"If I show up at your door, chances are you did something to bring me there."
Most-quoted character in Grosse Pointe Blank (1997): in 34 of its 58 quotes
Most scenes with: Debi Newberry (8), Paul (4), Marcella (4)
"I guess you could say I went west. You know -- the way of Horatio Alger, Davy Crockett, the Donner Party..."
More lines from Martin Blank
11 quotes"When I left, I joined the army, and when I took the service exam my psych profile fit a certain... moral flexibility would be the only way to describe it... and I was loaned out to a CIA-sponsored program, and we sort of found each other. That's how it works."
"I know what I do isn't... moral, per se..."
"You can never go home again, Oatman... but I guess you can shop there." [Inside the convenience store that has taken the place of his childhood home.]
"I just honestly don't know what I have in common with those people anymore... or with anyone, really. I mean, they'll all have husbands and wives and children and houses and dogs, and, you know, they'll have made themselves a part of something, and they can talk about what they do. And what am I going to say? 'I killed the president of Paraguay with a fork. How have you been?' I just think it'll be depressing."
"Hi! I'm Martin Blank, do you remember me? I'm not married, I don't have any kids, and I'd blow your head off if someone paid me enough."
"A thousand innocent people get killed every day, but you detonate a millionaire's pet and you're marked for life."
"I didn't get into this business to have any relationships! I don't want to join your goddamn union. Loner, lone gunman -- get it? That's the whole point!"
"Everybody's doing it, it's like the natural order. States do it -- sometimes there's due process, and sometimes pilots carpet-bomb cities! Riot cops shoot demonstrators -- that's indiscriminate! I don't do that!
"Why does everyone think its personal?"
"A psychopath kills for no reason. I kill for money, it's a job... that didn't come out right."
Scenes with Martin Blank
22 scenesSo what do we do now? Do we talk about dreams, or what's next? What's the score here?
You want to talk about dreams, we can talk about dreams. It's your nickel.
I had another one about Debi.
That girl you're obsessed with?
Don't you think "obsessed" is a strong word?
Ah, recurring dreams of pain and loss for ten years featuring the same person? Yeah, maybe it's... a bit obsessive.
I had one where I was that television mechanical rabbit. You know, with the, the... [mimes clashing cymbals]
The battery bunny.
Yeah, I was the bunny.
That sounds like a very, very depressed dream.
Really?
Yes.
Why?
Martin, it's a terrible dream! It's a depressing dream to dream about that rabbit. It's got no brain, it's got no blood, it's got no anima! It just keeps banging on those meaningless cymbals, and going and going!
So, is there a Mrs. Mysterio?
No, but I have a cat.
It's not the same thing.
Well, you don't know my cat. It's very demanding.
It? You don't know if it's a boy or a girl?
I respect its privacy.
So, what have you been doing with your life?
Um... professional killer.
Ah, good for you! It's a growth industry.
Whole grain pancakes and an egg-white omelette, please.
What would you like in your omelette?
Nothing in the omelette. Nothing at all.
Well, that's not technically an omelette.
Well, I don't want to get into a semantic argument about it, I just want the protein, all right?
Design division wants me dead over a leaky sun-roof? You want to kill me for that?
It's not ME! Why does everybody think it's personal?
You're a psychopath!
No, no, no -- a psychopath kills for no reason. I kill for money. It's a job. Uh... that didn't sound right.
Sir, I'm becoming concerned for your safety.
I have to go.
Yeah, well, we all have to go sometime, sir, but we can choose when.
Nobody chooses when. [hangs up.]
Debi's house.
Kinda crept up on you, didn't it?
No, you drove us here.
Why are you so interested in me going to my high school reunion?
I just find it amusing that you came from somewhere.
Did you go to yours?
Yes, I did. It was just as if everybody had swelled.
This your Beamer?
Yeah.
In Detroit? That's sacrilege!
You know what you need?
What?
Shakabuku.
You wanna tell me what that means?
It's a swift, spiritual kick to the head that alters your reality forever.
Oh, that'd be good. I think.
I'm a professional killer.
Do you have to do post-graduate work for that?
Did I have you figured wrong?
I don't know -- I mean, I hope so.
I visualised you in a haze as one of those slackster, flannel-wearing, coffee-house misanthropes I've been seeing in Newsweek.
No-no-no, I went the other road. Six figures, doing business with lead-pipe cruelty, mercenery sensibility. You know... sport sex, no real relationships. How about you -- how have the years been treating you?
Well, you know me Martin -- still the same old sell-out, exploiting the oppressed...
Sure.
Ah what a piece of work is man, how noble... oh **** it, let's have a drink and forget the whole damn thing.
Don't hang up! Wait! Did you read yesterday's offer?
Hold on a minute.
It's in French. It's a Greenpeace boat. It'd be so easy.
No way! I have scruples.
Don't you think that maybe you're just upset because I told you what I do for a living, and you got upset and you're letting it interfere with our dynamic?
Whoa. Martin. You didn't tell me what you did for a living...
Yes, I did!
You didn't tell me what you did for a living for four sessions. Then you told me. And I said, "I don't want to work with you any more." And yet, you come back each week at the same time. That's a difficulty for me. On top of that, if you've committed a crime or you're thinking about committing a crime, I have to tell the authorities.
I know the law, okay? But I don't want to be withholding; I'm very serious about this process. [pause] And I know where you live.
Oh, now see? That wasn't a nice thing to say; that wasn't designed to make me feel good. That's a... kind of a... not too subtle intimidation, and I, uh, get filled with anxiety when you talk about something like that.
Come on, come on. I was just kidding, all right? The thought never crossed my mind.
You did think of it, Martin! You thought it, and then you said it. And now, I'm left with the aftermath of that, thinking I gotta be creative in a really interesting way or Martin's gonna blow my brains out! You're holding me hostage. That's not right.
Martin's target: Whatever it is i'm doing that you don't like... I'll stop doing it.
It's not me. [shoots him dead]
You know, when you started getting invited to your ten year high school reunion, time is catching up.
Are you talking about a sense of my own mortality or a fear of death?
Well, I never really thought about it quite like that.
Did you go to yours?
Yes, I did. It was as if everyone swelled.
I'm a professional killer.
Do you have to do post-graduate work for that, or can you just jump right in?
I should have brought my gun.
What was that?
Should be lots of fun!
I do divorce mainly, some property, some personal injury.
Those all seem kinda related.
You must have done some naughty shit there, Bart! There's a contract out on your life. I should know, I was hired to kill you. But I'm not going to do it. It's either because I'm in love with your daughter, or I have a newfound respect for life.
That punk is either in love with that guy's daughter, or he has a newfound respect for life!
You don't need to answer right now, but Debi, will you marry me?
You got my blessing!








