Marisa Tomei movie quotes
31 quotes from 6 movies
My Cousin Vinny (1992) as Lisa
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Lisa: I want a wedding in church with bride's maids and flowers.
Vinny: Whoa. How many times did you say that spontaneous is romantic?
Lisa: Hey, a burp is spontaneous. A burp is not romantic.
Vinny: Whoa. How many times did you say that spontaneous is romantic?
Lisa: Hey, a burp is spontaneous. A burp is not romantic.
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Lisa: How's your Chinese food?
Vinny: You just keep asking about Chinese food. You gotta let everybody know you're a tourist?
Lisa: Yeah well what are you, a **** world traveler?
Vinny: You just keep asking about Chinese food. You gotta let everybody know you're a tourist?
Lisa: Yeah well what are you, a **** world traveler?
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Vinny: What are you wearing?
Mona Lisa: What?
Vinny: You look like a ****in' tourist.
Mona Lisa: Me? What about you?
Vinny: I fit in better than you. At least I'm wearin' cowboy boots.
Mona Lisa: Oh yeah, you blend.
Mona Lisa: What?
Vinny: You look like a ****in' tourist.
Mona Lisa: Me? What about you?
Vinny: I fit in better than you. At least I'm wearin' cowboy boots.
Mona Lisa: Oh yeah, you blend.
The First Purge (2018) as Dr. Updale
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Dr. Updale: Please don't tell me you're sending mercenaries into the island disguised as purgers?
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Reporter #2: So, we are here with Arlo Sabian. He is the chief of staff for the NFFA. He got this whole thing pushed through Congress. Well, you got protests all over the place now.
Arlo Sabian: Please. The idea of the Purge was analyzed for years. We allowed Island citizens to vote on participation. They voted yes.
Reporter #2: Yeah, and you know why? Because a lot of those people felt coerced by the fact they don't have money, and you're offering money. So what do you say to the lower-income people who are out here risking their lives tonight?
Arlo Sabian: Well, Van, as with any scientific trial, those who participate receive payment.
Reporter #2: Yeah. I'm gonna turn to you, Dr. Updale. You are the behavioral scientist who actually came up with this whole experiment. A lot of people have a lot of concerns about this, and one concern comes up over and over again. I want the truth from you. Is the Purge a political device?
Dr. Updale: I do not work for the NFFA. I did not conceive of the experiment for them. The NFFA had the courage to test it, but the conceit is not a political one. It is a psychological one. The benefit of acting violently without worry of consequence, that's a freeing violence.
Reporter #2: "A freeing violence." Okay, that's a... that's a new one on me. I have a question for you. What is your definition of success?
Arlo Sabian: Well, the level of participation in certain areas is key. Uh, the Park Hill Towers, for example, are the center of this community. If there's considerable participation there, I think that'll be a strong indication that this night is a great success.
Reporter #2: Well, we'll see.
Arlo Sabian: Please. The idea of the Purge was analyzed for years. We allowed Island citizens to vote on participation. They voted yes.
Reporter #2: Yeah, and you know why? Because a lot of those people felt coerced by the fact they don't have money, and you're offering money. So what do you say to the lower-income people who are out here risking their lives tonight?
Arlo Sabian: Well, Van, as with any scientific trial, those who participate receive payment.
Reporter #2: Yeah. I'm gonna turn to you, Dr. Updale. You are the behavioral scientist who actually came up with this whole experiment. A lot of people have a lot of concerns about this, and one concern comes up over and over again. I want the truth from you. Is the Purge a political device?
Dr. Updale: I do not work for the NFFA. I did not conceive of the experiment for them. The NFFA had the courage to test it, but the conceit is not a political one. It is a psychological one. The benefit of acting violently without worry of consequence, that's a freeing violence.
Reporter #2: "A freeing violence." Okay, that's a... that's a new one on me. I have a question for you. What is your definition of success?
Arlo Sabian: Well, the level of participation in certain areas is key. Uh, the Park Hill Towers, for example, are the center of this community. If there's considerable participation there, I think that'll be a strong indication that this night is a great success.
Reporter #2: Well, we'll see.
