Tobin Bell movie quotes

View Quote Valentina: Please... Please don't do this. Please-- Please help me! Please...
John Kramer: That's exactly what we are doing, Valentina. This is not retribution. It's a reawakening.

View Quote [While Cecilia puts Carlos in the trap.]
John Kramer: This is not right! It's not right...
Cecilia Pederson: Oh, really? A lecture on moral decency from you?

View Quote Amanda Young: Are you okay?
John Kramer: Not exactly as we planned it, but...

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

View Quote 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.

View Quote [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.

View Quote Eric Matthews: Hey. This close enough?
Rigg: Get his ass out of here.
[Eric starts to leave]
John: Actually, I will need to remain here while you deal with your problem, Detective Matthews.
Eric Matthews: What problem?
John: The problem in that room.

View Quote John: You see, Detective. Darwin's theory of evolution and survival of the fittest, based on his little trip to the Galápagos, no longer applies on this planet. We have a human race that doesn't have the edge or the will to survive.
Eric Matthews: What the **** do you want?!
John: It's hard to remain calm, isn't it? When your son is walking around on those monitors.
Eric Matthews: I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me what the **** it is.
John: I told you what it is. Just remember the rules.
Eric Matthews: No, you said you wanted to talk. Then you said you wanted to play a game. You're talking, but it means NOTHING!!
John: What do you think the cure for cancer is, Eric?
Eric Matthews: What?
John: The cure for cancer? What is it?
Eric Matthews: I don't know what it is, but I know it's not killing and torturing people for your own sick **** pleasure.
John: I've never murdered anyone in my life. The decisions are up to them.
Eric Matthews: Yeah, well, putting a gun to someone's head and forcing them to pull the trigger is still murder.
John: Since when has force been a problem for you? Why are you so desperate to get your son back?
Eric Matthews: 'Cause he's my son...
John: What's the last thing you said to him before you left him?
[Flashback]
Eric Matthews: Well, then go!
[Present]
John: Seems to me that the knowledge of your son's impending death is causing you to act. Forgive all his sins, to wipe the slate clean. Why is that we're only willing to do that, when a life is at stake?
Eric Matthews: I've always loved my son. That's never changed.
John: No... no... It's changed now. You see, the knowledge of death... changes everything. If I were to tell you the exact date and time of your death... it would shatter your world completely. I know. Can you imagine what it feels like to have someone sit you down and tell you that you're dying? The gravity of that? That the clock's ticking for you. In a split second, your world is cracked open. You look at things differently, smell things differently. You savor everything, be it a glass of water or a walk in the park.
Eric Matthews: The clock is ticking, John.
John: But most people have the luxury of not knowing when that clock's going to go off. And the irony of it is that that keeps them from really living their life. It keeps them sleepwalking. It keeps them drinking that glass of water, but never really tasting it.
Eric Matthews: You can still fix this, John.
John: Yeah, but can we fix you?
Eric Matthews: Me?
John: I'm not fixable. I've got cancer.
Eric Matthews: [in disbelief] You're using cancer as an excuse for what you do?
John: No. The cancer isn't what started me in my work. It was the moment I decided to end my life... that started me in my work. I had literally driven myself to suicide, and I had failed. My body had not been strong enough to repel cancer cells, yet I had lived through a plunge off a cliff. But, to my amazement, I was alive. And I was determined to spend the rest of my days testing the fabric of human nature. Do you understand, Eric?
Eric Matthews: You got a chance to do something. Do it right now, John. Just tell me where my son is. I'll help you.
John: I don't need your help, and I can tell you still don't understand. Those who don't appreciate life do not deserve life.
Eric Matthews: My son appreciates his life.
John: But do you appreciate yours? Do you appreciate your son's?
Eric Matthews: [Hits the table] Oh, this is shit! [Stands and walks away]
John: Don't forget the rules. If you want to find your son.
[Eric ignores him and leaves]

