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Rigg: [Discovering Troy's remains in a classroom] Oh, my god. Someone call Kerry.

Kerry: [Last words/Discovering Amanda built the trap she's in, making it inescapeable] You.

Eric: [After Amanda walks away from him, after they fought] You're not Jigsaw! You're not Jigsaw, bitch!!

[First lines; from the end of Saw II]
Amanda: Game over.
Eric Matthews: I'LL ****ING KILL YOU! YOU ****ING BITCH!!! YOU ****ING BITCH!!! I'LL ****ING KILL YOU!! NO! NO!!

Rigg: [About Troy's trap] What I don't understand is how the hell Jigsaw could have done all this. He was damn near on his deathbed last time we saw him.
Kerry: I'm not so sure he did. So far, this doesn't fit his pattern.
Hoffman: Meaning?
Kerry: Well, how did you get in here?
Rigg: We cut the door down.
Kerry: Why?
Hoffman: Because somebody heard an explosion and called us.
Kerry: I mean, why did you have to cut the door down?
Rigg: It was welded shut. Bloody truck couldn't get through there.
Kerry: Exactly.
Rigg: I don't follow.
Kerry: If the aim of Jigsaw's game was to escape the room before the bomb went off, then why was the door welded shut? Guy couldn't get out even if he wanted to.

[Dr. Lynn Denlon is wheeled into a room and meets a cancer-ridden Jigsaw]
Lynn Denlon: Who are you? Who are you?!
John: Hello, Dr. Denlon. You may not remember me, but I most certainly remember you. I was a guest... at your hospital once.
Lynn Denlon: Where am I?
John: Do you remember me?
[Amanda tosses some files on Lynn, with notable names John Kramer and Lawrence Gordon]
Lynn Denlon: I've seen you on television. Lawrence Gordon was your doctor.
John: I was his patient and he was mine. As you can see from that report, my prognosis isn't good. Would you agree?
[Several words appear on the file, notably Frontal lobe tumor and INOPERABLE]
Lynn Denlon: There's no preventative treatment for what you have.
John: I remember you saying that to me once before in almost the exact same tone. Leave it to a doctor to find such a cold, clinical way of saying I'm dead man walking. Looking at me, how long would you say I have left?
Lynn Denlon: I'd have to examine you. Even then, a frontal lobe tumor is unpredictable. The growth depends on the rate of mytosis versus apostitis.
John: I'm sorry, but is all this crude medical equipment around me causing you to believe that you're still inside a hospital?
Lynn Denlon: No...
John: Then why are you speaking to me in that graduate-school medical jargon? [Lynn doesn't answer, not even looking at him] LOOK AT ME!!!! [Sits up; Lynn is paying attention] Now you look at me. I asked you a simple question: how long do you think I have left?
Lynn Denlon: It's not a simple answer. Based on your file, I'd say... not long.
[John lays down in his bed]
John: Death is a surprise party. Unless, of course, you're already dead on the inside. [Referring to Lynn] Unless you're the type of person who swallows antidepressants to hide the pain? Turns their backs on their husband, neglects their child, who has every possible advantage in life but chooses not to advance.

Lynn Denlon: What do you want from me?
John: What do I want? I want to play a game. The rules of the game are simple. The consequences for breaking them are great: death. You are being tested. Your will is being tested--your will to keep someone alive. Can you do that? Can you follow the rules and grant someone the gift of life?
Lynn Denlon: What is this?!
[Amanda places a large collar onto Lynn's shoulders]
John: The device you are wearing is hooked to my heart rate monitor. The second that heart rate monitor flatlines, or you move out of range, an explosion will go off in that collar. Your life and my life will end simultaneously.
Lynn Denlon: Please. Please don't do this to me. I have a family. I have a family.
Amanda: Let me give you the simple version: you will keep him alive, whatever it takes. No excuses, no equivocations... no crying.
Lynn Denlon: What do you mean, "Keep him alive?"
Amanda: Out there, on those screens, we have another test subject. A man. He will face a series of tests. [Arms one of the collar shells, then another] You will keep John alive until he makes it through. [Arms the third shell] If he completes all of his tests and John is still breathing... [Arms the fourth shell] then I will remove your collar... [Arms the final shell] and you're free to go.
John: You're a vital piece of my puzzle, Dr. Denlon. A critical part of what could be my final test. Amanda, it's time to start our game.

