Signs quotes

43 total quotes (ID: 537)


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.

Graham: I heard a theory that... they don't like places near water. Maybe we'd be safer near a lake or something.
Morgan: Sounds made-up.
[Graham stands and walks over to the foil-capped trio]
Graham: I saw one of them at Ray Reddy's house. I can't be sure, but I got the distinct feeling it wanted to harm me. So, we can choose to believe this lake idea, pack up and go. Or we can stay here, hide inside our home, wait it out. I might be overreacting, but I'm willing to live with that. Either way, at least we'll be together. All those in favor of the lake idea, raise your hand.
[Bo raises her hand, then Graham follows suit]
Graham: All those in favor of home, raise your hand.
[Morgan and Merrill raise their hands]
Graham: Okay. My vote counts as two.
Morgan: That's bullshit! You're cheating!
Graham: Morgan, calm down. I get two votes because I represent two parents here.
Morgan: We don't know anything yet. We'll be safe here anyway. [calmly] I don't wanna leave home. This is where we lived with Mom.
Graham: That's got nothing to do with this.
Bo: I change my vote.
Graham: You can't change your vote.
Morgan: All those in favor of home, raise your hand.
[Everyone but Graham raises their hand.]
Graham: This is ridiculous.
Morgan: You lose. Three to two.
[Graham sits with them]
Graham: We're going to board up every window in this house.
Merrill: How do we know boards will do anything?
Graham: Because they seem to have trouble with pantry doors.

[Merrill stops by an Army recruitment center]
SFC Cunningham: You didn't used to play baseball, did you? Shit, I know you, you're Merrill Hess! I was there the day you hit that 500 footer over the left field wall! Set the record! Man, that thing had a motor on it! It's still the record, right?
Merrill: Got the bat at home, on the wall.
SFC Cunningham: You got two minor league home-run records, don't ya?
Merrill: Five.
SFC Cunningham: Why aren't you in the pros making stacks of cash and getting your toes licked by beautiful women?
Lionel Prichard: 'Cause he has another record most people don't know about. He has the minor league strikeout record.
[Merrill turns to see Prichard in the corner of the office]
Merrill: Hello, Lionel.
Lionel Prichard: Merrill's a class-A screw-up. He just swing that bat as hard as he could every time. Didn't matter what the coaches said, didn't matter who was on base. He'd just whip that bat through the air as hard as he could. Looked like a lumberjack chopping down a tree. Merrill here has more strikeouts than any two players.
SFC Cunningham: You really got the strikeout record?
Merrill: Felt wrong not to swing.

[Caroline has mentioned a Nordic-looking female stranger as a possible suspect. The Hess family is skeptical]
Caroline: And my point is, we don't know anything about the person you saw, and we should just keep all possibilities available.
[Bo enters the kitchen]
Bo: Dad, where's the remote?
Graham: I don't know, baby. Why don't you check under the sofa cushions?
Merrill: Excluding the possibility that a female Scandinavian Olympian was running around outside our house last night, what else might be a possibility?
Caroline: I'm not done asking questions, and I don't appreciate sarcasm.

[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.

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.

Graham: Who wrote this book?
Morgan: A scientist who had been persecuted for their beliefs.
Graham: That means they're unemployed.
Morgan: If you're gonna make fun of it, then forget it.
Bo: This is serious.
Graham: I don't know what got into me.
Morgan: There are pictures. Dr. Bimbu, the author of the book--
Graham: Bimbu?
Morgan: Dad!
Graham: I just asked his name.
Morgan: You had a tone.

Merrill: You didn't think we'd make it through the night, did you? Listen. There's things I can take, and a couple things I can't. One of them I can't take is when my older brother, who's everything that I want to be, starts losing faith in things. I saw your eyes last night. I don't wanna ever see your eyes like that again, okay? I'm serious.
Graham: Okay.

[At the pharmacy, Graham reluctantly listens to Tracy Abernathy's conscience-clearing]
Tracy: I cursed 37 times last week. I said the f word a couple of times, but mostly... shits, and... bastards. Is douche bag a curse?
Graham: I suppose that would depend on its usage.
Tracy: How about, "John, you're a douche bag for kissing Barbara"?
Graham: It's a curse.
Tracy: Then it's not 37, it's 71.

[As the creature threatens to poison Morgan, Graham spies the baseball bat on the wall near Merrill]
Graham: Swing away, Merrill.
[Merrill continues staring at the creature and Morgan]
Graham: Merrill. Swing away.

[At the bookstore, while Morgan reads, Bo sips a glass of water]
Bo: It's contaminated.
Mrs. Nathan: Carl, there's something wrong with our water!
Morgan: Your water's fine. Bo has this thing about her drinking water. She had it her whole life. It's like a tic people have, except it's not a tic.
[Mrs. Nathan looks down at Bo, who's clearly not happy with her brother's explanation]
Mrs. Nathan: Is that right?
[We hear someone pound a fist]
Mr. Nathan: Thirteen!

[Caroline is attempting to derive a description of the suspect from Merrill and Grant]
Caroline: Okay. So far, I have "it was very dark."
Grant: Yes, it was.
Caroline: You didn't see him at all? I don't know whether to look for a giant or a midget.
Merrill: No, he definitely wasn't a midget.
Caroline: Okay, so he was tall?
Grant: Yeah.
Caroline: Over six feet?
Merrill: It was very dark.
Grant: Yes, it was.

Merrill: I'll make some sandwiches.
Bo: I want spaghetti.
Merrill: We should eat fast, Bo.
Graham: Spaghetti sounds great. What do you want, Morgan?
Morgan: Anything? French toast... and mashed potatoes.
Graham: Now we're talking. How about you, Merrill?
Merrill: Chicken teriyaki.
Graham: Good choice. I'm going to have a cheeseburger with bacon. [smiles] Extra bacon.

[In a flashback, Graham recalls Colleen's curious last words]
Colleen: Tell Morgan... to play games. It's okay to be silly.
Graham: I will.
Colleen: Tell Bo... to listen to her brother, who'll always take care of her.
Graham: I will.
Colleen: And tell Graham...
Graham: I'm here.
Colleen: Tell him to see. Tell him to see. And tell Merrill to swing away.

[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.