiar with the outlaw code.

Terry: Kate, there are guys who leave, and there are guys who get left. I don't think it's any mystery as to which category I fall into.

Kate: Terry, I'm not leavin' you.

Terry: You're staying?

Kate: Yeah.

[Kate gives terry a kiss]

Kate: Good night.

Joe: Got the gun?

[the back window of the car they are driving gets shot out]

Terry: No.

Terry: I'm gonna flee from the scene of the crime in the nick of time.

Terry: I don't want to rob banks for the rest of my life! The stress level is just too damn high.

Terry: I've been thinking I don't *have* a brain tumor because you never had a brother!

Terry: You know the problem with being smart? You always know what will happen next. It ruins the suspense.

Harvey: What about the mini-van?

Terry: You leave it here.

Harvey: But I like the mini-van!

Terry: I appreciate that. But as it's a stolen mini-van it's probably best that you leave it here.

[after Mike's secret is revealed at the dinner table]

Troy: I think I should probably go.

Terry: No. I think you need to stay. We'll probably need some law enforcement up in here.

Terry: What kind of a man has to make an appointment to sleep with his wife?

[last lines]

Sheriff Bruce Smith: I was brought up here, you know. Now, I'm kind of glad I ran away from home when I was 11. I guess there's gonna be some kind of investigation.

Terry: Why don't you just burn the place?

Sheriff Bruce Smith: Burn it? You mean arson?

Terry: I don't know. That's what I'd do. It's an evil motel.

Greyo: Dylan Thomas called Swansea "an ugly, lovely town".

Terry: I'd call it... a Pretty Shitty City.

Greyo: Dylan Thomas didn't do as much fucking cocaine as you, did he?

Terry: Three words? They hired a poet to do three fucking words?

Terry: What the fuck does that mean Greyo?

Greyo: What does what mean?

Terry: That, "ambition is fucking critical."

Greyo: It say's "ambition is critical." There's no "fucking" in it.

Terry: Your mom's a ukulele.

Deputy Trudy Wiegel: Terry, when you're here, you're an ambassador for Reno.

Terry: Heavy on the assador!

Deputy Trudy Wiegel: Terry, we're in no mood for your hijinx. Are you getting on the bus or not?

Terry: I'm not getting on that bus. A: it smells like farts. B: I've got my own jet that I got for Flagday to take me back home. So you wanna ride in the fart-mobile or do you wanna ride with me?

Deputy Raineesha Williams: Thats not the only thing you're on. What else are you on, Terry?

Terry: I'm on fucking crack, yo!

Terry: I'm on wheels yo!

Deputy Trudy Wiegel: God Terry, what are you covered in?

Terry: Oh that's... Apple Martini lube.

Deputy Raineesha Williams: We got a call about lewd behavior on the boardwalk and you the only thing I see around here that could qualify as lewd.

Terry: How is this... I'm not lewd at all... I don't even know what... lube or lewd?

Terry: I just flew in. I'm recording an album. It's called Terrys' South Bitch Live: Fuck You Dad, and it drops in 2009.

Terry: [Paul and Gary are hiding in Terry's apartment] I know you're here, Paul. The doorman told me you just came in. Come out and I won't be mad.

Paul: [sits up on the couch] Did you or did you not fuck a lumberjack by the name of Randy?

Terry: That's none of your business.

Paul: Is that a yes?

Terry: I'm not answering that.

Paul: Oh, for fuck's -- well, all right, well -- What, does he go to the gym alll the time, does he?

Terry: What?

Paul: [picks up a vase of flowers] From Randy?

[smashes the vase]

Paul: I'm gonna rape you!

Gary: [Gary steps out from behind the corner] Hi, Terry.

Terry: Hi, Gary.

Gary: He is not gonna rape you.

Terry: That's a relief. How are you, Gary?

Gary: I'm OK, thanks. I'm gonna just take him home.

Jimmy: I know this is last minute, but will you please go to the prom with me?

Terry: Ewww!

Jennifer: Get lost, Jimmy.

[at a funeral]

Dean Murdoch: Hey, Mrs. Mitchener, you wanna hear a joke?

Mrs. Mitchener: Most certainly

Dean Murdoch: It's farrel really liked this one. What do you call a guy who's from Pakistani who's seen everything and done everything?

Terry: Been everywhere.

Dean Murdoch: Yeah. Seen everything, been everywhere, done everything. And he's from Pakistan.

Mrs. Mitchener: I don't know.

Dean Murdoch: Bindair Dondat.

Terry: Gee, Mr. Wizard, how do you get the litmus paper to turn blue?

Alan: The same way I get the egg into the Coke bottle, bitch.

Terry: [to Rusty over the phone] All right, you proved your point. You broke into my vault. Congratulations, you're a dead man.

