“Clark. Let's talk this through.” – Mary, Backrooms ... Movie Quotes Database

Mary: Clark. Let's talk this through.
Clark: In some ways, they're an improvement on the originals. For starters, they can't feel anything. [walks over to a catatonic mature adult man figure and inserts knife into the man's neck] Can you imagine how good that must feel? I mean, there's no thoughts, no pain, no ego. No fear. They simply... exist. like... like furniture. Yeah. Look at this. Look at this. Best part. [Opens man's shirt] You can eat them. [Reaches into man's abdomen and rips out a chunk resembling furniture stuffing foam and places it on plates, then gestures to Mary to try it, then walks over to fridge, opens it to reveal decapitated head of Kat] Oh, that's my assistant manager, I tried to help her, but she just...
Mary: Clark, if you untie me, we can talk this through, get you feeling better,
Clark: What if I did untie you, you know, what then? You'd run around here like a chicken with its head cut off looking for a way out, you know, you'd end up in the same place you are now, like the path thing you're always talking about.
Mary: Clark, I just want to help you, just tell me what you need, I'll do it.
Clark: Yeah.
Mary: Yeah, yes, please.
Clark: Okay. Well, I want you to tell me that I didn't do anything wrong, you know, that... That you were wrong about me.
Mary: I was wrong about you! I was! I was wrong about you!
Clark: No, no, no, not like that, not, not so fast, okay? I mean, I want to, I want to set the scene first. Let's start, um, on the night that, uh, that I got kicked out of my own house. It was, um, it was late. A lot darker. [Turns to a woman figure] Lights, please. [Woman is unresponsive; he turns back to Mary and chuckles] I tried this exercise with her before, it doesn't go anywhere. Fine. I'll do it myself. It's still my house, after all. [Gets up and walks over to light switch, turns off lights] Yeah. [Man figure in couch seat turns on lamp] Thank you. It's better. But there's... still... still... something off. [Pulls knife out of man's neck] Yeah... [approaches woman figure]
Mary: Don't. [He cuts off her scalp, placing it over Mary's hair] Please.
Clark: I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I broke the glass and woke you up. I know how you like to sleep early. I was at the store late. I guess I lost track of the time. I was checking inventory, but I stopped off for a few beers.
Mary: Clark.
Clark: Barbara! I was checking inventory, then I stopped off for a few beers.
Mary: Define a few.
Clark: As many as I wanted. Because this is my house. I pay for it. I pay for everything. I pay for you to go to school. I pay for your time off school. I pay for the roof over your head. You want kids, right? Well, that takes money. So someone has to work around here! I said someone has to get off her fat ass and work around here!
Mary: Just because you didn't get to be an architect-
Clark: I am a **** architect! I'm just stuck selling shit furniture because someone won't get off her fat **** ass and help me!

Mary : Clark. Let's talk this through. Clark : In some ways, they're an improvement on the originals. For starters, they can't feel anything. [walks over to a catatonic mature adult man figure and inserts knife into the man's neck] Can you imagine how good that must feel? I mean, there's no thoughts, no pain, no ego. No fear. They simply... exist. like... like furniture. Yeah. Look at this. Look at this. Best part. [Opens man's shirt] You can eat them. [Reaches into man's abdomen and rips out a chunk resembling furniture stuffing foam and places it on plates, then gestures to Mary to try it, then walks over to fridge, opens it to reveal decapitated head of Kat] Oh, that's my assistant manager, I tried to help her, but she just... Mary : Clark, if you untie me, we can talk this through, get you feeling better, Clark : What if I did untie you, you know, what then? You'd run around here like a chicken with its head cut off looking for a way out, you know, you'd end up in the same place you are now, like the path thing you're always talking about. Mary : Clark, I just want to help you, just tell me what you need, I'll do it. Clark : Yeah. Mary : Yeah, yes, please. Clark : Okay. Well, I want you to tell me that I didn't do anything wrong, you know, that... That you were wrong about me. Mary : I was wrong about you! I was! I was wrong about you! Clark : No, no, no, not like that, not, not so fast, okay? I mean, I want to, I want to set the scene first. Let's start, um, on the night that, uh, that I got kicked out of my own house. It was, um, it was late. A lot darker. [Turns to a woman figure] Lights, please. [Woman is unresponsive; he turns back to Mary and chuckles ] I tried this exercise with her before, it doesn't go anywhere. Fine. I'll do it myself. It's still my house, after all. [Gets up and walks over to light switch, turns off lights] Yeah. [Man figure in couch seat turns on lamp] Thank you. It's better. But there's... still... still... something off. [Pulls knife out of man's neck] Yeah... [approaches woman figure] Mary : Don't. [He cuts off her scalp, placing it over Mary's hair] Please. Clark : I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I broke the glass and woke you up. I know how you like to sleep early. I was at the store late. I guess I lost track of the time. I was checking inventory, but I stopped off for a few beers. Mary : Clark. Clark : Barbara! I was checking inventory, then I stopped off for a few beers. Mary : Define a few. Clark : As many as I wanted. Because this is my house. I pay for it. I pay for everything. I pay for you to go to school. I pay for your time off school. I pay for the roof over your head. You want kids, right? Well, that takes money. So someone has to work around here! I said someone has to get off her fat ass and work around here! Mary : Just because you didn't get to be an architect- Clark : I am a **** architect! I'm just stuck selling shit furniture because someone won't get off her fat **** ass and help me!