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Roenick: I tracked those trucks all the way across the island to here. A remote area of abandoned factories. Watch this now. At around midnight, something strange happens.
[playing the footage, Updale sees a string of vehicles emerge]
Roenick: I did a vehicle search on all systems, and every one of these vehicles ended up in Park Hill, Mariners Harbor, and Stapleton.
Dr. Updale: The low-income areas of the island.
Roenick: And they're attacking crowded places, churches, apartment buildings, Purge parties.
Dr. Updale: The gangs know where people are gathering because of the tracking implants.
Roenick: How would gangs know how to monitor the tracking implants?
Dr. Updale: They're not gangs.
[playing the footage, Updale sees a string of vehicles emerge]
Roenick: I did a vehicle search on all systems, and every one of these vehicles ended up in Park Hill, Mariners Harbor, and Stapleton.
Dr. Updale: The low-income areas of the island.
Roenick: And they're attacking crowded places, churches, apartment buildings, Purge parties.
Dr. Updale: The gangs know where people are gathering because of the tracking implants.
Roenick: How would gangs know how to monitor the tracking implants?
Dr. Updale: They're not gangs.
Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) as Aunt May
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(About Norman Osborn) One of the guys you're looking for just showed up.
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(Last words) With great power... Comes great... responsibility.
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Peter 1: This is all my fault, May. I should've just listened to Strange and let him send--
Aunt May: [Dazed from the bomb blast] You did the right thing. They would've been killed. You did the right thing.
Peter 1: It's not my responsibility, May.
May: Oh. [References his chat with Osborn at the FEAST shelter] What Norman said? My moral mission. No. No, no, Peter, listen. You listen to me. You have a gift. You have power. And with great power…there must also come great responsibility.
Aunt May: [Dazed from the bomb blast] You did the right thing. They would've been killed. You did the right thing.
Peter 1: It's not my responsibility, May.
May: Oh. [References his chat with Osborn at the FEAST shelter] What Norman said? My moral mission. No. No, no, Peter, listen. You listen to me. You have a gift. You have power. And with great power…there must also come great responsibility.
The King of Staten Island (2020) as Margie
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Raymond: And just- just stick to your guns. All right? It'll be fine. [Scott walks into the kitchen]
Margie: Hey! Come on in. Come have breakfast with us. I made pancakes and I made the sausage that you like. An omelette? Come sit.
Raymond: These eggs are spectacular with the onions and the peppers. I love it.
Scott: Did he spend the night?
Margie: Yeah he slept here. In this house. I’m an adult, I can do that.
[Scott and Margie both sit. Ray gestures for her to begin her preposition]
Margie: I need to talk to you about something. I was thinking that it’s time to think about getting your own apartment.
Scott: What? Why would you say that?
Margie: You are so awesome and I think I’ve been there for you too much. Sometimes in life the thing that’s motivating is when people don’t have that safety net.
Scott: Right but I need that safety net because I don’t have my shit together. Why are you doing this? Is this because of him?
Margie: No it’s just you’re twenty-four years old now.
Raymond: Phelps had a fistful of gold medals by twenty-four.
Scott: Why are you talking?
Raymond: I’m just giving you some perspective. Wayne Gretzky had like 96 goals when he was twenty-four. Roger Staubach graduated West Point, won a Heisman Trophy, fought in the Vietnam War and then joined the Cowboys by the time he was twenty-four.
Scott: I don’t know who that is. Who gives a ****?
Margie: I think that maybe you’re ready and you just don’t even know it.
Scott: So you’re kicking me out?
Margie: No I just want you to get your own apartment by summer.
Scottt: Right so you’re kicking me out of the house.
Raymond: It’s nine months from now. You could have a baby in nine months.
Scott: Are you moving in? Are you trying to push me out? What did I do? I though we were cool.
Raymond: Let’s all be adults here. Your mother has worked very hard for a very long time and I’m gonna retire in a couple of years so things are gonna change around here but in a good way. We think you can do great things.
Scott: I know I’m gonna do great things. I don’t need you to tell me that. What’s going on? I don’t like this.
