Helen HuntQuotes

Betty Ann Fitzgerald: You hate any woman that doesn't have a double digit IQ.

Betty Ann Fitzgerald: You don't have a kosher bone in your body.

Teri MacDonald: [last lines] You're free.

Truman Gates: [about his family] Listen, you'd best wait here. They ain't real quick to strangers.

Jessie Gates: I'm your wife.

Truman Gates: No I ain't talking about you, honey. I'm talking about me.

Arlene McKinney: I won't.

Eugene Simonet: I don't wanna spend another second without you.

Arlene McKinney: Get out!

Ricky McKinney: Huh? You know, I liked you a whole lot better when you had a few drinks in you!

Ricky McKinney: You want me out of the house? I'm out!

Arlene McKinney: [to Trevor McKinney; A beat.] Sorry. I think I made a mistake.

Trevor McKinney: Everybody makes mistakes.

Arlene McKinney: I want you to understand.

Eugene Simonet: Oh, it's not necessary. Really. No explanation required.

Arlene McKinney: Wait. Please don't talk to me like that. We had 13 years in, Eugene. He's sober now. We've never been sober together.

Eugene Simonet: Well, I wish you luck.

Arlene McKinney: I - I feel like I gotta give him a chance.

Eugene Simonet: A chance. A chance for what?

Arlene McKinney: To change. To try to make up for lost time.

Eugene Simonet: Oh, what? To take Trevor to some ball games? Do some real daddy things with him?

Arlene McKinney: Yeah. He promised to try. What do you want me to do?

Eugene Simonet: Oh, I don't know. Be smart.

Arlene McKinney: He's his father, Eugene.

Eugene Simonet: He impregnated you, Arlene. In what other way has he been a father to Trevor? Unless knocking somebody around is a new family value.

Arlene McKinney: What are you talking about? He never touched Trevor.

Eugene Simonet: [A beat.] Oh, that's right. Only you. He only took it out on you. That's so much better.

Arlene McKinney: What did Trevor tell you?

Eugene Simonet: [A beat.] Enough. Christ, Arlene, secrets like that shouldn't be kept. What good does it do Trevor?

Arlene McKinney: You weren't there. Ricky never meant to hit me. We were drunk.

Eugene Simonet: Christ! What is it with women like you? Is that really something you tell yourself? "Oh, it's okay. He beat me. Trevor's okay"? Trevor has locked himself in a bathroom, and he can't breathe, and he's - and he's hoping and praying that it will stop!

Arlene McKinney: Trevor never went through that.

Eugene Simonet: How do you know what Trevor went through? How do you know? How do you know the next time, after you, he doesn't come for Trevor? I know what I'm talking about, Arlene! My father got on his knees and begged my mother, and my mother, she always took him back. I never understood it. She'd cover the bruises and the cuts, and she'd take him back. Because he begged, and he cried. And now, you ask me what happened after he came back.

Arlene McKinney: No.

Eugene Simonet: No! Go on! You said you wanted to know what happened to me! Now, ask me!

Arlene McKinney: I don't like this.

Eugene Simonet: [A beat.] Did he hurt you, Eugene? Ask me!

Arlene McKinney: Did he hurt you?

Eugene Simonet: Not for long. By 13, I was gone. I ran away. But, I missed her. So, I had to go back and see her. And so one night, I did. Now, ask me what happened that night. What happened that night you came back, Eugene?

Arlene McKinney: What happened?

Eugene Simonet: [A beat.; He cries. A beat.; A beat.] He was there. Drunk as usual. Only this time, I wasn't the same. I was 16 years old, and I was no longer afraid of him. And when I looked him in the eye and told him if he ever touched her again, I would kill him, he knew. He knew that he would never exist for me again. And I'm standing in front of the house, I'm telling her, I'm screaming for her to come out. I'm telling her she doesn't have to - she doesn't have to take it anymore. She really doesn't. She can come with me now. I don't even see it coming. He hits me in the side of the head with a two-by-four, and I'm bleeding from my ear. And then he's dragging me. He's dragging me behind the house and into the garage and then he's gone. A minute. Five minutes. I don't know. And then he's back, and he's wetting me down. He's wetting me down, and I don't understand. I don't understand why water should smell so bad. I don't understand. And then I see it. I see . . . this . . . gas can. This red gas can from his truck. And he looks at me one last time, and he lights a match. And the last thing I remember, and I'll never forget it, were his eyes. His eyes, because they were filled with this . . . immense . . . satisfaction.

