Carrie CoonQuotes

Peter: Hi, there. Pete Venkman, from the home office. Thanks for pitching in.

Phoebe: You're welcome.

Peter: I like your style. Who's that one?

Callie: [pauses] Callie. Callie Spengler.

Peter: Spengler? Heh, weird name. Try to make the best of that. Alright, we're gonna have cocoa inside. Some of us will have rum with it.

Callie Spenger: Hi!

Gary: Hello, again.

Callie: You... brought them home.

Gary: It's a service I provide. I'm also an escort.... that came out wrong.

Callie: Kinda, yeah.

Gary: Look, the truth is, is that I've always kind of wondered what lurked inside this... haunt-box.

Callie: Right. Well, the only think lurking inside here is my slowly-dying soul.

Gary: Is that what that smell is?

Callie: [chuckles] Well, it's not dinner, so... Uh, would you...?

Gary: Sure!

Callie: Like...?

Gary: Yeah!

Callie: I don't have any food.

Gary: It's fine.

Callie: Tour!

Gary: Great!

Callie: Great.

Meg Greenfield: ...from the majority opinion: In the First Amendment the Founding Fathers gave the free press the protection it must have to fulfill its essential role in our democracy. The press was to serve the governed, not the governors.

Nick Dunne: You fucking cunt!

Amy Dunne: I'm the cunt you married. The only time you liked yourself was when you were trying to be someone this cunt might like. I'm not a quitter, I'm that cunt. I've killed for you; who else can say that? You think you'd be happy with a nice Midwestern girl? No way, baby! I'm it.

Nick Dunne: Fuck. You're delusional. I mean, you're insane, why would you even want this? Yes, I loved you and then all we did was resent each other, and try to control each other, and cause each other pain.

Amy Dunne: That's marriage. Now, I'm getting ready.

Margo Dunne: I can't watch you play house with that thing for the next 18 years!

Nick Dunne: I can't just walk away.

Margo Dunne: You could get custody.

Nick Dunne: No, I won't, and you know it. It's gonna be my child, and I'm not gonna leave it.

Margo Dunne: You wanna stay.

Nick Dunne: I have a responsibility. It's not about what I want anymore.

Margo Dunne: [she chokes up further] You wanna stay with her. You're breaking my heart.

Nick Dunne: Go, you're my voice of reason. I need you with me on this.

Margo Dunne: [sniffling] Of course I'm with you. I was with you before we were even born.

Nick Dunne: ...and, we've been through the darkness. We come out, united. Uh, we communicate. We're honest with each other. We're partners in crime.

Amy Dunne: And?

Nick Dunne: [with a forced smile] And... we're gonna be parents.

Ellen Abbott: [smiling widely; She steps away from her chair and embraces Amy on the couch, as Nick looks away in displeasure] Oh, my goodness! Oh, how exciting!

Nick Dunne: [Amy looks upwards; Amy leans into Nick] What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other? What will we do?

Tanner Bolt: I will drill you as if you were doing a deposition. What to say, what not to say.

Margo Dunne: A trained monkey?

Tanner Bolt: A monkey who doesn't get the lethal injection.

Margo Dunne: [discussing what kind of wood item Nick is going to give to Amy for their fifth wedding anniversary, the "wood" anniversary] So, what'd you get her?

Nick Dunne: There's no good gift for wood.

Margo Dunne: I know. Go home, fuck her brains out, slap her with your penis. "There's some wood for you, bitch.

Margo Dunne: I thought writers hated cliches.

Margo Dunne: (To Nick) Boo hoo ! I lost my job. Guess I'll fuck a teenager.

Margo Dunne: Everyone knows that complicated is a code word for bitch.