Margie: Be that as it may, until you leave, which is gonna be good for you and it’s gonna be motivating, you’re gonna have to pull your weight a little more around here. And one thing we thought would help you contribute and wouldn’t be hard to do is to help Ray bring his kids back and forth to school when he can’t do it because of work.
Raymond: Like now. Like today.
Scott: You’re joking, right? You want me to take your kid to school? The kid I tattooed?
Raymond: I got two kids. The other’s seven.
Scott: You’re gonna make me babysit your kids? I do drugs!
Raymond: Looks like you’re walking.
Margie: And thank you.
Scott: I’m not cool with any of this, okay? And where do you expect me to live? And with what money? You know I’m a **** bum, right? This is **** up! Seriously. Especially after last night, all that bonding boy bullshit. You’re full of shit, man. You’re a **** liar. I’m gonna go walk your kids.
Margie: Hey! Come on in. Come have breakfast with us. I made pancakes and I made the sausage that you like. An omelette? Come sit.
Raymond: These eggs are spectacular with the onions and the peppers. I love it.
Scott: Did he spend the night?
Margie: Yeah he slept here. In this house. I’m an adult, I can do that.
[Scott and Margie both sit. Ray gestures for her to begin her preposition]
Margie: I need to talk to you about something. I was thinking that it’s time to think about getting your own apartment.
Scott: What? Why would you say that?
Margie: You are so awesome and I think I’ve been there for you too much. Sometimes in life the thing that’s motivating is when people don’t have that safety net.
Scott: Right but I need that safety net because I don’t have my shit together. Why are you doing this? Is this because of him?
Margie: No it’s just you’re twenty-four years old now.
Raymond: Phelps had a fistful of gold medals by twenty-four.
Scott: Why are you talking?
Raymond: I’m just giving you some perspective. Wayne Gretzky had like 96 goals when he was twenty-four. Roger Staubach graduated West Point, won a Heisman Trophy, fought in the Vietnam War and then joined the Cowboys by the time he was twenty-four.
Scott: I don’t know who that is. Who gives a ****?
Margie: I think that maybe you’re ready and you just don’t even know it.
Scott: So you’re kicking me out?
Margie: No I just want you to get your own apartment by summer.
Scottt: Right so you’re kicking me out of the house.
Raymond: It’s nine months from now. You could have a baby in nine months.
Scott: Are you moving in? Are you trying to push me out? What did I do? I though we were cool.
Raymond: Let’s all be adults here. Your mother has worked very hard for a very long time and I’m gonna retire in a couple of years so things are gonna change around here but in a good way. We think you can do great things.
Scott: I know I’m gonna do great things. I don’t need you to tell me that. What’s going on? I don’t like this.
Margie: Be that as it may, until you leave, which is gonna be good for you and it’s gonna be motivating, you’re gonna have to pull your weight a little more around here. And one thing we thought would help you contribute and wouldn’t be hard to do is to help Ray bring his kids back and forth to school when he can’t do it because of work.
Raymond: Like now. Like today.
Scott: You’re joking, right? You want me to take your kid to school? The kid I tattooed?
Raymond: I got two kids. The other’s seven.
Scott: You’re gonna make me babysit your kids? I do drugs!
Raymond: Looks like you’re walking.
Margie: And thank you.
Scott: I’m not cool with any of this, okay? And where do you expect me to live? And with what money? You know I’m a **** bum, right? This is **** up! Seriously. Especially after last night, all that bonding boy bullshit. You’re full of shit, man. You’re a **** liar. I’m gonna go walk your kids.
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[Raymond knocks on Margie's front door and she answers]
Raymond: Hello, my name is Raymond Bishop. This is my son, Harold. Say hello, Harold.
Harold: I’m sorry.
Margie: What’s going on?!
Raymond: It seems your son was down in the woods giving out free tattoos and my son was one of his victims!
Margie: I don’t understand! How do you know it was my son?! How did you get this address?!
Raymond: I have my ways. Believe me, I have my ways.
Margie: You a cop?!
Raymond: No I’m a fireman. I work for a living. [Grabs Harold's right arm and holds it up] Look at this! You believe this?! See that there?! See that line?! I don’t know if you burn these off or what but we’re taking care of this and you’re paying for it, you understand me?!
