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"Run for it, Marty!"
"This doesn't make any sense. Why would he get Superboy off the bridge and bring him back here, and then kill him?"
"Ray had a plan. And it got very fucked up."
"Why didn't Superboy go to New York and get some help?"
"I don't know. He's got his Aunt Rosie here, I don't know. Ray's wired into the state police, he's got friends at Internal Affairs, and if he wants someone dead...they're dead anywhere."
"I made a couple of investments for you."
"That's ok."
"What did I buy? I bought a commodity thing and a, an oil well thing and..."
"He just made you ten million dollars!"
"Ten million dollars! Woo-hoo! Yeahaa! Ten million ten million ten million dollars! Ten million ten million ten million dollars! Ten million ten million ten million-"
"No! Damn it! I'm right back where I started, damn it! Jesus. Ten million dollars. Ten million dollars."
"What's the matter Monty? I mean, I make the guy ten million dollars and he acts like it's a funeral. It's American money you know."
"Now wait a minute. Now wait just a minute. Alright now think. Ok, he's in here. Now that doesn't mean he intends to continue his...attack. It is lunchtime, and Chuck's Cafe may be the only place to eat for miles around. He probably eats here all the time, he was just...just moving too fast before and he had to slow down and turn around, that's all...that's all...why didn't I leave right away when I saw his truck outside? Then I'd know what he intends to do. What if he followed me out though, started after me again? I'd be right back where I started, even if I got a lead he'd overtake me soon enough...he's got some...some...some souped-up diesel, my car's just not that powerful I just can't drive eighty or ninety miles an hour, as soon as I stopped concentrating I'd go back to sixty or seventy like I always do it's a habit I can't help it he's just...I...take it easy...just...take it easy..."
"Sir, let me know the exact information you need. I'm going out tonight."
"Right. Open up Harry. We dig, round the clock!"
"Sorry Carter, what is it?"
"I have a problem. There's a man in my office with a gun, who says that he's going to kill me if we don't pay him back $130,000 that one of our lieutenants..."
"$70,000."
"...stole from him."
"Seventy, it's seventy...look, how much is this guy worth to you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, either I get my money or I kill Carter."
"Are you threatening me?"
"No I'm not threatening you, I'm threatening Carter."
"An audacious man. Who are you?"
"My money, yes or no."
"...No."
"............Carter? Carter? Carter? What's going on there?"
"...You just don't get it do you, you dumb fuck..."
"Carter, talk to me! Carter?"
"Call Fairfax and tell him I just croaked Carter, and he's next. And after that, I'm coming to get you."
"You ever read about the Balinese way of dreaming?"
"No."
"They got a whole system they call 'dream skills'. So, if you have a nightmare, for instance like falling, right?"
"Yeah."
"Instead of screaming and getting nuts, you say, okay, I'm gonna make up my mind that I fall into a magic world where I can get something special, like a poem or song."
"They get all their art literature from dreams. Just wake up and write it down. Dream skills."
"And what if they meet a monster in their dream? Then what?"
"They turn their back on it. Takes away its energy, and it disappears."
"What happens if they don't do that?"
"I guess those people don't wake up to tell what happens."
"How many leads have we got?"
"The Glengarry...the premium leads? I'd say we got five thousand. Five. Five thousand leads."
"And you're saying a fella could take and sell these leads to Jerry Graff."
"Yes."
"How do you know he'd buy them?"
"Graff? Because I worked for him."
"You haven't talked to him."
"No. What do you mean? Have I talked to him about this?"
"Yes. I mean are you actually talking about this, or are we just..."
"No, we're just..."
"We're just "talking" about it."
"We're just speaking about it."
"As an idea."
"As an idea."
"I must say I find your attitude fairly incomprehensible. I feel I must warn you, Cooper, that we cannot tolerate this kind of absenteeism amongst our junior staff. You've got a good steady job here Cooper. Plenty of young men would give their eye teeth to be in your shoes."
"Yeah? Well find one then."
"I beg your pardon!"
"You heard I said find one then. Yeah I'll tell you what you can do with your 'eye teeth' and your job. You can take that mail, and that franking machine and all that other rubbish I have to go about with, and you can stuff them right up your arse!"
"Why didn't you tell me about Schneider before?"
"I thought I'd lost him."
"Well you've found him again and we're going to have to do something about it. What else haven't you been telling me?"
"Nothing, that's all there is."
"Hold still."
"Why did you move out of your room?"
"It was too noisy."
"You can't play your friends like marks Hooker. You know how easy it would be for one of Lonegan's guys to get you?"
"All we need is a couple of days and we can get the son of a bitch and nail him."
"You just won't learn will you. I ask you to come in here, I teach you stuff that maybe five guys in the whole world know, stuff that most grifters couldn't do even if they knew it, and all you want to do is run down a bullet."
"I'm asking a couple of days that's all, I can stay clear that long."
"Christ, they'll probably miss you and hit me."
"Tom! It got out! It came to life and it got out! They regenerate."
"It's like annelids, like worms. Cut them in half and you can't kill them. There's no telling how many of them are out there. Get the hammer and nails!"
"It's like being nailed in your own coffin..."
"You realise you're making a grave mistake? Boy are you two going to be sorry. Do you know who I am?"
"Yeah. 'Winthorpe, Louis the third'."
"I know I know I'm permitted two phone calls, just point me to the phone."
"Take off your clothes."
"Now wait a minute, I know my rights."
"Take off your clothes!"
"You are making a career decision here. Now you'd better think about it because it's something that you are going to have to live with for the rest of your life."
"Strip you little shit, before I tear you a new asshole!"
"If you only knew the power of the dark side. Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father."
"He told me enough! It was you who killed him."
"No. I am your father."
"No. No. That's not true! That's impossible!"
"How bad is it?"
"Well right now I'm wanted for stealing cars, armed robbery, resisting arrest and three murders. Murder's the only thing I didn't do."
"Have you ever killed anybody?"
"What?"
"Have you ever killed anyone?"
"No!"
"But in your work it's a possibility?"
"Well maybe."
"So it's only a matter of time."
"Bill and Linda are dead."
"...I don't believe it."
"Someone got greedy."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well that's what greedy people do. Ain't that what you're always telling me?"
"You're feeling alright Marty? You've been getting plenty of rest?"
"Yeah, but Doc, exactly what are we gonna do at 1am?"
"You want me to spoil it for you? Don't worry about it, it'll be great."
"You're not planning on breaking into another power plant or something...? That was kinda risky."
"That's the point, Marty. Risk! Risk makes life worth living! What would you rather do, sleep?"
"You okay?"
"Naw man. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay."
"What now?"
"What now? Well let me tell you what now. I'm gonna call a couple pipe-hittin' niggers, who'll go to work on homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. Hear me talkin' hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'm gonna get Medieval on your ass."
"I meant what now, between me and you."
"Oh, that what now? Well, let me tell ya what now between me an' you. There is no me an' you. Not no more."
"So we're cool?"
"Yeah man, we're cool. One thing I ask - two things I ask: don't tell nobody about this. This shit's between me and you and the soon-to-be-livin'-the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-agonizing-pain, Mr. Rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business. Two: leave town. Tonight. Right now. And when you're gone, stay gone. You've lost your Los Angeles privileges. Deal?"
"Deal."
"Hi, I hope you don't mind, I got up a little early so I took the liberty of milking your cow for you. Took a little while to get her warmed up. She sure is a stubborn one."
"We don't have a cow. We have a bull."
"I'll brush my teeth."
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"Yeah, and monkeys might fly out of my butt."