[after stabbing Perez repeatedly]
Who else knows about me? [stabs her again] Who else **** knows about me?!
Everyone!
You lie. You're **** lying...! [kills her]
William Easton
Peter Outerbridge · 15 quotes
Mark Hoffman
Costas Mandylor · 12 quotes
John Kramer
Tobin Bell · 7 quotes
Tapes
7 quotes
Amanda Young
Shawnee Smith · 6 quotes
Jill Tuck
Betsy Russell · 4 quotes
Brent
Devon Bostick · 3 quotes
Dan Erickson
Mark Rolston · 3 quotes
Debbie
Caroline Cave · 3 quotes
Harold Abbott
George Newbern · 3 quotes
Josh
Shawn Mathieson · 3 quotes
Lindsey Perez
Athena Karkanis · 3 quotes
Pamela Jenkins
Samantha Lemole · 3 quotes
Tara
Shauna MacDonald · 3 quotes
Most scenes together: William Easton & John Kramer (3), Mark Hoffman & John Kramer (3), Mark Hoffman & Amanda Young (3)
Saw VI quotes
Page 2 of 7Erickson. I didn't know you ever made it out from behind the desk.
I make exceptions when fingerprints are found at a Jigsaw murder scene.
You're telling me that you can tell a different knife was used from a photo?
Dr. Heffner
No, but I can. I was the one who examined that body. I've examined every victim of the Jigsaw Killer.
... Good work.
Detective Hoffman. How about a quick word?
Pamela Jenkins, the resident Jigsaw sensationalist.
Just reporting the facts, detective.
Is that what you're doing? John Kramer: Conundrum of Carnage.
If you'd like to make a statement on the record, I'd be more than happy to take it.
You're twisting the facts to make a better story. [mocking concern] It's irresponsible.
Simone He did this to me.
Who did this?
Simone Jigsaw.
You didn't cut your own arm off?
Simone I did. I did. But he made me do it.
And why is that?
Simone Because what Eddie and I were doing was wrong. We were ruining people's lives. He wanted us to learn.
And did you?
Simone Look at me. Look at my goddamn arm! [shows him what's left of her left arm] What the **** am I supposed to learn from this?! Huh? Look at my arm! [Hoffman leaves] What?! What am I supposed to learn from this?! Look at me!
Okay, look for a key. There's got to be a key! Look for a key!
[Debbie turns to a nearby shelf and sees an x-ray with a key near the ribcage]
What are you waiting for?!
It's in you!
What?
It's **** inside you! [points to a large stitched cut on William's side]
Oh! Oh, god! Okay, I know we can do this--! [Debbie exits the cage with a power saw] Wait! What the **** are you doing?!
I need that **** key!
Wait, no!
[Debbie attacks him with the power saw. After exchanging a few punches, she prepares to kill him with the power saw.]
I can get it! I can get it! I CAN GET IT!
Stop worrying about me, Debbie. Some small-time lawyer trying to squeeze us is not going to get me to say anything I don't want to say.
I have no doubt about that, but as lead counsel for this company, if you screw up, it comes down on my ass.
[Flashback]
Get used to me, 'cause I'm not going anywhere.
You sure about that? [to John] Amanda will fail you.
We'll see.
Note
[Hoffman writes a letter, which Amanda reads] [Hoffman narrating]
Amanda, you were with Cecil the night Jill lost Gideon.
[Cecil and Amanda hide out at Jill's clinic]
Go. Go. [he stops] What the **** are you doing?
Cecil Adams I don't know about this.
What do you mean you don't know?! Go on, **** pussy! Go! Go! Go!
Cecil Adams Listen to me!
Note
[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] [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.
She doesn't deserve to go free!
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]
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.]
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.
[Flashback]
I just don't get it. I've been with this insurance company for over ten years.
I know, Harold, but unfortunately, when we reviewed your claim, we discovered that you failed to mention a previous condition.
What condition? There's no condition.