Margie: Scott! [To Raymond] I’m so sorry. There’s an aesthetic laser at the hospital where I work and it can completely remove it! I get a discount! I’m gonna pay for the whole thing! I don’t know what I’m saying! I feel terrible!
Raymond: You should feel terrible! Look at that!
Scott: [Pokes his head of his room, sees Ray and tries to run away] What’s up? Oh ****!
Raymond: There he is! Get your ass over here!
Scott: Hey, he said he was eighteen!
Raymond: He looks like he’s four you **** moron!
Scott: He consented!
Harold: He’s lying!
Scott: Harold, come on!
Raymond: Of course he’s lying! You can’t have consent! He’s nine years old!
Harold: Dad, let’s go! You’re embarrassing me!
Raymond: We’re not going anywhere! He’s just a little kid! What the **** is wrong with you?!
Scott: He was roaming around in the woods, he wanted a tattoo! Where were you?!
Raymond: I was at **** work!
Scott: **** you!
Raymond: If I was you I would shut your **** mouth because I can call the cops right now and have your ass thrown in jail!
Scott: For what?!
Raymond: For sticking needles in a kid’s arm, you **** dope! Did you even raise him? Did you even raise him?!
Margie: There’s no reason to call the cops! I can handle this and I can also handle disciplining him!
Raymond: Well clearly you can’t or you wouldn’t have a middle-aged son still living at home, tattooing minors against their will.
Harold: I asked him to do it.
Scott: That’s right. That’s my man.
Raymond: Go wait in the car, Harold. And don’t raise your voice at me either.
Scott: Later Harold.
Raymond: Don’t say goodbye to my kid.
[Harold crosses the street to the car]
Raymond: Look both ways! Look both ways!
Harold: I am!
Raymond: Watch your mouth!
Margie: [To Scott] Go to your room!
Scott: For your information I am not middle-aged. I am a twenty-four year old man and I am going to my room because I **** want to! [Scott leaves]
Raymond: What kind of animal are you raising in this house? I’m bringing you the bill, I don’t care what it costs. I mean what the **** is going on around here?
Margie: Just give me a day to arrange the laser!
Raymond: You know something?! Is his father home?! Where’s his dad?! I don’t want to **** yell at you!
Margie: He’s deceased.
Raymond: Well I’m sorry for your loss. I’m sure if he was still around he would agree with the fact that you should still pay for it.
Raymond: Hello, my name is Raymond Bishop. This is my son, Harold. Say hello, Harold.
Harold: I’m sorry.
Margie: What’s going on?!
Raymond: It seems your son was down in the woods giving out free tattoos and my son was one of his victims!
Margie: I don’t understand! How do you know it was my son?! How did you get this address?!
Raymond: I have my ways. Believe me, I have my ways.
Margie: You a cop?!
Raymond: No I’m a fireman. I work for a living. [Grabs Harold's right arm and holds it up] Look at this! You believe this?! See that there?! See that line?! I don’t know if you burn these off or what but we’re taking care of this and you’re paying for it, you understand me?!
Margie: Scott! [To Raymond] I’m so sorry. There’s an aesthetic laser at the hospital where I work and it can completely remove it! I get a discount! I’m gonna pay for the whole thing! I don’t know what I’m saying! I feel terrible!
Raymond: You should feel terrible! Look at that!
Scott: [Pokes his head of his room, sees Ray and tries to run away] What’s up? Oh ****!
Raymond: There he is! Get your ass over here!
Scott: Hey, he said he was eighteen!
Raymond: He looks like he’s four you **** moron!
Scott: He consented!
Harold: He’s lying!
Scott: Harold, come on!
Raymond: Of course he’s lying! You can’t have consent! He’s nine years old!
Harold: Dad, let’s go! You’re embarrassing me!
Raymond: We’re not going anywhere! He’s just a little kid! What the **** is wrong with you?!
Scott: He was roaming around in the woods, he wanted a tattoo! Where were you?!
Raymond: I was at **** work!
Scott: **** you!
