Frank quotes from Abigail (2024)

View Quote Lambert: For those of you that don't know, I go by "Lambert". You all came highly recommended. And so far, those recommendations are paying off.
Peter: [Setting handcuffs on Abigail on a bed] All right, sweet dreams. Okay.
Lambert: You know the rules. No real names, no backstories and keep the grab-ass to a minimum. It's a 24-hour job and the hard part is already over. Now you babysit. But the only one that sees the girl is this one. So she hears only one voice. The rest of you... get comfortable. Questions?
Joey: Yeah. Who's the girl?
Lambert: You don't need to know her name.
Joey: I don't care about her name. Whose kid is she?
Frank: The ****'s that matter to you?
Lambert: A very wealthy man. Who's about to become $50 million poorer. Look, you're safe here and to be completely certain that you can't be tracked, I'm going to collect your cell phones.
Dean: Nobody's tracking me.
Frank: I'm not taking any chances. Give them over.
Lambert: In the bag.
Sammy: [Tooling on her phone] One second, I gotta send this real quick. [Lambert grabs it and Sammy pulls it back] Thank you, just- [Lambert snatches it away]
Peter: Thank you. [Deposits phone in bag]
Lambert: Keep the doors and the girl isolated. Anything else I can do for you before I leave you to it?
Peter: Uh, how come we can't use our real names?
Frank: So if any of you ****s get caught, we can't rat out the others.
Dean: Yeah, dumbass.
Peter: You asked the same questions in the van.
Lambert: You want names? Fine. [Points to each crew individually] Frank. Dean. Sammy. Peter. Joey and...
Rickles: Damn. The man got his pulse of pop culture.
Lambert: And you're Don **** Rickles. You happy?
Rickles: Not really.
Dean: Who the **** is Don Rickles?

View Quote [The crew is having a meeting in the basement over the discovery of Dean's decapitated corpse]
Frank: What the **** were you doing down here anyway?
Sammy: I couldn't sleep. I heard something.
Frank: What, you just had to come and check it out, huh? You think I could do that?
Joey: Be honest. What does that look like to you?
Frank: It looks like a **** wild animal ripped him apart. No, no, no, I'm not fu- We're not **** going there. Oh, ****.
Sammy: Why are you all acting so weird?
Joey: There are stories about Lazaar's hit man.
Frank: Can we not do this, please?!
Joey: Valdez.
Rickles: I heard a story once. Three of Lazaar's top guys got pinched a few years ago. The FBI flipped 'em. Night before the trial, they were all holed up on the top floor of a hotel. A dozen agents in the next room and two on the door. Next morning, FBI goes into the room. All they bodies are ripped apart... limbs... and organs missing. Decapitations. That his signature. Valdez. He's a **** animal. And there was no way in or out of that room except for the front door or the 23rd window. So how'd he do it?
Sammy: Bullshit.
Rickles: It's not **** bullshit.
Frank: That's not the first time I heard that story.
Joey: We'd better check on the girl.

View Quote Joey: [Frank walks away to front door with Joey and others following] Whoa. Hey. What happened? Hey! [Grabs Frank] You can't just leave without telling us what's going on!
Frank: "What's going on"? What's going on is that we are ****! That little girl is Kristof Lazaar's daughter.
Rickles: Shit!
Sammy: Who's Kristof Lazaar?
Frank: Who's Lazaar?!
Dean: Bruh, that's an urban legend, man. Calm down.
Frank: [drops his bag] No, dude. He's not a **** urban legend. He's very **** real, believe me. Nobody even knows how big his **** empire is.
Sammy: So he's, like a crime boss?
Rickles: He controls a lot more than just crime.
Joey: Is Lambert **** insane? He just put a death mark on all of us. Including himself.
Sammy: What if we just, like, you know, like, give her back and say sorry?
Frank: Oh, yeah. [Sarcastically] "Here's your daughter Mr. **** Antichrist! We're really sorry! Hope she's not too traumatized! Let's play a round of golf sometime"!
Sammy: **** you, Frank.
Peter: This isn't the time for sarcasm, okay?