Terry: [was talking privately over dinner with Tess until Terry finally shows up] I know everything that's happening in my hotels.

Danny: [sarcastically] So I should put the towels back?

Terry: [while rubbing Tess's hands] No, the towels you can keep.

Tess: [was talking privately over dinner with Danny until Terry finally shows up] Danny was walking through the restaurant when he spotted me.

Terry: Is that right?

Danny: Yeah, imagine the odds.

Terry: [sarcastically, partially quoting one of Rick's line's from Casablanca] Of all the gin joints in all the world.

Terry: [over the phone] All right. Now I have complied with your every request, would you agree?

Rusty: I would.

Terry: Good, 'cause now I have one of my own. Run and hide, asshole. Run and hide. If you should be picked up next week buying a hundred-thousand dollar sports car in Newport Beach, I am going to be supremely disappointed. Because I want my people to find you, and when they do, rest assured we are not going to hand you over to the police. So my advice to you again is this: run and hide. That is all that I ask.

Tess: [talking privately over dinner while she's waiting for Terry] Do you remember what I said when we met?

Danny: You said I'd better know what I'm doing.

Tess: And do you? Because you should walk out that door if you don't.

Danny: I know what I'm doing.

Terry: [finally shows up] What are you doing?

[On the phone]

Terry: Who the hell is this?

Rusty: The man who's robbing you!

Terry: [over the phone] Well, then inform Mr. Levin that he'll be better off watching the fight in front of his television at home... Surely *he* must have HBO.

Danny: [after the robbery] Hey Benedict, how's the other fight going?

Terry: [Referring to the robbery] Did you have a hand in this?

Danny: [Lying] Did my hand in what?

Terry: I'm going to ask you one more time: Did you have a hand in this?

Danny: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Danny: [Talking to Terry after having been beaten up by Bruiser while Tess is watching on television] what if I told you I could get you your money back, would you give up Tess? What would you say?

Terry: I would say yes.

Clarkie: Where are we going, Morty?

Morty: Back to that boatyard. Somebody's about to get a fucking slap.

Terry: [pats Morty on the shoulder] Yes, Morty. About fucking time.

Terry: So the emcee asks, "What's the most romantic place you've ever made love to your wife?" And this guy's thinking, he's got a brain like a pea, but he's thinking, and he says, "In the butt!"

[Cole Williams punches a card gambler in the dark basement of the casino]

Cole Williams: You think you can beat the system.

Cole Williams: [Cole holds up his fist] This is the system, beating you back!

Cole Williams: [Cole punches the Gambler's chest] You wanna count cards, you do it in Atlantic City. Get him up.

Terry: [Terry lifts up the kid] Come on, kid.

Cole Williams: Count to five. Count to five!

Gambler: [the gambler stammers] What... What?

Cole Williams: Count to five so I know you don't have brain damage, you can go home.

Terry: [Terry growls into the gambler's ear] Start with one.

Gambler: One, two, three, four, five.

Cole Williams: Good. Now, stop counting!

[Cole Williams checks Ben's pocket and finds his real ID]

Cole Williams: Oh! You understand all this. You go to MIT.

Terry: Smart boy.

Cole Williams: [Cole laughs] My name is Cole Williams. And if I ever see you in this town again, I will break your cheek bone with a small hammer, and then I will kill you.

[Cole and Terry confront Ben escorting him off the casino floor]

Terry: Let's take a walk, huh?

Cole Williams: [Cole with a smile on his face] Come on, kid. See if we can't get you that chicken dinner.

[Cole Williams explains to Ben what Biometrics is while punching him in the basement of the casino]

Cole Williams: Biometrics. It's sort of like a fingerprint of your face.

Cole Williams: [Cole punches Ben across the face] See, when the player sits down at the table, the software, it read this, uh...

Terry: Biometric profile.

Cole Williams: Biometric profile of your face, cross-references it with a database of counters. Software will probably put you and me out of business, but it still can't do this.

[Cole punches Ben in his ribs]

Charlie: Look, kid, I - how much you weigh, son? When you weighed one hundred and sixty-eight pounds you were beautiful. You coulda been another Billy Conn, and that skunk we got you for a manager, he brought you along too fast.

Terry: It wasn't him, Charley, it was you. Remember that night in the Garden you came down to my dressing room and you said, "Kid, this ain't your night. We're going for the price on Wilson." You remember that? "This ain't your night"! My night! I coulda taken Wilson apart! So what happens? He gets the title shot outdoors on the ballpark and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Palooka-ville! You was my brother, Charley, you shoulda looked out for me a little bit. You shoulda taken care of me just a little bit so I wouldn't have to take them dives for the short-end money.

Charlie: Oh I had some bets down for you. You saw some money.