Raymond: If I was you I would shut your **** mouth because I can call the cops right now and have your ass thrown in jail!
Scott: For what?!
Raymond: For sticking needles in a kid’s arm, you **** dope! Did you even raise him? Did you even raise him?!
Margie: There’s no reason to call the cops! I can handle this and I can also handle disciplining him!
Raymond: Well clearly you can’t or you wouldn’t have a middle-aged son still living at home, tattooing minors against their will.
Harold: I asked him to do it.
Scott: That’s right. That’s my man.
Raymond: Go wait in the car, Harold. And don’t raise your voice at me either.
Scott: Later Harold.
Raymond: Don’t say goodbye to my kid.
[Harold crosses the street to the car]
Raymond: Look both ways! Look both ways!
Harold: I am!
Raymond: Watch your mouth!
Margie: [To Scott] Go to your room!
Scott: For your information I am not middle-aged. I am a twenty-four year old man and I am going to my room because I **** want to! [Scott leaves]
Raymond: What kind of animal are you raising in this house? I’m bringing you the bill, I don’t care what it costs. I mean what the **** is going on around here?
Margie: Just give me a day to arrange the laser!
Raymond: You know something?! Is his father home?! Where’s his dad?! I don’t want to **** yell at you!
Margie: He’s deceased.
Raymond: Well I’m sorry for your loss. I’m sure if he was still around he would agree with the fact that you should still pay for it.
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Raymond: I knew I smelled you. The ****, Scott?
Scott: What?
Raymond: Huh? What, are you spying on me now? You Magnum, P.I.?
Scott: What?!
Raymond: Telling your mom that I'm homeless? You think it's funny to tell her that I'm a loser?!
Scott: What are you talking... No. What?!
Raymond: What do you mean, what am I talking about?! You've been speak... You talking to my ex-wife?!
Scott: Uh, yeah. She's actually a really nice person.
Raymond: Oh, is she?! Why don't you marry her?!
Scott: Yeah.
Raymond: Why don't you marry her and see what the **** happens?!
Scott: Hey, I'm just trying to protect my mom from you, okay?! You're a **** psychopath!
Raymond: Oh, I'm a psychopath?!
Scott: Yeah.
Raymond: I've been nothing but nice to you! I tried giving you direction. You're too busy smoking your **** weed. And all you've been doing is trying to destroy everything that I have with Margie.
Scott: Because you're a **** loser, dude! You're a, you're a degenerate gambler in your-your mid-50s, who bets on the Jets! Uh, who... Have you not learned anything about betting?!
Raymond: The Jets are gonna come back!
Scott: No, they're not! They got three number one **** picks! They're never gonna come back! They're never gonna come back!
Raymond: I'm trying to give your mother a good life!
Scott: I... No, you're not, okay? You're a piece of shit, dude. You're a **** drug addict!
Raymond: I'm a piece of shit?!
Scott: Yeah, you're a piece of shit!
Raymond: I'm a **** loser?! You're the biggest loser I ever met in my **** life!
Scott: Oh, really? You should know.
Raymond: Yeah?!
Scott: Yeah!
Raymond: You surround yourself with them!
Scott: Oh, yeah? Why don't you try me?
Raymond: Oh, really?
Scott: Why don't you try me?!
Raymond: Yeah, yeah, yeah... This ain't gonna go how you think it's gonna go! So why don't you get the **** out of my... Really?! [Shoves Scott and knocking him to the ground]
Scott: **** asshole! [Gets up and lunges at Raymond]
Raymond: Throw a **** punch at me?!
Scott: Oh, yeah.
Raymond: Huh? You gonna cool off?! Come here, ****! You gonna cool off?! I'll **** cool you off. Yeah, I'll **** cool you off! [Picks up Scott and throws him into the pool]
Raymond: Hey, you cool off now?! You're in there 'cause of your own actions!
Scott: Are you kidding me?! I'm gonna tell my mom you tried to drown me!
Raymond: In an aboveground pool?! You're, like, **** eight feet tall!
Scott: You're lucky my dad isn't here! He would kick your ass!
Raymond: Oh, yeah? Well, guess what, I knew your dad! Okay?!