View Quote Sammy: [After Abigail revealed her vampire side] What the **** is that thing?!
Joey: We kidnapped a **** vampire.
Sammy: A ballerina vampire!
Peter: Someone has been messing with us ever since we got here, right?! It's got to be, uh, some kind of trick!
Joey: Shh, we got to get out of here, there's got to be another way!
Frank: No, I checked all the other doors. This is some kind of magnetically sealed locks and these shutters are two inches thick. [To Sammy] You think you can hack the locks?
Sammy: With what internet?
Frank: I don't know, you can't do it manually?
Sammy: Well, even if I could, I don't have any equipment! You know, there's got to be a control room or something!
Joey: Okay. What do we know about vampires?
Peter: That they're not real.
Sammy: What are we talking about, like an Anne Rice or a True Blood? You know Twilight? Very different kind of vampires.
Joey: Okay, we know they feed off blood.
Sammy: We're really doing right this now?
Joey: They can turn other people into vampires.
Sammy: Oh, okay. **** it. Um, they can turn into bats and stuff like that.
Frank: Mind control, they make you do shit.
Joey: They don't have a reflection.
Peter: [Covers ears with hands] Not listening to this!
Joey: Okay, how do we kill a vampire?
Frank: Garlic.
Joey: A stake through the heart.
Frank: Crucifixes.
Joey: Holy water.
Frank: Oh, you're a **** priest now?
Sammy: Daylight is a big one.
Frank: Oh, that's a good one, but it's, hmm... [mockingly glances at wrist watch] 3:30 in the **** morning!
Peter: [Repeatedly] Shut up! Shut the **** up!
Frank: [Lunges at Peter grabbing him by neck] Hey dum-dum, we got a real **** situation here. So I don't give a shit what you think. Either you're helping or you're 270 pounds of dead weight. Which is it?!
Peter: Helping. [Pulls away Frank's hand] Just don't do that again.
Frank: There's pool cues in the game room. Go sharpen them into stakes.
Peter: Okay. [Walks away]
Frank: [To Sammy] You, go check the kitchen for garlic.
Sammy: Alone?
Frank: Yes, alone.
Sammy: Yep. [Walks away]
Joey: What are you thinking?
Frank: I say we tool up and kill her.
Joey: That's a mistake. You said it yourself. This girl is smart. She's been manipulating us from the start. We don't know if any of this stuff is gonna work. And even if it does, killing her would be the stupidest thing we could do.
Frank: And why is that?
Joey: Because we lose the only bargaining chip we have.
Frank: Well, what do you suggest?
Joey: We trade her to Lazaar for our lives.
Frank: No. I'm not betting our lives on your **** hunch.
Joey: I'm telling you, she's gonna see you coming.
Frank: No! Debate is over! Decision made! Okay?!
Sammy: I got 'em! [Holds up a netted bundle, but the bag does not have garlic.]
Frank: Sammy, those are **** onions!
Sammy: Well, I don't cook! I don't know!
Frank: All right. Let's go kill us a ****... vampire! [Walks off]
Joey: Good luck. [Frank turns to her] Oh, I'm not going. I already told you why. And if you put your hand around my neck, you'll lose it.
Frank: [Holds a hand] I'm not going to touch you. Go put your feet up. [To Peter and Sammy] You two, on me. Let's hit the kitchen first. **** onions.

View Quote Frank: [Being helped downstairs by Peter after Abigail impaled a stake through his leg] Ah, Jesus, Mary and mother**** son of a bitch! Oh, ****! [Collapses in chair and pointing to Joey] If you **** say; "I told you so"! Oh, shit. [Joey grabs stake and Frank spits out repeatedly] Wait...! [Joey pulls out stake] Oh, mother****er!
Joey: Why didn't she kill you?
Frank: She is **** with us! [Joey presses on Frank's wound] Oh, ****!
Joey: I'm guessing none of the weapons worked.
Frank: Well, the stake worked on my **** leg, and she used the crucifix on Peter like a **** pincushion and the garlic did **** all! [Sammy presses finger to lips for silence]
Joey: Well, I have one thing we know does work. [Holds up syringe] When we jabbed her with this, she was out, out. If we can corner her, it's nighty-night.
Frank: The sleeping beauty act was bullshit!
Joey: No, it wasn't. I checked her pulse and her breathing was slow and steady. We split up. Whoever finds her first, alerts me through the comms. and I come running with the syringe.
Frank: That's great that you're the only one with a weapon that works.
Joey: Listen, you sit here and bleed, or you trust me.
Peter: Sammy?
Sammy: Yeah.
Frank: ****.

