Jigsaw: Hello, America. Do you wanna play a game?
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Jigsaw: Hello, Kerry. I want to play a game. Up until now, you have spent your life among the dead, piecing together their final moments. You're good at this because, you, like them, are also dead. Dead, on the inside. You identify more with a cold corpse then with a living human. I believe you want to join your true family, indeed your only family... In death. The device you're wearing is hooked into your rib cage. By the time this tape is finished, you will have one minute to find a way out. At the end of that minute... You should know better then anyone, what happens than. There is a simple key that will unlock the harness, Kerry. It is right infront of you. All you have to do is reach in and take it, but do it quickly. The acid will dissolve the key in a matter of seconds. Make Your choice.
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Eric Matthews: You're not Jigsaw, bitch!
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Jigsaw: Game Over!
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Jigsaw: Welcome to your first test, Jeff. For the past three years, you've cursed all those you thought were responsible for the death of your son. You've fantasized about those accountable, will pay. Well, you'll find a woman in front of you chained in place. This will prevent her from running, much like she did on the day your son was hit. Her name is Denica Scott. She was the only witness present at the scene of your son's untimely demise. For her own self absorption and cowardice, she didn't help your sons killer in justice. Now it is you, who has a chance to bring her into justice. Behind the pipes on the back wall, you will find the key that will free her and bring you one step closer to the man responsible for the loss of your child. Will you use the key to, only save yourself? Or can you find it with in you to save another? Make your choice...
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Jigsaw: Hello, Jeff. I made this tape as an insurance policy, if you will. And if you're listening to it, then it's time to collect. I was your final test, of forgiveness and if you're listening to this then you've failed. Now you must pay the price. The price for living with nothing but vengence. Now I will give you something to live for. I told you, that you could kill me Jeff... But I didn't tell you why. The answer is simple. I am the person responsible for the loss of your child. I am the only person who knows... where your DAUGHTER is. She only has a limited supply of air, Jeff... and if you want to get her back, you'll have to play a game.
Jeff: Noooooooooo! Noooo! NO!
Dr. Lynn Denlon: Jeff!
[device around Lynn's throat explodes]
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Jigsaw: Never been better.
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Troy: Help!
Jigsaw: Hello, Troy. I want to play a game. This game will take place in a room not much bigger than the room you spent most of your life in. A prison cell. Despite all the advantages and priveleges that were given to you at birth, you returned to prison again and again. More comfortable in chains than you are in freedom. Tonight, we will see how far you are willing to go to break those chains once and for all. Live or die, Troy. Make your choice.
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Jigsaw: Live or die Jeff... make our choice
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Dr. Lynn Denlon: What do you want?
Jigsaw: I wanna play a game.
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Amanda: So?
Dr. Lynn Denlon: My twenty second analysis without any medical equipment is that his brain is herniating.
Amanda: [sarcastically] Oh.
Dr. Lynn Denlon: He needs to go to the hospital and have an operation to decompress his brain.
Amanda: [whispers] Come here. No, really, come here. Come here.
Dr. Lynn Denlon: No.
Amanda: [whispers] Let me ask you something.
[grabs Lynn by the hair]
Amanda: Did I bring John to you? Or did I bring your self-centered ass to him?
[whispers]
Amanda: Now you better start fucking paying attention. No one's going to any hospital.
[forcibly lets Lynn go]
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Amanda: I'm sorry. I know it's hard to concentrate when you're surrounded by so many things you could kill me with. Like this axe I saw you looking at.
[holds the axe out to Lynn]
Amanda: Take it. Please, it's yours. Come on. I'd go for the neck, but I'm not the brain surgeon. Just do it quietly so John doesn't hear me die. Otherwise, he's like to get upset, rip off his heart rate monitor - *boom*! Then, you just have to find the sensor and disarm it so that you can walk more than thirty feet out that door without the collar detonating. Or, you could try and take the collar off yourself. That could be tricky. The slightest knock in the wrong place could trigger it. I should know. I built it.
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Dr. Lynn Denlon: I have the instruments to cut someone open. I don't have the tools to save a life.
Amanda: [glances down at the reverse beartrap on the ground] You'd be surprised what tools can save a life.
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Amanda: [to Lynn] Let me give you the simple version. You will keep him alive, whatever it takes. No excuses, no equivocations.
[whispers]
Amanda: No crying.
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Amanda: So?
Dr. Lynn Denlon: My twenty second analysis without any medical equipment is that his brain is herniating.
Amanda: [sarcastically] Oh.
Dr. Lynn Denlon: He needs to go to the hospital and have an operation to decompress his brain.
Amanda: [whispers] Come here. No, really, come here. Come here.
Dr. Lynn Denlon: No.
Amanda: [whispers] Let me ask you something.
[grabs Lynn by the hair]
Amanda: Did I bring John to you? Or did I bring your self-centered ass to him?
[whispers]
Amanda: Now you better start fucking paying attention. No one's going to any hospital.
[forcibly lets Lynn go]
Dr. Lynn Denlon: I can't perform miracles. You're giving him painkillers - for a tumor like this he needs steroids, prednisones.
Amanda: [sarcastically] Oh, good, yeah.
[yells]
Amanda: Maybe we could try some corticosteroids, you know, like dexamethasone. Why don't you fucking tell me something that I don't know! Stupid cunt!
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Jigsaw: Death is a surprise party.
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Dr. Lynn Denlon: I don't know what you think you know, but my family has gone through more suffering than someone like you could even begin to comprehend.
Jigsaw: Suffering? You haven't seen anything yet.
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Dr. Lynn Denlon: [during the surgery] How do you feel, John?
Jigsaw: Never better.
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Judge Halden: Don't become what he is!
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Jeff: [while the Judge is screaming for his life] Shut the fuck up...
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Jigsaw: Jeff, When the judge presiding over your case sentenced your boy's murderer so lightly... your soul never recovered. Now, you have the... power to... sentence his soul straight to hell. Or you could forgive... Let the game begin.
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Amanda: Eric Matthews? I'll tell you about Eric Matthews. Eric Matthews learned *nothing* from your test.
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Dr. Lynn Denlon: You're asking me to do the impossible.
Amanda: I'm not asking you.
[referring to Jigsaw]
Amanda: He is.
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Amanda: Yeah, that's right. I'm a murderer.
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Amanda: [to Dr. Lynn Denlon] I'm sorry - it must be distracting when there are so many things here you could kill me with.