Scott: Yeah?!
Raymond: Yeah, I crossed paths with him a number of times! And you know what? He was even a bigger asshole than you are! [Scott gets out of pool and lunges at Raymond, throwing a punch with Raymond grabbing Scott around waist, grappling him and maneuvering him to the ground] All right, that's it, that's it! It's over! It's over. Huh?! Huh?! You like that?! You like that?!
Scott: Ow. Jesus! **** asshole!
Raymond: Come on, tap out! Tap out!
Scott: **** you! No! Get me out! Let me out! No! No! Let me out! Oh, my God! Get me out!
Margie: What's the matter with you?!
Scott: He's a psycho.
Raymond: No. We're just talking!
Margie: About what?!
Raymond: About him telling you lies about me.
Scott: He's an animal. He picked me up and he threw me in the pool. All right? He has to go.
Margie: No, I need you to go. Now.
Scott: What? Why-why me? He-he's the one who started it.
Raymond: Yeah, that's right. Get the hell out of here. And get a job and a life while you're at it. Your freeloading days are over.
Margie: You, too. Get going.
Raymond: Wait, what did I do?!
Margie: You put your hands on my son! You're not respecting my family!
Scott: You're an animal!
Raymond: Look, okay, just listen. Just calm down.
Margie: I don't have to calm down! What are... You're attacking my son! And you're, and you're making up lies! You made... You tricked me into thinking you're a good guy! You're not a good guy!
Raymond: Right. Mm-hmm.
Margie: You're a **** small guy.
Raymond: Margie, Margie, just let me explain this to you. Just let me talk to you, okay?
Margie: You are not in control of me!
Raymond: Okay, okay, listen, all right? Okay, you don't have all the information you need. All right? Scott is acting out 'cause he's afraid to move on with his life. It's no different than when the Boston Red Sox finally won a World Series, okay?
Margie: Oh, my God.
Raymond: They had, they had to get to a point where-where they believed, okay?
Margie: Just shut up.
Raymond: All-all...
Margie: Shut the **** up.
Raymond: All I did was just ask him a question, and he flipped out. So I put him in the water, which is soft. I diffused the situation. It was what-what m-my training's all about. I-I wa... I was totally diffusing the situation.
Margie: Do you ever shut up?! Do you ever just shut the **** up?! You just talk and you talK and you talk and you don't know what you're saying. It makes no sense. It's like you picked up all these little pieces of information from all over. They don't make any sense. They're fragments. No sense. Nonsense.
Raymond: I-I'm not talking.
Margie: I've had it up to here. I'm done. Both of you, get your shit out of here! [She turns and walks away]
Raymond: Margie. Oh, ****.
Scott: Well... Well, where do we go now?!
Raymond: What are you asking me for?! You created this whole mess, you **** schmuck.
Scott: What?
Raymond: Huh? What, are you spying on me now? You Magnum, P.I.?
Scott: What?!
Raymond: Telling your mom that I'm homeless? You think it's funny to tell her that I'm a loser?!
Scott: What are you talking... No. What?!
Raymond: What do you mean, what am I talking about?! You've been speak... You talking to my ex-wife?!
Scott: Uh, yeah. She's actually a really nice person.
Raymond: Oh, is she?! Why don't you marry her?!
Scott: Yeah.
Raymond: Why don't you marry her and see what the **** happens?!
Scott: Hey, I'm just trying to protect my mom from you, okay?! You're a **** psychopath!
Raymond: Oh, I'm a psychopath?!
Scott: Yeah.
Raymond: I've been nothing but nice to you! I tried giving you direction. You're too busy smoking your **** weed. And all you've been doing is trying to destroy everything that I have with Margie.
Scott: Because you're a **** loser, dude! You're a, you're a degenerate gambler in your-your mid-50s, who bets on the Jets! Uh, who... Have you not learned anything about betting?!
Raymond: The Jets are gonna come back!
Scott: No, they're not! They got three number one **** picks! They're never gonna come back! They're never gonna come back!
Raymond: I'm trying to give your mother a good life!
Scott: I... No, you're not, okay? You're a piece of shit, dude. You're a **** drug addict!