Terry: You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let's face it. It was you, Charley.

Terry: Hey, you wanna hear my philosophy of life? Do it to him before he does it to you.

Terry: You think you're God Almighty, but you know what you are? You're a cheap, lousy, dirty, stinkin' mug! And I'm glad what I done to you, ya hear that? I'm glad what I done!

Terry: Conscience... that stuff can drive you nuts!

Edie: Isn't everybody a part of everybody else?

Terry: Boy, what a fruitcake you are!

Edie: Which side are you with?

Terry: Me? I'm with me, Terry.

Edie: I've never met anyone like you. There's not a spark of sentiment or romance or human kindness in your whole body.

Terry: What good does it do you but get you in trouble?

Terry: You know, I seen you a lot of times before. Remember parochial school out on Paluski Street? Seven, eight years ago. Your hair, you had your hair uh...

Edie: Braids.

Terry: Looked like a hunk of rope. And you had wires on your teeth and glasses and everything. You was really a mess.

Terry: If I spill, my life ain't worth a nickel.

Father Barry: And how much is your soul worth if you don't?

Edie: I want you to stay away from me.

Terry: Edie, you love me... I want you to say it to me.

Edie: I didn't say I didn't love you. I said, "Stay away from me."

[after being badly beaten by Johnny Friendly and his goons]

Terry: Get me on my feet.

[Father Barry and Edie help Terry stand up]

Father Barry: How're you doing?

Terry: Am I on my feet?

Charlie: You're getting on. You're pushing 30. You know, it's time to think about getting some ambition.

Terry: I always figured I'd live a bit longer without it.

Terry: You know this city's full of hawks? That's a fact. They hang around on the top of the big hotels. And they spot a pigeon in the park. Right down on him.

Terry: Quite a nose, huh? Some people just have a face that sticks in your mind.

Terry: You know you're not too funny today, fat man.

[Terry returns to Johnny Friendly's bar after setting up Joey Doyle]

Charlie: So, how'd it go?

Terry: He up on the roof.

Charlie: The "pigeon"?

Terry: Uh, yeah, it worked.

Terry: Yeah his racket, everybody's got a racket.

Terry: The old man's still an artist with a Thompson.

Tom Reagan: [after the attempt on Leo's life] Who's winning?

Terry: We are, for the nonce.

Tom Reagan: What's the disposition?

Terry: Four to one, Dana Cudahy went up with the house.

Tom Reagan: And theirs?

Terry: One burned...

Tom Reagan: The other three...?

Terry: Lead...

Tom Reagan: Whose?

Terry: Leo's... the old man's still an artist with a Thompson.

Colin: I'm sorry. I don't mean to bother you. I just lost control of my car and wrecked it and...

Terry: Are you all right?

Colin: I'm good. I just had a crash. Do you think I could use your phone?

Terry: You live around here?

Colin: Yeah, over on River Road... I don't even need to come in. I'll stand right here. You can hand the phone, shut the door.

Terry: I'm feeding my daughter. I'll be right back.

Colin: All right, thank you

Ryan: Mommy, where's daddy?

Cop: Could you step out of the car? Were you trying to signal me with your headlights?

Terry: I can't say anything now

Cop: Don't move

Terry: They say the storm is going to be really bad

Jeffrey: I better get going

Terry: Tell your dad I said happy birthday. I love you

Jeffrey: Love you too

Brad Whitewood Sr.: You scared yet? You oughta be.

Terry: I'm not scared of you.

Brad Whitewood Sr.: You scared yet? No?

Terry: The answer is no.

Brad Whitewood Sr.: I ain't asking.

Terry: The answer is no

[Brad throws Terry on the bed and starts raping her]

Terry: What are you thinking?

Ian: That then was then. And now is now. And we've done it and it's over.

Ian: And it's always now.

[first lines]

Ian: Ah, she's a beauty! I mean, look her - she's not new, but she looks new. He said the engine needed work.

Terry: I could do the engine.

Ian: I can't believe he's asking so little. It's practically a steal.

Terry: John Anderson said we could keep it at his marina - free of charge - at least for a year till his son comes back.

Ian: Ah, here he comes. Don't show you're too eager or he won't budge on the price, all right?

Terry: Right.

Mike: It's a live-cam death site.

Terry: It doesn't sound like Turnbull. Why would he watch that?

Mike: People love to see death. Why do you think the ratings are so high on reality disaster shows?

Mike: I hate germs, and... diseases.

Terry: What about bugs?

Mike: Pretty much hate them too.

Terry: You know you sleep with bugs?

Mike: What?

Terry: You - sleep - with - bugs.

Mike: No, I, I-I-I don't, actually.

Terry: Yeah, you do. Everyone does. Dust mites. They're in your carpets, in your bed. They look like little lobsters. You know, in fact, they're distant relatives.