Arlene McKinney: I'm so sorry.

Eugene Simonet: [A beat.] Don't. Don't! Don't! Don't tell me how sorry you are for me! Just tell me how you're going to stop it happening to Trevor!

Arlene McKinney: He would never do that.

Eugene Simonet: Oh, Jesus, Arlene. He doesn't have to. All he has to do is not love him.

Eugene Simonet: Trevor!

Trevor McKinney: It worked!

Eugene Simonet: Oh, God!

Eugene Simonet: Does he always get up this early?

Arlene McKinney: What?

Eugene Simonet: Oh my God! This is not good. He just saw me.

Arlene McKinney: It's okay.

Eugene Simonet: It's not. I'm his teacher.

Trevor McKinney: Now, you have to pay it forward, too! Eugene?

Eugene Simonet: I think you should still call me Mr. Simonet.

Trevor McKinney: You had a sleepover, didn't you?

Eugene Simonet: Why don't you go back to bed?

Trevor McKinney: Why?

Eugene Simonet: It's too early for you to be up, and I've got to get to school anyway.

Trevor McKinney: No, it's not. It's no early. No, it's a Sunday.

Eugene Simonet: It's a Sunday?

Trevor McKinney: Yeah.

Eugene Simonet: [to Arlene McKinney] It's a Sunday?

Arlene McKinney: It's a Sunday.

Trevor McKinney: So, stay. So, stay. My mom will make you breakfast. She makes great eggs.

Eugene Simonet: No, I can't. You don't understand. I have a whole schedule that you don't know about. And I do it every Sunday, and now, it's all gone cuckoo-ey.

Trevor McKinney: Well, all right. We'll bring everything here. Come on.

Eugene Simonet: [to Arlene McKinney] Will you please take care of him. I'll call you later, all right.

Arlene McKinney: All right.

Eugene Simonet: Bye.

Trevor McKinney: Don't be a stranger!

Arlene McKinney: My God, Trevor!

Trevor McKinney: You like him?

Arlene McKinney: Do you look down on me?

Eugene Simonet: What?

Arlene McKinney: Do you look down on me?

Eugene Simonet: No.

Arlene McKinney: Cause I don't talk like you. I haven't read the stuff you read.

Eugene Simonet: What are you talking about? That's not pertinent, and you know it.

Arlene McKinney: Don't talk to me like that!

Eugene Simonet: Well, I'm sorry, but that's the way I talk, you know. Words are all I have.

Arlene McKinney: Why? Why? Cause you think you look like shit? Is that it? I don't care about your burns, Eugene, if that's even what they are. Is that what they are?

Eugene Simonet: Yes.

Arlene McKinney: [A beat.] Okay, well, whatever happened to you, you look good to me.

Eugene Simonet: You look good to me, too.

Arlene McKinney: [A beat.] Okay. So?

Eugene Simonet: [A beat.] So, I've never been here before.

Arlene McKinney: Okay. So, you're scared. I'm scared, too. Listen. Bad things have happened to me, okay? I can't take my shirt off with a guy without five beers in me, but I want that with you. More than I'm scared, I want that.

Eugene Simonet: [A beat.] You don't see me. All right? My life . . . my life is familiar. My life is . . . it's manageable. It's manageable. Everyday . . . I have a thing I do everyday. It's all I've ever known. And it's a routine and as long as I have that, as long as I have that, I'm okay. I'm okay. If I don't have it, I'm lost.