View Quote Eric Matthews: Okay. Let's talk.
John: Sit down. [Eric grabs a chair and sits in it] I want to play a game. The rules are simple. All you have to do is sit here and talk to me, listen to me. [Eric puts a walkie-talkie on the floor] If you do that long enough, then you will find your son in a safe and secure state. We haven't been properly introduced. My name's John.
Eric Matthews: I thought you like to be called Jigsaw.
John: No. [Laughs] It was the police and the press who coined the nickname Jigsaw. I never encouraged or claimed that. The jigsaw piece that I cut from my subjects was only ever meant to be a symbol that that subject was missing something. A vital piece of the human puzzle. The survival instinct.
Eric Matthews: This is all really, really interesting, John. But right now I'd really like for you to talk to me.
John: I am talking to you. You're not listening. Don't forget the rules.
Eric Matthews: I am listening to you, but all I'm getting is the same sick **** bullshit that comes about two seconds into every interview I've ever done with one of you **** people.
John: Well, that's an interesting approach to police work, isn't it? Aren't you supposed to be convincing me that I'm your friend, lulling me into a false sense of security so that I'll confide in you?
Eric Matthews: It's a little hard to follow the manual when you've got my son, John.
John: The manual? What do you really want to do to me right now, huh? What would you have done five years ago? Would you have followed the manual then? Would you have broken my jaw with a flashlight?
Eric Matthews: You seem to know a whole lot about me.
John: I know you were once considered a fearless police officer. Do you feel a whole lot safer now that you only sit behind a desk?
Eric Matthews: I feel a whole lot of things right now.
John: But you feel alive. That's what you feel, and that's the point. [Pauses] Would you... kindly get me a glass of water? [Holds up a paper cup] I would very much appreciate that.

View Quote [Strahm enters Jigsaw's Lair from the third film]
Jigsaw:... I've cause you and your wife tonight? Which is it gonna be, Jeff? Live or die, Jeff. Make our choice.
Jeff: I forgive you. [Power saw is heard]
Lynn: Jeff. Jeff!
[Strahm is outside the door when it closes]

View Quote Jill Tuck: All I wanted to do was help them.
John: You can't help them. They have to help themselves.

View Quote Jill Tuck: What's happened to you?
John: What's happened to me? [Picks up a crowbar] What's happened to me?! [Smashes a small antique clock with the crowbar] Now you don't come back. You do it for yourself if you can't do it for me.
Jill Tuck: I lost him, too.

View Quote [Flashback]
John: By the way... the blade on your pendulum was inferior. If you want a true edge... you have to use tempered steel. Tempering's better for the long haul. You in this for the long haul, Detective?
Hoffman: I've been a cop for twenty years. Is that long enough for you?

View Quote [Flashback]
Hoffman: Tell me what you want!
John: I wanna know if you have what it takes to survive.

View Quote [Flashback]
Hoffman: I didn't expect the feeling of remorse.
John: The heart cannot be involved. Emotionally, there can be nothing there. It can never be personal.

View Quote [Flashback]
[Hoffman is setting up the Rack trap from Saw III]
Amanda Young: [wheels John into the room] Last-minute tweaks? [to John] Told you he'd **** with it.
John Kramer: If you switch the gear ratio, you have to change the gear grease to match the increased friction.
Amanda Young: [to Hoffman] Maybe you should stick to the heavy lifting. [tosses him a grease gun] You need five-weight. It's in the gun.
John Kramer: Check with me next time.
Mark Hoffman: How many next times are there gonna be?
John Kramer: However many there needs to be.
[Hoffman holds up the wheelbarrow with Timothy Young in it and flips him out of it]
John Kramer: That's a human being. Do you like how brutality feels, Mark?
Mark Hoffman: Let's be honest. You want him to suffer just as much as I do.
[Amanda walks behind Hoffman and picks up the grease gun]
Amanda Young: So when's your test, detective?
Mark Hoffman: I don't need one.
Amanda Young: Oh, yeah?
Mark Hoffman: Yeah. [grabs Amanda's arm and exposes a cut on her wrist] Because I didn't take my life for granted.
Amanda Young: You're still dragging your knuckles on the ground. What do you know about life? Get used to me, 'cause I'm not going anywhere.
Mark Hoffman: You sure about that?

