Signs quotes

View Quote 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.

View Quote [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.

View Quote [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.

View Quote 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.

View Quote 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.

View Quote [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... bas****. 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.

View Quote 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.

View Quote 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.

View Quote [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.

View Quote 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.

View Quote [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?

View Quote [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.

View Quote [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.

View Quote [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.

View Quote [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.