Arlene McKinney: So, is that all you want? Your goddamn manageable day?

Eugene Simonet: It's what I have.

Arlene McKinney: No, it isn't.

Eugene Simonet: It is what I've always had.

Arlene McKinney: Is it what you want?

Eugene Simonet: Yes, it's what I want!

Arlene McKinney: I don't believe you.

Arlene McKinney: Okay. If that's the best I got.

Eugene Simonet: It's not about you.

Arlene McKinney: Yes, it is! Something's been offered to you here, and you don't want it! Maybe you're scared to get rejected. Well, I can't reject you! You're too quick for me!

Arlene McKinney: I gotta take a shower.

Trevor McKinney: No. What?

Arlene McKinney: I smell horrible.

Trevor McKinney: No you don't. No, you smell good. You smell like, uh, roses or something.

Arlene McKinney: Let me just wash under my arms really quick -

Arlene McKinney: Are you sure?

Trevor McKinney: Yeah, yeah, I'm sure.

Eugene Simonet: Okay. You know, I'm gonna have to consult my spirit guides here, because you tell me that Trevor is withholding from you, but you won't tell me anything specific, and you still want me to sit here and divine why.

Arlene McKinney: Divine why"? You always talk like that?

Eugene Simonet: Yes.

Arlene McKinney: You go to some big, fancy school?

Eugene Simonet: Yes.

Arlene McKinney: Think you could stop rubbing my nose in it?

Jerry: [A beat.] You ever been on the street?

Arlene McKinney: My mom took us pretty close.

Jerry: Well, you can't know. Not until you're looking at a dumpster. But when you climb into that thing for the first time, and you pull those newspapers over you, that's when you know that you've messed your life up. Somebody comes along like your son and gives me a leg up, I'll take it. Even from a kid, I'll take it.

Arlene McKinney: Mr. Simonet?

Eugene Simonet: Yes, I'm Eugene . . .

Eugene Simonet: [A beat.] . . . uh, Simonet.

Arlene McKinney: Hello.

Eugene Simonet: [A beat.] Hello.

Arlene McKinney: What is this assignment?

Eugene Simonet: Scuse me?

Arlene McKinney: [A beat.] What did you tell my son to make him bring a homeless man into my house?

Eugene Simonet: Uh, I have two problems. One, I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about and two, I don't know who you are.

Arlene McKinney: Arlene McKinney. My boy is in your social studies class. Trevor.

Eugene Simonet: [A beat. He notices some confusion on Arlene's face.] Trevor. He's very attentive. He's very, uh, exigent, which I like. Exigent. It's challenging, testing -

Arlene McKinney: I know what it means. Would you like to tell me why my kid brought a bum into my house?

Eugene Simonet: I have no idea.

Arlene McKinney: Bullshit.

Eugene Simonet: Mrs. McKinney, I don't know how your son interpreted the assignment.

Arlene McKinney: [A beat.] How do you think he interpreted it?

Eugene Simonet: Well, I don't know. My suggestion to you is if you wanna know, why don't you go home and talk to your son?

Arlene McKinney: Hey! I talked to him.

Eugene Simonet: [A beat. He points to the board.; A beat.] Really? Then, why did you come all the way down here to ask me what the assignment is? It's not a state secret.

Arlene McKinney: [A beat.] Yeah? And?

Eugene Simonet: It's an assignment I give out at the beginning of every year to inspire. I don't expect them to actually change the world.

Arlene McKinney: You don't expect them to change the -

Eugene Simonet: Excuse me. It's to get them to think, not walk on water. It's a very good assignment.

Arlene McKinney: You give them an assignment you don't think they can do? What kinda teacher are you?

Eugene Simonet: I didn't say that. You know, they make attempts. Every now and then, they clean up a little graffiti before they lose interest -

Arlene McKinney: [A beat.] Hey! This is my kid. You don't know him. You tell him he can do something, and he's gonna believe you. And when he can't, it's gonna wipe him out. They oughta fire your ass outta here right now.

