Signs

Signs quotes

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Graham
Merrill


Graham: People break down into two groups when they experience something lucky. Group number one sees it as more than luck, more than coincidence. They see it as a sign, evidence, that there is someone up there, watching out for them. Group number two sees it as just pure luck. A happy turn of chance. I'm sure the people in group number two are looking at those fourteen lights in a very suspicious way. For them, this situation is a fifty-fifty. Could be bad, could be good. But deep down, they feel that whatever happens, they're on their own. And that... fills them with fear. Yeah, there are those people. But there's a whole lot of people in the group number one. When they see those fourteen lights, they're looking at a miracle. And deep down, they feel that, whatever's going to happen, there'll be someone there to help them. And that fills them with hope. See, what you have to ask yourself is what kind of person are you? Are you the kind that sees signs, sees miracles? Or do you believe that people just get lucky? Or, look at the question this way. Is it possible that there are no coincidences?
Merrill: I was at this party once... and I'm on the couch with Randa McKinney. She was just sitting there, looking beautiful, staring at me. I go to lean in and kiss her, and I realize I have gum in my mouth. So I turn, take out the gum, stuff it in a paper cup next to the sofa, and turn around. Randa McKinney throws up all over herself. I knew the second it happened, it was a miracle. I could have been kissing her when she threw up. That would have scarred me for life. I may never have recovered. I'm a miracle man. Those lights are a miracle.
Graham: There you go.
Merrill: So which type are you?
Graham: Do you feel comforted?
Merrill: Yeah, I do.
Graham: Then what does it matter?
[Long pause]
Graham: I never told you the last words that Colleen said before they let her die. She said "see". Then her eyes glazed a bit, and then she said "swing away". You know why she said that? Because the nerve endings in her brain were firing as she died, and some random memory of us at one of your baseball games just popped into her head. [pause] There is no one watching out for us, Merrill. We are all on our own.


You're wasting your time here! I'm not going to report this or anything you do to my crops. To the news or TV, or anybody. You're not going to get famous!

Everybody in this house needs to calm down, eat some fruit or something.

[The family is watching a news report about strange hovering lights in the sky] The nerds were right. It's like War of the Worlds.

[The TV news plays a Brazilian video, purporting to have a sighting, in which a bunch of Brazillian children excitedly block the view] Move, children! Vamanos! (the corpse like alien passes through a hedge gape a few feet away from the camera) Oh!!

They found the bird. It's head was crushed in.

[Deleted scene: Merrill stands on a chair, struggling to hold the attic door shut from underneath as an alien tries to enter] This is a very temporary solution!

[Graham and Merrill hear screams and run into the cornfield, where they find Bo standing alone quietly]
Graham: Bo, where's Morgan? Bo?
Bo: Are you in my dream, too?
Graham: This is not a dream.
[Graham finds Morgan]
Graham: Morgan, are you hurt?
Morgan: I think God did it.
Graham: Did what? (Morgan turns his father's head to see their two dogs running around wildly in the center of an enormous crop circle)

[Graham finds police officer Caroline Paski in his hallway]
Graham: Oh. That was quick, Caroline. I only called you folks two hours ago.
Caroline: Old Mrs. Kendleman. Twisted her ankle, as she puts it. Diving for her life when a bunch of school kids rode down the sidewalk on skateboards. She went down to Thornton's store this morning, and started spittin' on the new skateboards. Spitting! By the time I got there, Mrs. Kendlemen had sprayed the whole damn place. And she must have had a cold, as I'm telling you, I won't eat for a week. [sighs] So, what happened to your crops?

[Sitting next to their dog Houdini, Bo samples a glass of water]
Bo: It's contaminated.
Morgan: You don't even know what that word means. (Morgan tastes it) It's not contaminated. It's just tap water, pour it in his bowl.
Bo: It tastes funny.
Morgan: It does not. Besides, he licks his butt every day. I don't think he'll mind.

[Caroline and Graham examine the crop circle]
Caroline: Now, what kind of a machine can bend a stalk of corn without breaking it?
Graham: It can't be by hand, it's too perfect.
Caroline: Doesn't sound much like Lionel Prichard and the Wolfington brothers. They can't take a piss without wettin' the front of their pants.

Caroline: Some animals around the county have been acting funny. Some of them violent.
Graham: Is it a virus?
Caroline: I don't think so, Father. They were more edgy, more alert. It's almost as if they smell a predator around. Peeing on themselves and everything.
[Graham stands and slowly walks away, lost in thought]
Graham: Caroline. Please stop calling me Father.
Caroline: What's wrong?
Graham: I don't hear my children.

[At night, Graham wakes to find little Bo staring at him]
Graham: What's the matter?
Bo: There's a monster outside my room. Can I have a glass of water?
Graham: What's wrong with the water next to your bed?
Bo: It tastes old.

[Graham is putting Bo back to bed]
Graham: What are you thinking about?
Bo: Why do you talk to Mom when you're by yourself?
Graham: Makes me feel better.
Bo: Does she ever answer back?
Graham: [long pause] No.
Bo: She never answers me either.
[Graham spots a tall, humanoid creature on the roof, then wakes his brother, Merrill]
Graham: Lionel Prichard and the Wolfington brothers are back.
Merrill: It's time for an ass-whooping.
Graham: This is not an intelligent way to approach this. Lee is a friend of mine. This is his son.
Merrill: Yeah, we'll be doing Lee a favor. Alright, listen. We both go outside, move around the house in opposite directions. We act crazy, insane with anger, make them crap their pants, force them around until we meet up on the other side.
Graham: Explain act crazy.
Merrill: You know, cursing and stuff.
Graham: You want me to curse?
Merrill: You don't mean it. It's just for show.
Graham: It won't be convincing. It doesn't sound natural when I curse.
Merrill: Just make noises then.
Graham: Explain noises.
Merrill: Are you gonna do this or not?
Graham: No, I'm not!
Merrill: Alright, you want them stealing something from the house next time?
[A light comes on in the yard]
Merrill: On the count of three. One, two... three!
[They run burst through the door. Merrill runs to the right. Graham moves right, then remembers the plan and runs off to the left]
Graham: Ahhh! I'm insane with anger!
Merrill: We're gonna beat your ass, bitch!
[Another light comes on as two trash cans rolls around the corner of the house]
Merrill: We're gonna tear your head off!
Graham: I'm losing my mind! It's time for an ass-whooping!
[Merrill and Graham finally meet back in at the front of the house, vainly searching for the intruder]
Graham: I cursed.
Merrill: I heard.
[They hear noises on the roof]
Merrill: How did he get up there...
[Merrill walks around the yard, looking at the roof from different angles]
Merrill: Are you sure this is Lionel Prichard?

[While Bo watches Dexter's Laboratory on TV, Graham gestures to a bunch of water glasses on the set]
Graham: You're too old to still be doing this. You take a glass of water and you finish it. Now, what's wrong with this one?
Bo: It has dust in it.
Graham: This one?
Bo: A hair.
Graham: This one?
Bo: Morgan took a sip and it has his amoebas in it.