Mike: You're enjoying this, aren't you?

Terry: I, I just don't get out much.

[to her cat as she watches a violent video]

Terry: Turn around, Bennie. I don't want you watching this.

[Terry sneaks up behind Mike]

Mike: Jesus!

Terry: Actually, Terry Houston. Department of Health.

Vic Dakin: Go and make a phone call, Terry.

Terry: Who to?

Vic Dakin: Your fairy-sodding-godmother - I don't know.

Terry: [realizing Gypo's stuck him with the bill as an angry bouncer glowers at him] Oh dear, oh dear. I have a queer feelin' there's going to be a strange face in heaven in the mornin'.

Terry: You know, security's tight these days, Republican White House and all.

Terry: I'm a modern-day alchemist, baby. Ain't nothing gonna bring me down.

Steve Walker: [on the phone] ... Okay, fine. You're right. It's not an emergency. All the same, could I please talk to the people that try and solve murders - ? Jesus!

Toby: [sees Kaiser's head poking through the "doggy door"] Come on. That's a good boy.

[the dog's head, and ONLY its head, is shoved through and rolls across the floor]

Nicole Walker: Come here, Toby. Over here.

[He runs into her arms and they hug each other]

Nicole Walker: ... I'm sorry you had to see that, bro.

Steve Walker: [still on the phone] ... Yeah, um - My - My name is Steven - Hello - Hello? HELLO?... The phone is dead.

Terry: You're next, man!

[Steve begins to rush after him, but Laura stops him]

Laura Walker: No, wait! We don't know whether he's alone out there. Here, security will come.

[She taps a control panel repeatedly, but nothing happens]

Steve Walker: There's not even a siren.

Laura Walker: Well, Larry will still get the signal.

Steve Walker: No, it's disconnected. The system works through the phone lines...

Margo Masse: Nicole, can I borrow him?

[Nicole nods and dismissively pats Toby's shoulder]

Margo Masse: Over here, Toby.

[He goes over to Margo and they share a tender embrace]

Laura Walker: ...It doesn't matter. No one is getting in here. You designed it, remember? Reinforced doors. No entry without the code.

Nicole Walker: Dad...? David's got the code.

[There is a beeping as David punches in the entry code. Steve hits the manual override just in time, thus keeping the door locked. There is banging and pounding as David's hoods attempt to break in through the windows and side doors]

Steve Walker: Nicole, take Margo and Toby up to your room and stay there.

Nicole Walker: Will *you* be okay?

Steve Walker: Laura and I will be fine. Laura, get the flashlight. Then turn off every light in the house!

[Halfway up the stairs, Nicole screams as Logan leers in at her through a skylight]

Steve Walker: *Nicole!* I'm counting on you three guys to make sure they don't get in from upstairs! If that happens...!

Nicole Walker: I get it, Dad. Good luck to you.

Steve Walker: Thanks, now GO ON! AND LOCK YOUR DOOR!

[as Nicole ushers Margo and Toby to her room, Steve turns back to Laura]

Steve Walker: Turn the flashlight off. I don't want them to know where anybody is.

[the doorbell rings continuously]

Steve Walker: No one's gonna hurt our family, honey. No one!

[Upstairs, Nicole sits with Toby on her bed while a tearful Margo paces the floor nearby. Toby gazes around the darkened room, and then forces a smile at his sister]

Toby: [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE] ... You always said, if you ever invited me in here, it'd be the greatest day of my life.

[Nicole returns the smile and kisses him tenderly]

Nicole Walker: [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE] I'm still working that one out; give me time.

[Margo sobs loudly]

Nicole Walker: I'll be right back, Tobster.

Margo Masse: Oh, they're gonna kill us, just like they killed Gary.

Nicole Walker: Don't say that. You need to calm down.

[Toby notices Terry outside the bedroom window, and waves for the girls' attention. Margo screams, while Nicole produces an umbrella]

Nicole Walker: Toby! Coming through!

[as Toby rejoins Margo, Nicole jabs Terry with the umbrella and he plummets to the yard below. Toby is duly impressed]

Toby: [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE] Take a bow, Rapunzel.

[In response to the joke, Nicole beams at him and flips her hair, a la "CHARLIE'S ANGELS"]

Terry: Put some space between us and Bob. Bob has a long history of entrepeneurial operations. We haven't really had a handle on Bob for years. After 9/11, some people got leeway, let their emotions got the best of them. These are complex times. There's already an active investigation into Bob's activities in - help me out here.

Fred Franks: Tehran, the Amiri brothers job.

Terry: We're trying to find out who might have hired Bob for the Amiri brothers job. Could the same people be behind the Nasir job? A lot of people probably want this Nasir dead and Bob knows lots of people. Fill in the rest. Send me everything.

