Tom NoonanQuotes

Cain: You want me?

RoboCop: Dead or alive.

Cain: One of us must die.

RoboCop: Dead, then.

Officer Duffy: [Struggles to move] Hey, Cain! Hey, it's good to see you. Thanks for getting me out. I can't get up.

Hob: [Smugly] You noticed that one.

Officer Duffy: [Nervously] Cain, I don't know what that kid told you...

Angie: You told them, Duffy. You told them where we were.

Officer Duffy: [Quickly] No, that's not true!

Hob: We know all about it, Duffy.

Angie: You think you're the only cop we have?

Officer Duffy: [Frightened; Tries to laugh it off] Oh, SHIT!!! Cain. Cain, come on. Man, I'm begging you, man! Look, I'll do anything! Okay. You're kidding, right? Yeah, you're just kidding. You scaring me. You taught me a lesson, man. I'd never fuck with you, because I really love you guys. Really! I really do!

Hob: Shut up.

Officer Duffy: Look, I've been loyal! I know shit that I still haven't even told you, Cain!

Angie: You deserve this, Duffy. Cain might've been killed!

Officer Duffy: Okay, okay.

Surgeon: [To Cain; Duffy, worried, glances at the surgeon then to Cain] You know, maybe you ought to have the kid leave.

Cain: [Flatly; The surgeon shrugs] Why?

Officer Duffy: [Tries to laugh it off; Mockingly; Cain glares down at him, while Angie's smile fades into a worried pout; The Surgeon takes a scalpel and prepares to cut open his chest] What do you mean, "have the kid leave"? That's a good touch. That's a good touch. "Have the kid leave." That's good. "Have the kid leave." "Why?" Come on. It's over. Come on, Cain! Come on, man. What are you doing? No! Come on...!

Angie: [Gasps in terror] You said you were just gonna scare him!

Cain: [Flatly; He grabs Hob's head and forces him to watch as Duffy continues to scream] Doesn't he look scared?

Reba McClane: Who is it?

Francis Dollarhyde: It's me.

Reba McClane: Who? Who is it?

Francis Dollarhyde: It's me.

Reba McClane: [opens the door] Oh. Francis?

Francis Dollarhyde: No. Not Francis. Francis is gone. Francis is gone forever.

Francis Dollarhyde: Do you know who I am?

Freddy Lounds: No. I don't want to know who you are.

Francis Dollarhyde: According to you, I'm a pervert — an animal, you said. You know who I am now?

Freddy Lounds: [afraid] Yes.

Francis Dollarhyde: Do you feel privileged?

Freddy Lounds: I'm very scared.

Francis Dollarhyde: Open your eyes. Mr. Lounds, you're a reporter, I want you to report. That's why you're here. If you don't open your eyes I'll staple your eyelids to your forehead.

Francis Dollarhyde: Well, here I... am.

Francis Dollarhyde: Take my word for it. I'm smiling.

Francis Dollarhyde: Before me, you are a slug in the sun. You are privy to a great becoming, but you recognize nothing. You are an ant in the afterbirth. It is in your nature to do one thing correctly: Tremble. But fear is not what you owe me. No, Lounds... you and the others — you owe me awe!

Sammy Barnathan: Why did we leave Adele, Caden?

Caden Cotard: She left us. Nobody knows that better than you. Except me.

Sammy Barnathan: I don't have a resume, or a picture. I've never worked as an actor.

Caden Cotard: Good. Tell me why you're here.

Sammy Barnathan: Well I've been... I've been following you for twenty years. So I knew about this audition because I follow you. And I've learned everything about you by following you. So hire me. And you'll see who you truly are. Peek-a-boo. Okay... Hazel, I don't think we need to talk to anyone else, this guy has me down. I'm going to cast him right now. And then maybe you and I can get a drink and we can try and figure out this thing between us. Why I cried... Because I've never felt about anybody the way I feel about you. And I want to fuck you until we merge into a Chimera, a mythical beast of penis and vagina, eternally fused, two pairs of eyes that look only at each other, and lips, ever touching, and one voice that whispers to itself.

Caden Cotard: Okay. You got the part.

Sammy Barnathan: I've watched you forever, Caden, but you've never really looked at anyone other than yourself. So watch me. Watch my heart break. Watch me jump. Watch me learn that after death there's nothing. There's no more watching. There's no more following. No love. Say goodbye to Hazel for me. And say it to yourself, too. None of us has much time.