Raymond: I'm a piece of shit?!
Scott: Yeah, you're a piece of shit!
Raymond: I'm a **** loser?! You're the biggest loser I ever met in my **** life!
Scott: Oh, really? You should know.
Raymond: Yeah?!
Scott: Yeah!
Raymond: You surround yourself with them!
Scott: Oh, yeah? Why don't you try me?
Raymond: Oh, really?
Scott: Why don't you try me?!
Raymond: Yeah, yeah, yeah... This ain't gonna go how you think it's gonna go! So why don't you get the **** out of my... Really?! [Shoves Scott and knocking him to the ground]
Scott: **** asshole! [Gets up and lunges at Raymond]
Raymond: Throw a **** punch at me?!
Scott: Oh, yeah.
Raymond: Huh? You gonna cool off?! Come here, ****! You gonna cool off?! I'll **** cool you off. Yeah, I'll **** cool you off! [Picks up Scott and throws him into the pool]
Raymond: Hey, you cool off now?! You're in there 'cause of your own actions!
Scott: Are you kidding me?! I'm gonna tell my mom you tried to drown me!
Raymond: In an aboveground pool?! You're, like, **** eight feet tall!
Scott: You're lucky my dad isn't here! He would kick your ass!
Raymond: Oh, yeah? Well, guess what, I knew your dad! Okay?!
Scott: Yeah?!
Raymond: Yeah, I crossed paths with him a number of times! And you know what? He was even a bigger asshole than you are! [Scott gets out of pool and lunges at Raymond, throwing a punch with Raymond grabbing Scott around waist, grappling him and maneuvering him to the ground] All right, that's it, that's it! It's over! It's over. Huh?! Huh?! You like that?! You like that?!
Scott: Ow. Jesus! **** asshole!
Raymond: Come on, tap out! Tap out!
Scott: **** you! No! Get me out! Let me out! No! No! Let me out! Oh, my God! Get me out!
Margie: What's the matter with you?!
Scott: He's a psycho.
Raymond: No. We're just talking!
Margie: About what?!
Raymond: About him telling you lies about me.
Scott: He's an animal. He picked me up and he threw me in the pool. All right? He has to go.
Margie: No, I need you to go. Now.
Scott: What? Why-why me? He-he's the one who started it.
Raymond: Yeah, that's right. Get the hell out of here. And get a job and a life while you're at it. Your freeloading days are over.
Margie: You, too. Get going.
Raymond: Wait, what did I do?!
Margie: You put your hands on my son! You're not respecting my family!
Scott: You're an animal!
Raymond: Look, okay, just listen. Just calm down.
Margie: I don't have to calm down! What are... You're attacking my son! And you're, and you're making up lies! You made... You tricked me into thinking you're a good guy! You're not a good guy!
Raymond: Right. Mm-hmm.
Margie: You're a **** small guy.
Raymond: Margie, Margie, just let me explain this to you. Just let me talk to you, okay?
Margie: You are not in control of me!
Raymond: Okay, okay, listen, all right? Okay, you don't have all the information you need. All right? Scott is acting out 'cause he's afraid to move on with his life. It's no different than when the Boston Red Sox finally won a World Series, okay?
Margie: Oh, my God.
Raymond: They had, they had to get to a point where-where they believed, okay?
Margie: Just shut up.
Raymond: All-all...
Margie: Shut the **** up.
Raymond: All I did was just ask him a question, and he flipped out. So I put him in the water, which is soft. I diffused the situation. It was what-what m-my training's all about. I-I wa... I was totally diffusing the situation.
Margie: Do you ever shut up?! Do you ever just shut the **** up?! You just talk and you talK and you talk and you don't know what you're saying. It makes no sense. It's like you picked up all these little pieces of information from all over. They don't make any sense. They're fragments. No sense. Nonsense.
Raymond: I-I'm not talking.
Margie: I've had it up to here. I'm done. Both of you, get your shit out of here! [She turns and walks away]
Raymond: Margie. Oh, ****.
Scott: Well... Well, where do we go now?!
Raymond: What are you asking me for?! You created this whole mess, you **** schmuck.
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