Bobby: Where are *you* goin'?

Palm Apodaca: Alaska.

Bobby: Alaska. What are you: on vacation?

Terry: She wants to live there 'cause it's cleaner.

Bobby: Cleaner. Cleaner than what?

Palm Apodaca: You don't have to tell everybody about it. Pretty soon they'll all go there and it won't be so clean.

Bobby: What makes you think it's cleaner?

Palm Apodaca: I saw a picture of it. Alaska's very clean. It appeared to look very white to me. Don't you think?

Bobby: Yep. That was before the big thaw.

Palm Apodaca: Before the what?

Palm Apodaca: You know, I read where they, uh, invented this car that runs on, ummm... that runs on, ummm... when you boil water?

Terry: Steam.

Palm Apodaca: Right, steam. A car that you could ride around in and not cause a stink. But do you know they will not even let us have it? Can you believe it? Why? Man! He likes to create a stink! I mean, I've seen filth that you wouldn't believe. Ugh! What a stink! I don't even want to talk about it.

Terry: Put on your seat belt.

Rudy: It pushes on my neck.

Terry: What?

Rudy: It pushes on my neck, it's uncomfortable.

Terry: Well, when someone slams into us and you go sailing through the windshield, that's liable to be uncomfortable, too. Now, put on a seat belt.

Terry: Where were you?

Sammy: Nowhere. I had dinner with my boss.

Terry: Kind of a late dinner, ain't it?

Sammy: Yeah. How was Rudy?

Terry: Fine. He's asleep.

Sammy: Did the plumber come?

Terry: Yeah, the fucking plumber came!

Sammy: Terry, just give me a break!

Terry: What's the matter with you?

Sammy: Nothing, I'm just tired.

Terry: Wanna smoke some pot?

Sammy: No I don't... why, you got some?

Terry: [as they get in the car] Where are we going?

Sammy: To pick up Rudy.

Terry: What, do you not even want me to come visit now?

Sammy: Of course I want you to visit, you idiot! I've been looking forward to seeing you from the moment I got your letter, I told everyone in town that you were coming home, I cleaned the whole *fucking* house just so it would look nice for you! I had no idea you were just broke again! I wish you'd just send me an invoice!

Rudy: Who are you talking about?

Terry: Some wild kids we used to know.

Rudy: Were you a wild kid?

Terry: Not as wild as your mom.

Rudy: Yeah, right...

Terry: Oh, you don't believe me?

Rudy: No.

Terry: Ask her.

Rudy: Mom, were you?

Sammy: [long pause] No comment.

Terry: You mind if I ask you a personal question?

Rudy: I don't know.

Terry: Do you like it here, I mean in Scottsville?

Rudy: Yeah.

Terry: Why?

Rudy: I don't know, my friends are here, I like the scenery... I don't know.

Terry: I know, I know, it's just so... there's nothing to do here.

Rudy: Yes, there is.

Terry: No, there isn't, man. It's narrow. It's dull. It's a dull, narrow town full of dull, narrow people who don't know anything except what things are like right around here. They have no perspective whatsoever, no scope. They might as well be living in the 19th century 'cause they have no idea what's going on, and if you try and tell 'em that they wanna fucking kill you.

Rudy: What are you talking about?

Terry: I have no idea... you're a good kid.

Sammy: What is happening here?

Terry: It's just the problem is the pipes are corroded the whole length of the hall, so every time I put a new piece in it starts leaking further down.

Sammy: Why don't I just call the plumber?

Terry: Why? He's not gonna do anything different than what I'm doing.

Rudy: Yeah, we're only making it worse.

Terry: No we're not, shut up!

[Terry pulls a pipe out of the floor and accidentally sprays Sammy with water]

Sammy: Thanks. Thank you.

Rudy: Why are you smoking?

Terry: Um, because it's bad, don't ever do it.

Sammy: [whispering] Terry, I fucked my boss.

Terry: What?

Sammy: And his wife is six months pregnant...

Terry: Jesus Christ, Sammy!

Sammy: [shamefully] I know... I know...

Ron: You know, Terry, a lot of people come to see me with all kinds of problems. Drugs, alcohol, marital problems, sexual problems, health problems

Terry: Great job you got.

Ron: Well... I like it. Because even in this little town, I feel like what I do is very connected with the real center of people's lives. I'm not saying I'm always Mr. Effective, but I don't feel like my life is off to the side of what's important. You know? I don't feel my happiness and comfort are based on closing my eyes to trouble within myself or trouble in other people. I don't feel like a negligible little scrap, floating around in some kind of empty void, with no sense of connectedness to anything around me except by virtue of whatever little philosophies I can scrape together on my own...

