Most scenes together: Marv & Lucille (3), Marv & Wendy (2), Dwight & Gail (2)
Excuse me miss, I was wondering if you could help me. I'm looking for someone.
Cold night like this, everyone is looking for someone, stranger.
It's not like that. Her name is Nancy.
Eyes to the stage, pilgrim. She's just warming up.
I'm looking for Nancy Callahan?
Eyes to the stage, pilgrim. She's just warming up.
Irrelevant to said mission is the following query, which I now put forth to you. Wherein this most streamlined and trunkless of transports, boner-inspiring though it may be, wherein are we to reposit our recently deceased cargo?
It is inclement upon me to comment with marked displeasure on your rash impulsiveness in selecting such an eye-catching and impractical car to heist, Mr. Shlubb.
Hey, there is no settling down. This is blood for blood and by the gallons! It's the good old days! The bad days! The all-or-nothing days! They're back! There's no choices left and I'm ready for war.
Prison was hell for you, Marv. It'll be life this time.
Hell is waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here. But I'm out now. It took someone who was kind to me, getting killed to do it. But I'm out and I know exactly what I got to do.
I had to fight some cops.
Oh, that's lovely. You didn't happen to kill any of them, did you?
Not that I know of, but they know they been in a fight, that's for damn sure.
There's no settling down. It's going to be blood for blood and by the gallons. It's the old days. The bad days. The all-or-nothing days. They're back. There's no choices left and I'm ready for war.
Prison was hell for you, Marv. It'll be life this time.
Hell? You don't know what hell is. None of you people do. Hell isn't getting beat up or cut up or hauled in front of some **** jury. Hell is waking up every god damn morning and not knowing why you're even here. Why you're even breathing.
Wait a minute. Why'd she call you Wendy?
Because that's my name, you ape. Goldie was my sister, my twin sister.
I guess she was the nice one.
A worthy concern. Neatly elucidated.
Protest though you might, Mr. Klump, you must nonetheless admit the phallic magistry of said Ferrari's performance. An engine of Cyclopean power throbs beneath this steel stallion's hood.
She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree. I let her hear my footsteps, she only goes stiff for a moment.
Care for a smoke?"
The Customer Sure, I'll take one. Are you as bored by that crowd as I am?
I didn't come here for the party, I came here for you. I've watched you for days, you're everything a man could ever want. It's not just your face, your figure, your voice. It's your eyes, all the things I see in your eyes.
The Customer What is it you see in my eyes?
I see a crazy calm. You're sick of running, you're ready to face what you have to face but you don't want to face it alone.
The Customer No, I don't want to face it alone.
The wind rises electric. She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume with sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be alright. That I'll save her from whatever she's scared of and take her far far away. I tell her I love her. [gunshot] The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she's gone, I will never know what she was running from. I'll cash her check in the morning.
You sat there and took it... when you could've taken my gun away from me any time you wanted to...
Sure, but I thought I might be able to talk some sense into you. And I probably would've had to paste you one, getting the gun and I don't hurt girls.
I'm doing fine, Bob. Never better...ready to kick your ass.
