Grosse Pointe Blank

Grosse Pointe Blank quotes

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Debi Newberry
Martin Blank
Mr. Grocer
Others


[Part of a weekly therapy session.]
Martin Blank: So what do we do now? Do we talk about dreams, or what's next? What's the score here?
Dr. Oatman: You want to talk about dreams, we can talk about dreams. It's your nickel.
Martin: I had another one about Debi.
Dr. Oatman: That girl you're obsessed with?
Martin: Don't you think "obsessed" is a strong word?
Dr. Oatman: Ah, recurring dreams of pain and loss for ten years featuring the same person? Yeah, maybe it's... a bit obsessive.
Martin: I had one where I was that television mechanical rabbit. You know, with the, the... [mimes clashing cymbals]
Dr. Oatman: The battery bunny.
Martin: Yeah, I was the bunny.
Dr. Oatman: That sounds like a very, very depressed dream.
Martin: Really?
Dr. Oatman: Yes.
Martin: Why?
Dr. Oatman: Martin, it's a terrible dream! It's a depressing dream to dream about that rabbit. It's got no brain, it's got no blood, it's got no anima! It just keeps banging on those meaningless cymbals, and going and going!


"When I left, I joined the army, and when I took the service exam my psych profile fit a certain... moral flexibility would be the only way to describe it... and I was loaned out to a CIA-sponsored program, and we sort of found each other. That's how it works."

"I didn't get into this business to have any relationships! I don't want to join your goddamn union. Loner, lone gunman -- get it? That's the whole point!"

"I guess you could say I went west. You know -- the way of Horatio Alger, Davy Crockett, the Donner Party..."

Mr. Newberry: Did I have you figured wrong?
Marty: I don't know -- I mean, I hope so.
Mr. Newberry: I visualised you in a haze as one of those slackster, flannel-wearing, coffee-house misanthropes I've been seeing in Newsweek.
Marty: No-no-no, I went the other road. Six figures, doing business with lead-pipe cruelty, mercenery sensibility. You know... sport sex, no real relationships. How about you -- how have the years been treating you?
Mr. Newberry: Well, you know me Martin -- still the same old sell-out, exploiting the oppressed...
Marty: Sure.
Mr. Newberry: Ah what a piece of work is man, how noble... oh **** it, let's have a drink and forget the whole damn thing.

"I just honestly don't know what I have in common with those people anymore... or with anyone, really. I mean, they'll all have husbands and wives and children and houses and dogs, and, you know, they'll have made themselves a part of something, and they can talk about what they do. And what am I going to say? 'I killed the president of Paraguay with a fork. How have you been?' I just think it'll be depressing."

"Hey, hey -- bing bing bing bing bang! POPCORN!"

Debi: You know what you need?
Marty: What?
Debi: Shakabuku.
Marty: You wanna tell me what that means?
Debi: It's a swift, spiritual kick to the head that alters your reality forever.
Marty: Oh, that'd be good. I think.

"Everybody's doing it, it's like the natural order. States do it -- sometimes there's due process, and sometimes pilots carpet-bomb cities! Riot cops shoot demonstrators -- that's indiscriminate! I don't do that!

"Everybody's coming back to take stock of their lives. You know what I say? Leave your livestock alone."

"A psychopath kills for no reason. I kill for money, it's a job... that didn't come out right."

Martin: Whole grain pancakes and an egg-white omelette, please.
Waitress: What would you like in your omelette?
Martin: Nothing in the omelette. Nothing at all.
Waitress: Well, that's not technically an omelette.
Martin: Well, I don't want to get into a semantic argument about it, I just want the protein, all right?

"I'm gonna put a bullet in your forehead and then **** the brain-hole!"

"Here's the new stuff, kid: Durazac-15. It makes Prozac feel like a decaf latte. You want a couple? I've got jars."

"I know what I do isn't... moral, per se..."