Terry: Well

Ron: Can I ask you, Terry: Do you think your life is important?

Terry: You mean - Like, me personally, my individual life?

Ron: Yeah.

Terry: Well... I'm not sure - What do you mean? It's important to me. I guess. And like, to my, you know, the people who care about me...

Ron: But do you think it's important?

Terry: I -

Ron: Do you think it's important in the scheme of things? Not just because it's yours, or because you're somebody's brother. Because I don't really get the impression that you do.

Terry: Well, I don't think... I don't particularly think anybody's life has any particular importance besides whatever - you know - whatever we arbitrarily give it. Which is fine. I mean we might as well... I think I'm as important as anybody else...

Terry: I don't know: A lot of what you're saying has a real appeal to me, Ron. A lot of the stuff they told us when we were kids... But I don't want to believe something or not believe it because I might feel bad. I want to believe it because I think it's true or not... I'd like to think that my life is important... Or that it's connected to something important...

Ron: Well, isn't there any way for you to believe that without calling it God, or religion, or whatever term it is you object to?

Terry: Yes. I believe that.

Rudy: [as Terry is packing up] Where are you going?

Terry: I don't know. I just want to get out of this town. And if you've got any sense when you get old enough you'll get out of here too. Your Mom's gonna live in this town for the rest of her life, and you know why? Because she thinks she has to. Don't ask me why, but that's the truth. She thinks there's all these things she has to do, but you want to know one thing about your Mom? She's a bigger fuck-up than I ever was. I mean, I know I messed up. You think I enjoy getting thrown in jail because I wanted you to face that prick your Dad like a little man and see what kind of a guy he is? I know I got a little carried away, and I lost my temper just a little bit - which is not the end of the world either, by the way, just for future reference - And now she's kickin' me out of my own house because - you know, because I fucked up a little bit. Which I totally admit. I was like - totally ready to admit that.

Terry: Yeah, this is the haute cuisine of garments.

Terry: So how are ya?

Sammy: I'm fine, Terry.

Terry: So um... um, how's Rudy?

Sammy: We're fine, Terry.

[beat]

Sammy: How are you?

Terry: Uhhh, yeaahhh...

Sammy: I'm going to bed. You need anything?

Terry: [playing Rudy's handheld game, not looking up] No, I'm good.

Sammy: Okay. Terry... I'm really glad your home.

Terry: [stops playing game, looks up and smiles] Yeah, me too, Sammy.

Bex: [Terry bumps into Bex on the dance floor] Whoa. Sorry mate.

Terry: It's alright mate. Teach you to dance like a fucking melt though, won't it?

Bex: Slow down. I'm just cutting a rug with me wife.

Terry: [Terry looks at Bex' wife] What that?

Bex: No, you don't wanna make one with me mate. I'll fucking leave you behind.

Terry: If all else fails, there's always that little home in the country.

Calvero: This is my home, here.

Terry: I thought you hated the theater.

Calvero: I do. I also hate the sight of blood, but it's in my veins.

Terry: Worms can't smile!

Calvero: Oh, how would you know, have you ever appealed to their sense of humour?

Terry: Of course not.

Calvero: Well then!

Terry: I'm sorry.

Calvero: You should be. A young girl like you wanting to throw your life away. Heh! When you are my age you want to hang onto it.

Calvero: [sneezes]

Terry: Gezundheidt.

Calvero: It sure does.

Terry: What?

Calvero: That dress. Goes on tight.

Calvero: How do I look?

Terry: [can see he was drinking] Funny.

Calvero: I know what you're thinking, my health and all that. But there's a creamy white light going on and off inside.

Terry: Is it really worth it?

Calvero: Not that I care for success, but I don't want another failure.

Calvero: You could be Mrs Calvero, in name only of course.

Terry: Won't it inconvenience you?

Calvero: Not at all! I've had five wives, one more or less won't make any difference! And I've reached the point where a relationship can be maintained on the most platonic level.

Terry: What is there to fight for?

Calvero: Ah, you see, you admit it. What is there to fight for? Everything. Life itself, isn't that enough, to be lived, suffered, enjoyed. What is there to fight for? Life is a beautiful, magnificent thing, even to a jellyfish. Besides, you have your art, your dancing.

Terry: I can't dance without legs.

Calvero: I know a man without arms who can play a scherzo on a violin and does it all with his toes. The trouble is you won't fight. You've given in, continually dwelling on sickness and death. But there's something just as inevitable as death, and that's life. Life, life, life. Think of all the power that's in the universe, moving the earth, growing the trees. That's the same power within you if you only have courage and the will to use it.

Jack Burridge: Jack.

Terry: What?

Jack Burridge: That's the name I want.

Terry: [slowly] Okay...

Jack Burridge: Jack.