This is absurd! I have heart disease. It has nothing to do with some oral surgery that I had 30 years ago!
Any type of oral surgery is going to leave scar tissue. Scar tissue can lead to gum disease, and as you well know, gum disease can cause heart disease.
You know what? You're-You're a criminal. [stands] You are a goddamn criminal. I've paid my monthly premium for ten years without so much as a cold, and now that I'm actually sick, you're gonna deny my coverage? I have a family!
Those are the rules, Harold! I'm sorry, but your own actions have caused this.
You've just given me a death sentence. I mean, who's gonna cover me now? You just killed me.
[Flashback]
I came to talk to you, Will, because I've found a treatment for my cancer that I think holds a lot of promise, but my requests for coverage have all been turned down. So I was hoping that maybe if I came and explained it to you, that you might be able to get that overturned for me.
Well, the buck stops here, John. Fire away.
[hands him a magazine]
This is a doctor in Norway. He's got a thirty to forty percent success rate with gene therapy. He injects what he calls suicide genes into cancerous tumor cells, then an inactive form of a toxic drug is administered and it...
Yes, I'm familiar with the therapy you're talking about.
Right. And a new trial's starting. He's looking for new patients, and he seems to think that I'm the perfect candidate.
John, if your primary physician, Dr. Gordon, thought you were a suitable candidate, he would have pursued it.
Dr. Gordon is a specialist, you know. He's making money on his specialty. He's not a thinker. I mean, the man has his hand on the doorknob half the time that I'm there.
I'm going to be straight with you. At your age, and with the development of your cancer, it's simply not feasible for Umbrella Health--
Wait, wait, wait. What's unfeasible? By whose mathematical equation is this not feasible?
It's policy, John. It's policy. And if you go outside the system to seek out this treatment, which has been deemed ineffective, you will be in breach of policy and dropped from coverage completely. I'm sorry.
[stands, then looks out at the "Dog Pit"]
Did you know that in the Far East, people pay their doctors when they're healthy. When they're sick, they don't have to pay 'em. So basically, they end up paying for what they want, not what they don't want. We've got it all ass-backwards, here. [points to TV] These politicians, they say the same thing, over and over and over again. "Healthcare decisions should be made by doctors and their patients, not by the government." Well, now I know they're not made by doctors and their patients or the government. They're made by the ****in' insurance companies. [looks at William's fish tank] Piranha.
John... please. If you do this, then you'll be on your own and the subsequent cost to you will be staggering.
Don't talk to me about money. I have money. This is about principle. You see, Will... this is my life we're talkin' about. You remember?
What about Jill's life? How's she going to be taken care of when you're gone?
You let me worry about Jill.
The type of cancer you have is malignant and inoperable.
That rolled off your tongue real smooth.
Even if the treatment works, the cancer will return eventually. It's an unwinnable battle.
That was even smoother. As a matter of fact, that was downright slick. You think it's the living who will have ultimate judgement over you, because the dead will have no claim over your soul. But you may be mistaken.
[Flashback]
Sounds like we're in a similar business, John.
Oh, yeah? How's that?
Well, you try to predict people's behavior. So do I. People count on us for coverage, and we have to analyze each person for the probability of success.
How do you do that?
Well, it's a formula. It's pretty complicated, actually, but in essence, it breaks down to monthly payments multiplied by lifespan, minus the probability of illness, and if its sum is positive, we consider coverage.
Who devised that formula?
Me.
So, in a sense... you choose who lives or dies?
[pause]
No, I, uh... No, I'd say I decide which people have the potential to live long, healthy lives.
But you're not taking into consideration the most important human element of all.
Which is what?
The will to live. Until a person is faced with death, it's impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.
[Flashback]
[Hoffman is setting up the Rack trap from Saw III] [wheels John into the room]
Last-minute tweaks? [to John] Told you he'd **** with it.
If you switch the gear ratio, you have to change the gear grease to match the increased friction.
[to Hoffman]
Maybe you should stick to the heavy lifting. [tosses him a grease gun] You need five-weight. It's in the gun.