Eugene Simonet: Well, they probably won't do that because I fill a very excellent quota. I'm just this side of parking in the blue zone.

Arlene McKinney: [A beat.] Oh, so you think you can do whatever you want just cause your face is messed up?

Eugene Simonet: [A beat.] Mrs. McKinney, why don't you put down in writing your little and loud complaints, and I'll make sure they get put in the suggestion box.

Arlene McKinney: Jesus. You are really somethin'.

Eugene Simonet: Thanks. I appreciate the euphemism. I always wanted to be somethin'.

Arlene McKinney: Sit down, I want to talk to you.

Trevor McKinney: You want to lie to me.

Arlene McKinney: [to Trevor; A beat.; A beat.; A beat.] , so I'm just gonna tell you the truth. I have a problem. I have a really bad problem. I gotta stop.

Tom Hamilton: What is it that I'm not hearing?

Cheri Hamilton: You can't just fix everything just by shear will.

Tom Hamilton: If she gives up, she will never get back into the water and she will never be the same.

Cheri Hamilton: She will never be the same, and if she thinks surfing is the only life out there and she can't make that happen then she's going to be lost, really really lost.

Darcy McGuire: [Thinking; turns around and looks away, then back at him, but...; Nick ruffles his pants; Darcy covers her eyes with her hands as Nick laughs] I'm flirting, what is wrong with me? Oh, God, I just looked at his penis! I just hope he didn't see me... Oh shit, I just looked at it again! Stop it!

Darcy McGuire: What kind of knight in shining armor would I be if the man I love needs rescuing and I just let him walk out my door?

Darcy McGuire: Then don't let a little thing like me firing you stand in your way.

Carol Connelly: [to Melvin Udall] When you first came into breakfast, when I first saw you, I thought you were handsome. Then, of course, you spoke.

Carol Connelly: [to Melvin Udall; She stops herself from saying "sexy" and regathers.] You look so s- . . . You look, uh, great. You look great.

Carol Connelly: [to Melvin Udall] I want your life for one minute where my biggest problem is someone offering me a free convertible so I can get outta this city.

Carol Connelly: [to Melvin Udall; raising her voice] If you ever mention my son again, you will never be able to eat here again. Do you understand? Give me some sign you understand, or leave now. Do you understand me, you crazy fuck?

Allan: Hey, Jo, Bill, check out that sky!

Jo: [Turns to kiss Bill] You know what? I think we've seen enough.

Jo: Bill?

Bill: Why didn't you tell me?

Jo: Bill, don't!

Joey: Uh, what?

Jonas: [Bill punches Jonas off his hat and slams him against his D.O.T.3 system] And what will soon be the center of all studies- Hey! Hey! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!

Bill: You son-of-a-bitch! What, did you think I wasn't gonna find out?

Jonas: Hey guys, get this loser off of me!

Jonas's team member #1: Alright! Back off! Back off!

Jonas's team member #2: Put your malfunction, man!

Joey: Come on, he's not worth it!

Jonas: What is the matter with you?!

Bill: [Tries to push at Jonas again] You stole my design, you son of a bitch!

Joey: Calm down!

Jonas: [Pushes Bill back] What the hell are you talking about?!

Bill: DOROTHY. You took her, you damn THIEF!

Jonas: [Realizes what Bill is talking about and smiles] Oh, I get it. You wanna take credit for my designs, is that it?

Bill: You're a liar. She was our idea and you know it!

Jonas: Unrealized idea. Unrealized.

Bill: [Tries to attack Jonas again, Jo helps stop it] That thing ain't worth shit!

Jo: Hey! Hey, guys! Bill! Guys! GUYS!!! Oh my guys! Get a grip on yourselves. We both know they'll never get that thing up in the air.

Joey: That's right!

Jonas: Well, let me enlighten you people. This baby has satellite com-link. We've got an onboard pulse Doppler, and we've got NEXRAD real-time. Today, we're gonna make history. So stick around, cause the days of sniffing the dirt are over.