Terry: Well, that's the first thing taken care of.

Terry: [Pat is taking Joe out of the fireplace and helping him into a chair] Pat, I'd be careful.

Joe: [grateful] God bless you.

Joe: [Pat applies a washcloth and water to Joe's eye] Oh, God... is it bad?

Joe: [Pat nods] Am I going to go blind?

Patricia: I don't know.

Joe: What?

Patricia: I don't know!

Joe: [begging and obviously frightened] Please take me to a hospital.

Marjorie: [Margie plunges knife into chair cushion beneath Joe's crotch] Tell them what happened

[she yanks him to his feet]

Marjorie: or I'll cut them off! Tell them!

[screams]

Marjorie: Tell them! Tell them! Tell them!

Joe: [anguished] I watched the house! I stole the letters!

[he falls to his knees, Marjorie grabs him by the hair and holds his knife to his throat]

Marjorie: And what else?

Joe: [breaking down] I... I came here to kill you... and Patty... and Terry.

[Terry and Patty look on, horrified]

Joe: Linda Martinez, Paula Mikowski, Marie Parks...

[Marjorie runs knife across his throat, Joe screams and falls to floor, sobbing, but realizing he's not hurt]

Joe: Thank you... thank you. The first time I did it... my wife, she's reading the paper. She says 'Joe, did you fix the back door? 'Cause I don't want no raper coming in here.' And I says, 'don't worry honey, he don't want you'. And I fixed the back door real good... so that the raper don't get her. Oh, God.

Patricia: [tears running down her face] Marjorie...

Marjorie: Go get the police.

Terry: [Pat nods] Oh, God.

[to Marjorie]

Terry: I'll stay. I'll stay with you.

Marjorie: [softly] Go with Pat.

Terry: I'm sorry.

[Marjorie nods... they leave... she turns Joe around and guides him back to the fireplace, where he takes a fetal position... she turns on a lamp and sits down near him with a look of triumph on her face... end credits]

Terry: [clinching bottle and cigarette] Maybe we should make up a story?

Patricia: Do we have something to be afraid of?

Terry: [scared] They're going to lock us all up and throw away the keys!

Patricia: Shut up idiot!

Terry: [yelling] You shut up!

Patricia: Terry,

[checking the medicine]

Patricia: this isn't atropine?

Terry: Yeah, well it's a prescription drug. You need a doctor's signature.

Terry: [climbing a tree with Ruth and Philip] Can you see 'em?

[Ruth notices a bird's nest]

Ruth: [excited] Yes!

Philip: [excited] Gosh look at that!

Ruth: How does it not fall off?

Philip: I don't know. Wood pigeon's nests are always like that.

Terry: [climbing higher up] I've got a better place to watch the eggs from!

Philip: It'll never hold you!

Ruth: Terry be careful!

[Terry edges along a thin branch whilst holding onto an even thinner one]

Terry: [swinging out] Wahoo!

[Ruth screams and Terry laughs as he steadies himself on another thin branch]

Ruth: Terry don't do that!

[Terry laughs and edges along another thin branch, which snaps]

Ruth: [screams] TERRY!

[Terry falls out of the tree and lands on the grass]

Philip: [quickly climbs down and runs over to Terry] Ruth, I'm not quite sure but I think he's alive.

Philip: [as he, Ruth and Terry are running down a hill in the woods] What's your name?

Terry: Terry.

Ruth: Where do you live?

Terry: At the cottage in the euro, down Tanglewoods way.

Philip: Have you got any brothers and sisters?

Terry: No, it's only me and my Mum.

Ruth: Where's your father?

Terry: Ain't got none.

Ruth: What are you collecting flowers for?

Terry: Mum sells them in the town. She's a flower seller.

[Terry points to a nest]

Terry: There you are. There's one of your pheasant's nests.

Ruth: [opening a parcel containing a picture of Jesus with a flock of sheep] Mr. Robinson it's lovely!

Terry: [lying in bed] Where are they going?

Mr. Robinson: He's taking him home.

Terry: [weakly] Where's home?

Mr. Robinson: It's where the Shepherd lives. Would you like me to read you something about it? What it's like there?

[Terry nods and Mr. Robinson opens his Bible and reads Revelation 21:4]

Mr. Robinson: [reading] "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain."

Terry: [weakly] No more pain. Cor, that would be smashing. Can anyone go?

Mr. Robinson: [wisely] Yes. *Anyone.* Anyone who belongs to him. Anyone who comes to the Good Shepherd.

[Ruth and Terry look at each other, then at the picture of Jesus]

[last lines]

Terry: [voice only as Ruth climbs over a fence and stops in a field to think] No more pain. Cor, that would be smashing. Can anyone go?