Check with me next time.
How many next times are there gonna be?
However many there needs to be.
[Hoffman holds up the wheelbarrow with Timothy Young in it and flips him out of it]
That's a human being. Do you like how brutality feels, Mark?
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]
So when's your test, detective?
I don't need one.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah. [grabs Amanda's arm and exposes a cut on her wrist] Because I didn't take my life for granted.
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.
You sure about that?
Shelby [The carousel spins again]
Mr. Easton, listen to me, okay? My parents are sick! Okay? They need me! I'm all they have, please!
Dave You're **** lying! Your parents hate you; they cut you off!
Shelby What?! Shut up! That's not true!
Dave **** you, it is true! I sit next to you!
Gena I-I'm pregnant! I'm-I am pregnant!
No she's not! She's lying! She's **** lying! Mr. Easton, she's lying!
Shelby Mr. Easton, she's lying!
Gena **** you!
Mr. Easton, she is lying!
Gena I'm pregnant!
She's lying!
Gena [The carousel stops on Gena]
No! No, ****! I'm pregnant!
No, she's lying! She's **** lying!
Shelby Mr. Easton! It's not true!
Gena Please! Please!
Gena [The shotgun begins to arm]
****! Push the thing! Push the thing!
She's lying!
Gena No! Mr. Easton, push it! Push the thing!
Oh, God! No!
Gena Push it!
[William approaches Tara and Brent's cell and unknowingly stands on a pressure plate, activating a light near the LIVE/DIE lever]
Please. Forgive me.
Have mercy, please!
Did he show mercy when my husband was suffering?!
He had no choice!
He always had a choice! [to William] The only reason I'm doing this isn't because I can't forgive you for what you did to me. The reason I'm doing this is because I couldn't forgive myself for what you might do to someone else.
Please, no. Please...
You will never kill again. [grabs the lever]
Please. Please. Please...
I can't. [releases the lever and backs away] I can't kill him. I can't.
I can. [grabs the lever]
No, Brent!
You killed my father, you mother****er! [pulls the lever] Now you burn in hell!
[A large platform of needles suddenly swings from the ceiling and slams William against the cell wall. The tank of hydrofluoric acid in Tara and Brent's cell begins pumping into him, and starts disintegrating him.] [Flashback]
John Kramer.
William Easton.
Nice to meet you.
Those are the rules, Harold!
You've just given me a death sentence.
So, in a sense... you choose who lives or dies?
[Present]
No!
[Flashback]
It's policy, John. It's policy.
You think it's the living who will have ultimate judgement over you, because the dead will have no claim over your soul.
[Present]
[William dies] [Flasback]
But you may be mistaken.
[Present]
[William's melted lower half collapses to the floor, spilling his organs]
[William makes it through a doorway with one second to spare]
I did it. I made it. [shouts] I made it!
[Flashback]
If you fail, you will never see your family again.
[Present]
[the walls open, revealing Tara and Brent on one side and Jenkins in the other] [sees Tara and Brent]
What are you doing here?
Will!
Pamela.
[Flashback]
I know it's your birthday, and I'm going to make it up to you. I promise.
Are you really standing up to your sister for work? I'm your only family.
[Present]
Are you okay? [shouts] Let her go! I made it! I won! I followed your **** rules! Now you let her go!
You son of a bitch.
[Flashback]
You've just given me a death sentence. I mean, who's gonna cover me now? You just killed me.
[he heads into another room, with Tara and Brent waiting] [Present]
You're the man who killed my dad.
[John suddenly appears on a TV]
Hello, Tara. My apologies for exposing you and your son to this kind of treatment, but I can assure you it is not without reason. The man before you just made the sacrifices to save the life of a loved one. However, when given the opportunity to save your husband's life, he chose not to. Now, you will be given the power to save a life. Will you grant this man the opportunity to continue living, or will you dispense the same death sentence he issued your husband? Live or die. The choice is yours.
It's not my game?