Rabbit: Better than what you sniff.

Bill: We'll see who gets it first, PAL.

Jonas: [Referring to Bill's new weatherman job; Laughs and walks away] Oh, and by the way... I really enjoy your weather reports.

Bill: [Tries to go after Jonas again] JEEZ, YOU SLIME!!! I'm not through with you, yet!

Rabbit: Alright! Alright!

Bill: Come on! Come here! Come on! Come on! Get your hands off of me! Let go of me! OKAY!!!

Sanders: He's a corporate kiss-butt, man!

Jo: [Walks to Bill] I'm sorry. I should've told you.

Bill: [Glaring at Jo] ONE DAY. I'll give you one day. Whether she flies or not, I'm gone.

Rabbit: You know, Jo, some of us couldn't help but notice how close we are to Wakita.

Jo: No.

Sanders: Aunt Meg wouldn't mind a pit stop, right?

Jo: No!

Dusty: Red meat! We crave sustenance!

Dusty: F-food!

Rest of the Team: Food! FOOD!

Jo: Hey! We're absolutely not going!

Jo: [Jo's truck falls from the sky in the way of Melissa. Melissa screams hysterically, while at the same time able to swerve around it] Where's my truck? There it is.

Bill: Melissa?!

Dusty: Did you just miss that truck? That's AWESOME! That's AWESOME!

Jo: Debris! Dusty, we have debris!

Bill: DEBRIS!!

Jo: RIGHT!!

Bill: What now?!

Jo: [breathlessly] I have no idea!

Melissa: I was just wondering why do you call Billy "The Extreme"?

Dusty: Cause Billy is The Extreme.

Preacher: Bill is most out-of-control sonofabitch in the gang!

Bill: [Gives Jo a look, who smirks back] No, I think I came in 2nd.

Dusty: Oh, I've seen The Extreme in high gear.

Jo: [Leaves to take a shower] You guys need to come up with some new stories. I'm gonna go clean up.

Dusty: So we get this one near Daleton right?

Rabbit: Oh, god.

Dusty: And we are way too close. And Jo's got the vid on it right, she's filming it. And all of the sudden outta nowhere, this shitty lookin green Valiant comes pulling up right in the way.

Beltzer: [points to Bill] And this loser stumbles out of the car, he's got like a bottle of Jack Daniel's in his hand...

Dusty: He is naked!

Rabbit: He is buck naked.

Beltzer: Naked!

Bill: [laughter] NOT naked! I was not naked!

Beltzer: [whispering into Melissa's ear] He was without apparel.

Bill: Half naked.

Dusty: [laughter] Naked. Ok, so Jo's yelling at him to get out of the way, right? And he just strolls up to the twister, says have a drink', and he chucks the bottle into the twister, and it NEVER hits the ground.

Beltzer: The twister caught it and sucked it right up!

Bill: Honey, this is a tissue full of lies. See, there was another Bill, an evil Bill, and I killed him.

Dusty: I LOVE THIS GUY!

Jo: [After her truck is destroyed, looking over at Bill's truck] Do you have full coverage on that truck?

Bill: Liability only.

Jo: Liability only...Well, it's a very pretty truck.

Melissa: Thank you.

Bill: [Jo looks at him] Don't even think about it. NO WAY.

Dusty: Well, there's some good news. It DID fly. What was it like?

Jo: ...It was windy.

Dusty: [Chuckles] Windy. That's intense.

Jo: Alright, get out of the way, Dusty.

Dusty: That's intense. That's intense.

Jo: Where's the road Rabbit?!

Rabbit: It should be any second!

Preacher: HELLO. Shit.

Jo: Beltzer will tell us if drops near us!

Bill: It's not gonna drop near us, its gonna drop right on us!

Dusty: [after Jo and Bill drive through an explosion] Jo, Bill did you see that explosion?

Jo: ...We saw it.

Bill: [they scream as they drive through the house and out the other side] I think we're going in! ...Maybe we should get off this road.