Mr. Robinson: [voice only, wisely] Yes. *Anyone*. Anyone who belongs to him. Anyone who comes to the Good Sheperd.

Mr. Tandy: [voice only, wisely] Your Terry is growing strong up there, with his Saviour.

[Ruth realizes what it all means and excitedly looks at the sky as the Sun shines brighter]

Ruth: [running happily through the fields to tell Philip the good news] Philip! Philip! Philip? Philip! Philip! Philip!

Terry: I'm moving on, Carter. And if you want to waste your life beating the shit out of Alex every time you see him then you can just drop fucking dead!

[first lines]

Terry: Picture ID and sign in, please.

Terry: What do you think went through Billy's mind when he did it?

Sam: The bullet.

Terry: I mean, I'm 24-years-old and I walk into a dark room now and it's like I'm five again.

Terry: [talking about Sam] The guy engages his mouth before his brain sometimes.

Julia Lund: Do you have any idea what he was trying to tell us with all this?

[holds up a battery taken from Billy's drawer full of batteries]

Terry: Maybe he was planning for a really long camping trip.

[pause]

Terry: Or that he was afraid of the dark.

Julia Lund: I know that feeling.

Terry: When I was five, I watched my sister drown in a lake where we used to spend our summers. Right after, I started to suffer from these terrible night terrors. There was one particularly bad night. I woke up screaming my head off. My parents finally managed to get me back to sleep, and a couple of hours later, my mother came back to check on me and, uh, I was gone. They looked everywhere... in the attic, in the basement, all over the house. My mother was hysterical. She thought I'd been kidnapped, or I'd run off, or who knows what? Then my father went into the backyard and he heard a noise in the doghouse, of all places. He stooped down, looked in, and there I was, huddled in the back. Naturally, he reached in and... that's when I stabbed him in the eye with a kitchen knife. I was convinced he wasn't my father... that he was some kind of demon coming for me. I was absolutely sure of it. I haven't had that feeling since I was a kid, but I have it now... and so does Sam... and, we thought, you might too.

Sam: [Terry picks at a bandaged scab on her ankle] Look, Terry, stop picking at it or it's never gonna heal, okay?

Terry: It's not healing anyway, you know, I might as well get some satisfaction.

[pulls adhesive bandage off and pokes at it]

Terry: I think it's getting worse.

Terry: Maybe it's cancer.

Terry: You know, there's something seriously demented about you. Do you know that?

Sam: You know, maybe I should've gone to law school.

Terry: Like I said... demented.

Vanessa Welch: You're a right little charmer, aren't you.

Terry: Get fucked!

Terry: Ann, this is very strange! There are iron bars on the window!

Terry: It's a funny thing. Mrs. Bradley's niece wears dresses of four different sizes!

Terry: We hot as love! - quote from the classic movie Phantasm

O.O. Jones: [At an Asian Tattoo Parlor] Terry, look! Look what that Jap did to my girl's face.

Terry: My, but that is perfectly beautiful. And what a lovely beard she has!

O.O. Jones: That ain't no beard. He didn't shave off my arm and she wound up with a moustache.

Crystal: Terry, when you wanted to enlist I didn't say a word, did I?

Terry: Why, you've always been a swell sport.

Crystal: It was a bit of a shock, I admit, coming right on top of your asking me to marry you. But, I understood, Terry. There were, oh, lots of wild things in you that, that had to come out before we could be - tame and happy. They're almost all out, aren't they, Terry?

Terry: You know, you're the most wonderful girl that heaven ever made. As soon as I get out of the service, I'm gonna show you just how I appreciate it.

Elvira: I'm ashamed of you Oswald Obadiah Jones!

Terry: Oswald Obadiah? Whooo-whooo! Oswald Obadiah! I've been waiting for that for years! Oswald Obadiah!

Terry, Romance: Oswald Obadiah! Oswald Obadiah!

Terry: You think you've made a mess of things, eh? Oh, buck up! It isn't too late.

Terry: Cuba! That little island's still there. Cuba! Oh, there's magic in the name alone. Feel it? She's dancing. She's laughing at you. There's a tropic moon. The air so full of jasmine blossoms, you can scarcely breathe.

Terry: You'll soon be on Cuban soil.

O.O. Jones: Not me! I'm going back to Elvira. And if I hadn't got plastered and followed you on this boat, I wouldn't be here.

Terry: Oh, stop your squawkin'. Nobody invited you in the first place.

O.O. Jones: I know it! I thought it was the Hoboken ferry! And here I wind up in Cuba and Elvira ain't got her bitters.

Crystal: [Final lines] We'll have a grand time together. Won't we, Terry?

Terry, Terry Jr.: Sure thing!

Terry: So let me get this straight: in your world, men like being with women?

Brad: That's what they say - until they drink a six-pack.