Amanda: So?
Lynn Denlon: My twenty second analysis without any medical equipment is that his brain is herniating.
Amanda: [sarcastically] Oh.
Lynn Denlon: He needs to go to the hospital and have an operation to decompress his brain.
Amanda: Come here. No, really, come here. [Lynn backs away] Come here.
Lynn Denlon: No.
Amanda: Let me ask you something.[Grabs Lynn] Did I bring John to you, or did I bring your self-centered ass to him? Now you better start ****ing paying attention. No one's going to any hospital.
Lynn Denlon: I can't perform miracles. You're giving him pain killers. For a tumor like this, he needs steroids, prednisones.
Amanda: [sarcastically] Oh, good, yeah. Maybe we could try some corticosteroids. You know, like DEXAMETHASONE!! Why don't you ****in' tell me something I don't know, you stupid ****!
Lynn Denlon: The only place that he can get those drugs is in a hospital. Or else he's gonna die.
Amanda: You are not a good listener. I think you missed the part that if he dies, you die.
Lynn: You're asking me to do the impossible.
Amanda: I'm not asking you. He is. He chose you. [Brutally shakes a table to get Lynn's attention] Not me.
John: Amanda. Our doctor can't do what's being asked of her if you're threatening her. The rules of our game have been made very clear. You need to abide by those rules.
Amanda: Sorry.

[After John has a nearly fatal seizure after the above dialogue]
Lynn: Was that enough for you? Are you ready to go to a hospital now? He needs to have an operation.
Amanda: Okay.
Lynn: Okay.
Amanda: But we do it here. We do it here.
Lynn: What?
Amanda: What do you need?
Lynn: I need anesthetic for a procedure like this.
Amanda: Anesthetic. What else?
Lynn: Even with an anesthetic--
Amanda: Anesthetic! What else?
Lynn: A power drill.

Danica Scott: I didn't do anything. I DIDN'T DO ANTHING TO YOU!
Jeff: That's exactly it! You didn't do anything!
Danica Scott: I'm ****ing dying.
Jeff: He died! In my arms. My eight year-old son died... in my arms.

[Jeff finds Judge Halden in a silo being covered by dead pig guts]
Halden: I'm a criminal court judge, for Christ's sake! You can't do this to me!
Jeff: You don't remember me? Well, maybe you remember, Timothy Young? [The Judge is covered in more pig guts] He was the driver who killed my son. You gave him six months!
Halden: Okay, all right. We can talk about your case. Obviously, you want answers. I can't give them to you like this! [Is covered in more pig guts]
Jeff: SIX MONTHS! People get more for ****ing parking tickets!
Halden: Okay, I can see you're in great deal of pain. But[1] there are ways we can have his sentence extended. I can help you!
Jeff: TOO LATE! They let him go!
Halden: Don't become what he is! Don't become a killer. Please... [Extends his hand out to Jeff] I have a son, too.

Lynn Denlon: Amanda, if you really care about John, you won't let me do this to him. You're a smart woman. You know what's right for him.
Amanda: I'm sorry. I know it's hard to concentrate when you're surrounded by so many things you could kill me with. Like this axe I saw you looking at. [Picks up an axe] Take it. Please, it's yours. [Hands it to Lynn and turns around] I'd go for the neck but I'm not the brain surgeon. Just do it quietly so John doesn't hear me die otherwise he likely to get upset, rip off his heart rate monitor--[Whispers] boom! Then you just have to find the sensor and disarm it so you can walk more than 30 feet out that door without the collar detonating. Or, you can try and take it off yourself. That could be tricky. Slightest knock in the wrong place could trigger it. I should know. [Turns around] I built it. [Grabs the axe] So do you have everything you need?
Lynn Denlon: I have the tools to cut someone open. I don't have the tools to save a life.
Amanda: [Looks down at the jaw trap from the first movie on the floor] You'd be surprised at what tools can save a life.

[Whilst Lynn is operating on John's brain]
Lynn: John, how are you doing?
John: Never better.