Jo: I think you're right.

Jo: [after finding a barn full of sharp instruments] Oh my God, who are these people?!

Bill: I don't think so!

Jo: What're you doing? What're you doing?!

Bill: Look at the updraft, the angle. It's gonna shift its track.

Jo: Are you sure?

Bill: Oh yeah, it's definitely a sidewinder...It'll move left.

Melissa: Is that bad?

Bill: Wasn't there a road back there–?

Jo: [Sees what Bill saw] You're right. Go, go, go, go, go!

Melissa: [Her phone rings. She answers] Hello? Donald, now's not a very good time for me, I'm – okay, put Julia on...

Jonas: Looking good, looking very good. Alright, now about four miles south, hang a right, let's deploy, and we'll be done.

Eddie: Uh, Dr. Miller?

Jonas: [Looks up and sees the tornado's new heading] Shit, shit, IT'S MOVING AWAY! God!

Eddie: [Sees Bill's team down a different road] Looks like they're gonna intercept.

Jonas: [Looks with his binoculars in surprise at where Bill's team is] Dammit, Tony, I thought you told me this thing was gonna stay on the same heading!

Bill: Hiya, Jo.

Jo: Hey, Bill. I'm happy you found us.

Bill: How're you doing?

Jo: [Briefly looks up at the gathering storm clouds and smiles wide] It's going good. Did you see the sky today?

Bill: Yeah, she's, uh, she's really talking.

Jo: [Tosses some electrical cables to Bill, who only catches them at the last second; [w:National Severe Storms Laboratory|NSSL] Catch. It's the biggest series of storms in 12 years; one lined up right after another. ] says they've never seen anything like it.

Kelly Frears: Merry Christmas.

Chuck Noland: I thought you were gonna stiff me.

Kelly Frears: No.

Chuck Noland: What is the ribbon? Is it a thousand-pound test fishing line or something?

Kelly Frears: [hands Chuck his pocket knife] Here's your fancy thing.

Chuck Noland: Thanks. I love the wrapping. And I love the box.

Kelly Frears: Good.

Chuck Noland: [opens the box, revealing a gold pocket watch] Oh. Oh, my. Oh, that is terrific.

Kelly Frears: My grandaddy used it on the Southern Pacific.

Chuck Noland: [opens the watch lid, sees Kelly's picture inside; sets the watch] Hey, I took this. This is my favorite picture of you. You know what I'm gonna do? I'm always gonna keep this on Memphis time. Kelly time. Now, you haven't said anything about your presents; is there a problem?

Kelly Frears: No! I'm sorry, no! I love em. Look at my journal, ah!

Chuck Noland: What about the pager?

Kelly Frears: Real leather, the pages have gold on em.

Chuck Noland: Did you like the pager or not?

Kelly Frears: Yes. Look at him in his little blue Russian house there.

Chuck Noland: I'm Russian.

Kelly Frears: My God. And it's not one of those loud ones, right?

Chuck Noland: No, you can program it so it vibrates and lights up, and you can see it in the dark.

Kelly Frears: It seems like a real nice pager.

Chuck Noland: Sorry about the hand towels.

Kelly Frears: No, no, I love em.

Chuck Noland: You're hard to shop for.

Kelly Frears: Every time I wash my hands, I will think of you.

Chuck Noland: [kisses Kelly] All right, I gotta go. Merry Christmas.

Kelly Frears: Merry Christmas.

Chuck Noland: I love you.

Kelly Frears: [Chuck gets out of the car and starts walking to the plane] I love you too. Chuck! Keys!

Chuck Noland: [hands Kelly a small box] You know, that reminds me. I almost forgot. I have one more present for you. Only this isn't an "open the car" kind of present, like, say, hand towels, which were a joke, by the way.

Kelly Frears: I'm terrified.

Chuck Noland: [he kisses her one last time, then walks to the plane and calls back] Just take it and hold onto it, and you can open it on New Year's Eve. And I love you. I'll be right back!