View Quote Joey: [To Abigail trapped in elevator] We want to talk.
Abigail: Please, please let me out. I'm scared.
Joey: Cut the shit. You're really good at pretending to be a little girl. Quick question, who's inside the cage right now?
Abigail: Thank you. [Does a curtsy] I've had a few centuries of experience.
Joey: Tell us how to get out of here, and we'll let you go.
Abigail: No.
Sammy: [Lunges forward with Joey thwarting her] Hey, what's gonna happen to me?! Am I gonna turn into a vampire?!
Abigail: Maybe.
Sammy: Oh, my God! She said "maybe"!
Peter: [Consoling Sammy] It's okay.
Frank: Listen little lady, or ma'am, whatever. We're very sorry, okay? We didn't know who you were. We thought you were a regular 12-year old-girl.
Abigail: You were gonna beat me and torture me when you thought I was just a regular 12-year old-girl.
Frank: Yeah, well... like I say, we're very sorry. We would never have taken you if we knew who your father was.
Abigail: You did work for him, didn't you? [All crew look at Frank in dismay] Haven't you wondered why I brought you here?
Peter: You brought us here?
Abigail: [Brings hand to forehead] Jesus Christ. There was never any money. I planned all of this. Lambert works for me.
Sammy: What are you talking about?
Abigail: Don't you know, Jessie?
Sammy: What did you just call me?
Abigail: Jessica Hurney. You started your career siphoning money from your affluent parents' bank accounts. Hedge funds came next, then private offshore accounts, and eventually much bigger fish. One in particular.
Sammy: I can give it back.
Abigail: Terrence Lacroix. Muscle for the Montreal Broussard family. Did it bore you snapping necks for pay? Enduring endless taunts from your colleagues about your stunted intellect? Is that why you stole from your whole crew who just happened to be a tiny subsidiary of our whole empire? How long did the money last, you weak, disloyal inebriate? [Peter looks guilty] Former Detective Adam Barrett. You thought you could infiltrate our New York arm under deep cover. But you liked the life a little too much, didn't you? The power you had when you were free of rules and regulations. It became an addiction. How empty did you feel when you finally arrested our three lieutenants you'd worked so hard to get close to? And how empty did you feel after I ripped up their bodies in the hotel penthouse because of you? You changed your name, you left town, and you never saw your family again. But it wasn't for their safety, was it, Detective Barrett? Finally, we have the tragic Ana Lucia Cruz. Former army medic drummed out of service for shooting up Uncle Sam's morphine.
Ana: I was injured in the field.
Abigail: You tried to take care of your son, before abandoning him to his ****up of a father
Ana: Shut up.
Abigail: You became an underground doctor for some very shady people. But one day, you were just too high to do your job, and instead of removing a bullet, you nicked an artery, and someone very important to my father's business bled out. But you and Detective Barrett have something in common. You never went back for your son.
Ana: Shut the **** up! And what do you tell yourself, huh? That you want to be your daddy's little errand girl? No, he did lose interest in you. That wasn't a lie. How many of your father's enemies you're gonna have to kill until he loves you again?
Adam: If this is about revenge, why didn't you just kill us? Why'd you bring us here?
Ana: Because it isn't. This is just a game to her.
Adam: Bullshit. She was screaming at the house and Dad triggered the alarm.
Ana: That wasn't even her father. That wasn't Lazaar. And for what, because you're **** bored?! For your **** entertainment?!
Abigail: What can I say? I like playing with my food. You're the same as all the other meat sacks I've brought here over the years. Nothing different about any of you. Nothing special. Just something to help me pass the time.
Ana: Quick question. Who's inside a cage right now?
Abigail: If you let me out, I'll let two of you live.
Terrence: Oh. Which two? [Jessica slaps him] What?!
Abigail: It's a surprise.
Adam: **** this. Let's just kill her now.
Abigail: You tried that, Frank. If you would like to open this door and try again, please do. My offer just expired. Now I'll only let one of you live, whoever lets me out. [Ana and Terrence both draw pistols at each other]
Adam: She's **** lying, you moron. You touch that door, you're as dead as the rest of us.
Terrence: Maybe it's worth a try.
Ana: We have her Peter. That's why we did this, so we can trade her for our lives.
Abigail: That will never happen. Joey was right. No matter how many of you I kill, my father doesn't love me, and he's not gonna trade me for anything. So go on, Peter, let me out. Go on.
Ana: Peter, if you touch that door, I will shoot you.
Terrence: I'm sorry, guys. [Reaches for latch with Ana shooting him in the torso] Ah! [Repeatedly] You shot me!
Ana: I barely grazed you. Now give me your gun so I can patch you up.
Terrence: You're sure crazy.
Ana: I prefer "impatient". Frank, help me out. Sammy, watch her.
Jessica: **** that shit. Hm-mm.
Ana: Sammy.
Jessica: I'm not staying down here... with that. **** that shit, Joey.
Adam: I got this. [Ana, Terrence and Jessica walk away]