View Quote Jill Tuck: Game over.
Mark Hoffman: No! No, you **** bitch!
[Jill leaves, closing the door and pulling a trigger tab on the Reverse Beartrap that starts its 45 second timer. Struggling for a few seconds, Hoffman repeatedly slams it onto his left wrist, breaking it.]
[Flashback]
Amanda Young: So when's your test, detective?
Mark Hoffman: I don't need one.
Amanda Young: Oh, yeah?
[Present]
[Hoffman undoes his right arm restraint and, with 18 seconds left, begins trying to pry the Reverse Beartrap off with a screwdriver]
John Kramer: [Narrating] You know why you're here, don't you?
[Flashback]
John Kramer: I want to know if you have what it takes to survive.
Autopsy Tape: You feel you now have control, don't you? You think you will walk away untested?
[Present]
[With almost no time left, Hoffman jams the Reverse Beartrap in the bars of the door window just as it releases, preventing it from springing completely open, and begins trying to pull himself out]
[Flashback]
Jill Tuck: I'm only carrying out John's final request.
John Kramer: Do you like how brutality feels, Mark?
Mark Hoffman: From now on, I control all aspects of the game.
Jill Tuck: That's not what John wanted.
John Kramer: You want a chance? I'll give you a chance.
[Present]
[Hoffman slides out of the Reverse Beartrap and stumbles away from the door]
Mark Hoffman: ****!
[The Reverse Beartrap bursts out of the window and falls to the floor. Hoffman collapses and screams, revealing it has torn his right cheek open.]

View Quote [Flashback]
Amanda Young: Get used to me, 'cause I'm not going anywhere.
Mark Hoffman: You sure about that? [to John] Amanda will fail you.
John Kramer: We'll see.
[Hoffman writes a letter, which Amanda reads]
Note: [Hoffman narrating] Amanda, you were with Cecil the night Jill lost Gideon.
[Cecil and Amanda hide out at Jill's clinic]
Amanda Young: Go. Go. [he stops] What the **** are you doing?
Cecil Adams: I don't know about this.
Amanda Young: What do you mean you don't know?! Go on, **** pussy! Go! Go! Go!
[she pushes Cecil; he slams against the clinic door]
Jill Tuck: Cecil!
Cecil Adams: Listen to me!
[Cecil rushes back out of the clinic and accidentally kills Jill's unborn child. Amanda, horrified, collapses in the back of the room while Cecil makes a run for it]
Note: [Hoffman narrating] You killed their child. You know it, and I know it. So do exactly as I say: kill Lynn Denlon, or I will tell John what you did.
Amanda Young: She doesn't deserve to go free!
John Kramer: Amanda, Lynn is more important than you know.
[Amanda shoots Lynn, and is in turn shot by Jeff]
[Present]
[Jill enters and triggers a device under Hoffman's chair that shocks him unconscious. She then begins strapping his arms to it]
[Flashback]
Tape: I'm leaving you a box, today, and its contents are of grave importance.
Feldman: Ms. Tuck, what's in the box?
[Present]
[Jill places a Reverse-Beartrap similar to Amanda's on Hoffman. He starts to regain consciousness after this.]
Jill Tuck: John left you five envelopes. The sixth one was for me. [shows Hoffman a photo of himself in envelope 6] This is John's will.

View Quote Your dice are loaded!

View Quote One more roll!

View Quote A map of the wonders of the new world.

View Quote John Kramer: Did you know that pigs are highly compassionate animals? They show distress if they see any other animal, including humans, suffering.
Anna: What about you, John? Where's your compassion?
John Kramer: We all have a thumb on the scale, Anna... For good or for evil. You've been weighing in on the wrong side of the scale. Both of you.

View Quote Logan: Why was Edgar Munsen free? Because he was your criminal informant. And years ago, you let him walk free. Edgar Munsen killed my wife.
Halloran: You don't know that. It was never proven. This won't bring your family back. John Kramer gave people a chance to win the game. A choice.
[Halloran takes a swipe and misses.]
Halloran: ****! You ****er...
Logan: You have a choice: scream, or don't.
[Logan begins to walk away.]
Halloran: Hey, Logan, Logan, Logan, hey... Look, I can help you, I can... I-- I can do things for you...
[Logan returns and slams the walls beside Halloran, clearly enraged.]
Logan: Can you bring my wife back?
Halloran: ...doesn't matter what I say, does it?
Logan: I created a game that appeared to be bearable to Jigsaw. (Flashback shows Edgar Munsen waking up and Logan Nelson sitting on his desk and using John Kramer's voice on a computer)
John Kramer: Hello, Edgar. You're about to play a game. Five lives are in your hands. Follow my instructions exactly.
Edgar Munsen: I gotta choose who lives or dies! Them or me! I'M NOT **** DYING!
Logan: What kind of firearm do you use?
Hunt: Glock 22? Most cops do. Except Halloran. He's got a 17.
Logan: Nine One Nineteen Parabellum. That's a Glock 17.
Nurse: The blood under the fingernail of our first victim. It's John Kramer's blood.
Logan: Some would think it's Jigsaw. Some will suspect you. But no one will suspect me.
Hunt: Okay, we need to bring him in, now!
Logan: Because Eleanor will provide my alibi. Ten years ago I came out of the war a broken man. Jigsaw put the pieces of my life back together again.
Logan: He gave my life purpose.
John Kramer: We can never come from anger, or from vengeance. You taught me that.
Logan: But then there will be no justice.
John Kramer: Ah, but there will. Because we'll speak for the dead.
Logan: Together, we built a legacy. Now I speak for the lives ruined by people like you. Murderers. Rapists. Their victims appear on my table because of you.
Logan: I speak for the dead. (Slams door shut)