[Jeff and Halden find Timothy on a crucifix-like device; Jeff plays a tape that Timothy is wearing]
Tape: Hello, Jeff. If you are listening to this, then that means the confrontation you have so long dreamed of is finally unfolding.
Timothy Young: Do something!
Tape: In your head, he is a cipher, a symbol of your life changing--a symbol of death. I present him to you now as a simple human being. His name is Timothy Young. He's 27 years old, a medical student with a mother and a father, just like you. A man whose life also changed the day your son died.
[Brief flashback of Jeff's sons' death]
Tape: That day, he made a terrible mistake. You believed he didn't pay for that mistake and now is your chance to make him pay. The device Timothy is strapped to is my personal favorite. I call it The Rack. [Timothy screams] The human body is a miraculous creation. Ever wonder how far the arm can twist? [Jeff gives an interested look] This device is going to start twisting. There is a chance he might live, though, with your help.
Timothy: Please...
Tape: To your right is a box.
Timothy: Why?
Tape: At the back of the box is a key. It's tied to the trigger of a shotgun. The question you have to ask yourself is this: Are you willing...
Timothy: Have mercy!
Tape: ... to take a bullet for the man who killed your son? Does "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" apply here, Jeff? Make your choice.

[Halden is trying to save Timothy while Jeff watches]
Halden: Jeff, just standing there, you're an accomplice to murder. Are you a murderer?
Jeff: I wanted to kill him every day. For three years, I've wanted to kill you. You know what? Maybe I am.
Halden: What about your family? Your wife, your daughter?

John: Don't you think it'd be wise to engage me in conversation for your own sake? I asked you to tell me about your husband.
Lynn: It's like... we're strangers, now. Last time I saw him, we were so disconnected. But now, I'd give anything in the world to see my husband.
John: Matrimony's always fascinated me. Husbands barely able to look at their wives. Wives on their backs in hotel rooms with perfect strangers. People who bear children, only to neglect them. Till death do us part, indeed.
Lynn: I don't know what think you know, but my marrige has survived more suffering than someone like you could ever grasp.
John: Suffering? You haven't seen anything yet. Someone like me? Who am I?
Lynn: A monster. A murderer.
John: I don't condone murder and I despise murderers.

[After a brutal fight in a deleted scene]
Lynn: I'm gonna ****ing KILL YOU!!
Amanda: Kill me and you'll never get the key to that ****ing collar.
[Lynn takes the key off of Amanda's necklace and places it into the collar, only to find it doesn't fit]
Lynn: ****! ****!!
[Lynn leaves; Amanda gives her a smug look [2]]

John: If you make it through this, Lynn, you'll thank me one day just as Amanda did.
Lynn: Please. Let me go. I saved your life.
John: Maybe my life isn't the one you were saving after all.
[Amanda opens a letter, making her extremely distraught.]
John: [Pouring wax on a tape [3] ] Tell me about your daughter. I understand she's quite a little athlete. Or we could talk about your son.
Lynn: What did you say?
John: Why are you living with the dead when you have such a beautiful family? A husband who's endured alone. A daughter who needs a mother. Patients who need a competent physician who looks them in the eye and treats them like human beings.
Amanda: He's completed the third test.
John: Congratulations, Lynn. You're free to go.
Amanda: Yeah, but he's not all the way out.
John: Undo her collar, Amanda, and let her go.
Amanda: No, he's not finished. He's not all the way.
John: Amanda, Lynn is more important than you know. Unlock her collar and let her go.
Amanda: I said no. [Prepares her pistol]
John: Amanda, there are rules--
Amanda: I said no! She doesn't deserve to go free.
Lynn: You promised.
Amanda: I didn't promise you shit.
John: Amanda, even with that gun, it is Lynn who holds your life in her hands.
Amanda: **** you. You gave her control over me?! **** you!
Lynn: I won't tell anyone. I promise I won't.
Amanda: Shut up.
Lynn: Please, I have a family.
Amanda: Shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up! And stop ****ing moving around!
John: And what about the other test subjects that we left alive?
[Flashback]
Amanda: Game over.
Eric Matthews: I'LL ****ING KILL YOU!
[Back to normal time]
Amanda: What about them?
John: Is that how you felt about them? Is that how you felt about Eric Matthews?
Amanda: Eric Matthews?
John: Mmm-hmm.
Amanda: I'll tell you how I felt about Eric Matthews. Eric Matthews learned nothing from your test. He was the same person he was when he arrested me. He framed me... when he took me down. [4]

Amanda: That's right. I'm a murderer. He took my life away from me so I just returned the ****ing favor.
John: No, Amanda. That's what you thought. But I know different. You left him for dead, didn't you?
Amanda: [Whispers] Stop ****ing with me.
John: But I cleaned up your mistakes. I forgave you for them.
Amanda: What you do is no different than murder. You torture people. You watch them die. But now your begging me not to kill this worthless bitch on the grounds of some game?
John: You're walking us toward a precipice, Amanda. Step back.
Amanda: It's bullshit. Nobody changes. It's all a lie.
John: If you fail in this, we all fail. Succeed, and we all succeed.
Amanda: [Half crying] It's a lie. [Regains composure] I'll tell you. She hasn't changed because nobody ****ing changes. Nobody is reborn. It's all bullshit. It's all a ****ing lie! And I am just a pawn in your stupid games. I don't mean anything to you.
John: Oh, you mean everything to me.
Amanda: [Half crying again] **** you!
John: Our fates are linked. I've tried to help you, Amanda.
Amanda: So help me. Fix me. Fix me, you mother****er! I'm standing right here. Why is she so important to you?
John: She's not important to me. She's important to you.
Amanda: She's not important to me.
John: I beg you to reconsider that. This is your last chance, Amanda.
Amanda: She's nothing.
John: Your time's running out. Now you think about what you are doing. Think about everything that you've done. You think about what you promised me. Think about our dreams. You think about tomorrow.
[Jeff stands just outside the room]
Jeff: Lynn?
Lynn Denlon: Jeff!
[Amanda shoots Lynn as she falls in Jeff's arms]
Lynn: Jeff.
John: [To Amanda] You just destroyed four lives. You just murdered Jeff's wife.
[Jeff shoots Amanda in the neck]

[Amanda has just died]
John: [Remorsefully] Game over. [Turns and sees Jeff pointing a gun at him; scoffs] You haven't learned anything tonight, have you? Your rage and your vengeance will only hurt the ones you love. Killing me will only add to your misery. It will not bring back your son. Think of your daughter, Jeff. She needs you, now more than ever. You can't kill me, Jeff.
[Jeff laughs and pulls the trigger; nothing happens]
John: Your wife's dying, Jeff. Her time's running out. [Jeff walks over to the barely alive Lynn] Jeff, do not miscalculate. Your fate is in my hands. Your wife's fate is in my hands.
Jeff: [Quietly, to Lynn] I love you.
Lynn: [To Jeff] I love you.
Jeff: I'm taking you home, okay?
John: Though you may not see any threat, there are threats all around you. Jeff, if you try to move your wife, she will die. I can have an ambulance here in four minutes. Would you like to take your wife out of here tonight? Would you like to take her to safety?
Lynn: Stay.
John: Stand and face me, Jeff.
Lynn: Stay with me.
John: Right now. Would you like to get your life back? Would you, Jeff? I can make that happen. Which is it, Jeff? Come on. Yes or no?
Jeff: Yes. What do you want?
John: One final test. The rules are simple. Over on that table is a host of vicious implements... which you can use to exact your pound of flesh, to take your vengeance, to indulge your obsession. Or... you can choose to put your vengeance aside and you can forgive. You can forgive me for the pain that I've caused you and your wife tonight. Which is it going to be, Jeff?
Lynn: Jeff.
John: It's up to you.
Lynn: I need you.
John: Live or die, Jeff... make our choice.
[A long, tense moment passes by]
Jeff: I forgive you. [Walks away]
Lynn: [Weakly] Jeff. Jeff.
[Jeff appears with a power saw]
Lynn: Jeff!
John: Yeah...
[Jeff prepares to kill John]
Lynn: Jeff, no...
[Jeff slits John's throat]
Jeff: [Sarcastically] I forgive you.

[Lynn's shotgun collar activates; John plays a tape]
Tape: Hello, Jeff. I made this tape as an, insurance policy, if you will.
Lynn: Jeff!
[Jeff drops the power saw]
Tape: And, if you're listening to it, then, it's time to collect. I was your final test... of forgiveness and if you're listening to this, then you failed. Now you must pay the price. The price for living for nothing but vengeance. Now I will give you something to live for. I told you that you couldn't kill me, Jeff, but I didn't tell you why. And the answer is simple: I am the person responsible for the loss of your child. I am the only person who knows where your daughter is. She only has a limited supply of air, Jeff...
Jeff: [Screaming] No!!
Tape: ...and if you want to get her back, you'll have to play a game.
[John dies]
Jeff: No!
Lynn: Jeff.
[Jeff turns just as Lynn's shotgun collar detonates, blowing her head away]
Jeff: NO!! NO!!!!

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