View Quote Ryan: What's going on?
John Kramer: You're about to play a game.
Anna: No, no! What are you doing, John, what are you doing?!
John Kramer: It's a final test.
Ryan: I already passed your test -- look at my **** leg!
John Kramer: That wasn't your test, Ryan. And that wouldn't have been necessary if you'd simply played by the rules. But you don't like rules, do you?
John Kramer: Do you want me to show mercy? Or whoever wouldn't want to take a single step towards confessing. You know, who's not responsible for one death, but for three? You've lied with wreck less deceit. You started with high school. But it only grew worse.
John Kramer: You've lied to the authorities multiple times, Ryan, pinning the blame solemnly on the driver. Your deceit's best friend. You know what you did to his family? Hmmm? And you've only gotten worse over the years.
Ryan: Okay, I did it. Okay, I **** did it! I did it but, it was so long ago. I wanna live... I wanna live!
John Kramer: As do I, Ryan. As do we all. But things happen.
John Kramer: Were it not for a careless mistake by a resident at the hospital I was in... my cancer could've been diagnosed a lot sooner. It was simply the wrong name on an x-ray. Would've saved me a whole lot of hardship. And you, Anna?
Anna: Hey! Look at me, John! Look, you know me! Please, don't do this to me!
John Kramer: We were neighbors. Anna and I. My first chemo obsession became difficult at the least. Anna and her husband, Matthew we're so kind and so supportive. I thank you for that.
Anna: Why are you doing this to me?
John Kramer': Those were better days for you, won't they, Anna. But your poor husband, Matthew... I know the two of you don't just get along. But after you endure that tragedy for the death of a child... It's one of life's greatest burdens, isn't it? Only if he hadn't fallen asleep that night, and he wouldn't have rolled over and uh suffocated your baby. That is what happened, right, Anna?
Anna: SHUT UP! SHUT UP!
Anna: SHUT UP! SHUT UP! (Grabs the pillows and finally snapped)
John Kramer: I mean, it's horrible. How horrible... to have to live with such a thing.
John Kramer: You could've make a person go mad, didn't it?
Ryan: What are you gonna do to us?
John Kramer: (Chuckles) Me? I'm not gonna do anything. You have to simply accept responsibility. (John opens a box to see a set of razor wire blades) For who you are.

View Quote Tape: Hello, Mr. Hindle... or, as they called you around the hospital: Zep. I want you to make a choice. There's a slow-acting poison coursing through your system, to which only I have the antidote for. Will you murder a mother and her child to save yourself?
[Flashback]
Zep Hindle: Dr. Gordon's time is up.
[Present]
Tape: Listen carefully, if you will; there are rules.
[Flashback]
Dr. Lawrence Gordon: Why?
Zep Hindle: It's the rules.
[Present]
[the corpse in the room stands, peeling off the latex bullet wound cap]
Jigsaw: [points to the bathtub] Key to that chain... is in the bathtub.
[Flashback]
[the key goes down the drain when Adam accidentally unplugs it]
Zep Hindle: He's a very interesting person. His name's John.
Dr. Lawrence Gordon: He has an inoperable frontal lobe tumor.
Jigsaw: I'm sick from the disease eating away at me inside.
Detective Allison Kerry: Sounds like our friend Jigsaw.
Jigsaw: I'm sick of people who don't appreciate their blessings.
Detective Allison Kerry: Looks like our guy likes to book himself front row seats to his own sick little games.
Tape: Hello, Mark - Paul - Amanda - Zep - Adam - Dr. Gordon. I want to play a game.
[Present]
[Adam tries to shoot Jigsaw, only to be given an electric shock that zaps the gun out of his hand]
Jigsaw: Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you... Not anymore. [Adam screams] Game over! [shuts the door]
Adam Stanheight: [screams] Don't! Don't! No! [screams fade out]