Little Fish, Strange Pond (2009) - Quotes

Sweet Stephan: Hey, you're not from England you know.

Mr. Jack: No, I'm not.

Song lyrics: In this life, you just need something to go right...

Sweet Stephen: Maybe it's conscience-driven.

Mr. Jack: Are you guilty?

Sweet Stephen: Yeah, I fucking am.

Mr. Jack: What do you feel guilty about?

Sweet Stephen: I'm not sure. Evil begat evil, so... Where the fuck do I come from?

Mr. Jack: What?! You- I asked you why Philly was sent to the porn store. You said you hadn't thought that far in advance. Any fucking ideas?!

Sweet Stephen: Doesn't much matter.

Mr. Jack: Yes, it does. Well, millions of people pray to God up above to protect them.

Sweet Stephen: From who?

Mr. Jack: I- I don't- If there's a God above, there must be something else for balance. It's obvious that there's two choices. Some choose one, some choose the other. Some choose both. Those that choose both are probably smarter.

Sweet Stephen: What if it seems like somebody has made a choice. Can he change his mind?

Mr. Jack: That would depende on how far down the path he's gone. Could be too late. Or it could be fate. It's the endless possibilities of fate, not the idea itself, that scares the shit out of everyone.

Sweet Stephen: Ah! I told you I don't believe in fucking fate.

Mr. Jack: [''Voices echoes''] You said you believe in God. What makes you think he doesn't have reason, purpose? That's what fate does- in ensures that everything that's supposed to happen, happens. And everyone does what they're supposed to do.

Sweet Stephen: [''Exhales deeply''] Fuck. Sorry.

Mr. Jack: Hey mate, it's alright. Pretend you're on one of those roller coasters. Sit back, relax, try not to throw up, and if you feel like screaming, feel free.

Sweet Stephen: Shut the fuck up. Get away from me.

Song lyrics: Open up our eyes...

Mr. Jack: [''Sweet Stephen grunts and gags''] Nobody can control death.

Song lyrics: So we can see more...

Sweet Stephen: [''Screams''] Fucker!

Mr. Jack: You know what? Today was a great day.

Sweet Stephan: It was a day.

Mr. Jack: The perfect mix of intrigue, danger, tragedy, love, sex, violence and plain old American fun.

Sweet Stephan: You're not from England, you know.

Sweet Stephan: So, he-hey, do you know why Philly robbed the porno store or not?

Mr. Jack: The answer is yes. And if you gave it some thought, you'd know too.

Sweet Stephan: I don't like thinking, you just tell me.

Mr. Jack: The answer is elementary my dear Stephen. Evil, begets evil.

Sweet Stephan: And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Mr. Jack: It means, that there is a logical, and natural force in the world. It preserves things spherically. Everything that goes around comes around. What goes up, must come down. You with me?

Sweet Stephan: I'm with you so far.

Mr. Jack: Good work and hard effort will undoubtedly reap reward. Do something good, something good will come from it. Right?

Sweet Stephan: Right.

Mr. Jack: Well, the opposite is true. Do something wicked, something wicked, this way comes.

Sweet Stephan: Equate this to the fucking porno store.

Mr. Jack: Well, contrary to popular belief, the selling of sex in any form is wrong. I'm not saying I agree with it, but check your bible, they're not going for it.

Sweet Stephan: Is-masturbation evil?

Mr. Jack: According to my mother yes. Thank god she's dead.

Sweet Stephan: So the very existence of the porno store-was conceived in evil.

Mr. Jack: Wickedness, yes.

Sweet Stephan: And Bucky had something coming to him because he satisfied my desire to see other people fucking.

Mr. Jack: [''To passerbys''] Voyeurism, correct. Gentlemen!

Sweet Stephan: So, Philly was sent in to even things out an eye for an eye-why would he get his head blown off by Tommy the cop?

Mr. Jack: There are various levels, of evil. Selling porno in a crappy Los Angeles hellhole is not as evil as robbing that same place and shooting an innocent clerk. There's an unbalance there and the-forces of nature don't allow for that kind of thing.

Sweet Stephan: So... Because the evil committed by Philly far outweighed the evil committed by Bucky, an arbitrator had to be brought in.

Mr. Jack: An interloper.

Sweet Stephan: Tommy the cop.

Mr. Jack: Precisely.

Sweet Stephan: And evil begets evil.

Mr. Jack: By George, I think you've got it.

Sweet Stephan: What makes you so sure he wouldn't-turn our lights out?

Mr. Jack: You said it yourself in the porno store. Wasn't in his nature. Really Stephen. You don't give yourself enough credit.

Sweet Stephan: I could've been wrong. You know? If that cop had come in two seconds later-.

Mr. Jack: It was fate then.

Sweet Stephan: Fate's what people believe in when it's the last choice they've got.

Mr. Jack: Oh my, I disagree. I think fate had everything to do with it. It was fate that we were in the store to begin with. It was fate that there was a clerk behind the counter, and it was his fate to die today. I believe in fate as much as I believe in love.

Sweet Stephan: I know you do. But that doesn't make a difference. You didn't know.

Mr. Jack: Well I'll tell you this I go by two things, intuition, and assumption. Intuition tells me what to think and how to act. And assumption rules out the rest.

Sweet Stephan: And you'd risk your life based on that line of shit?

Mr. Jack: If we stop assuming, we'll lose something important. An assumption, is a leap of faith to believe that, something that we really want to believe is actually true. If we stop making assumptions, we might just lose our faith.

Sweet Stephan: I was scared.

Mr. Jack: And that's okay.

Sweet Stephan: Uh, what if uh-my intuition tells me-that we're both gonna die-soon?

Mr. Jack: Sweet Stephen, everything dies. The world is a circle, and everything dies.

Dennis Rivers: [''Voice breaks''] Please, please, please, excuse me. I'm- I don't- I don't like losing it like this in front of you people, you know? Sometimes it's hard to be the rock, the one that takes it on the chin, the strong on, the one that presses through, some tough guy to be the father, mother, brother and friend of every guest on this stage. Do if I- if I lost it every now and then, then that's the price of a live TV show, okay? You know? And it's about you, ma'am.

Woman: Oh my god!

Dennis Rivers: [''Applause fades out''] And it's about you. And you, sir. And you. And about you, Kenny Edwards.

Bucky: $9.95.

Customer: And a jar of vaseline.

Bucky: Big night planned, do ya?

Customer: I guess so.

Bucky: The vaseline's on the house.

Sweet Stephen: You ever notice there's three types of porn?

Mr. Jack: Strangely enough, I've never given it a thought.

Sweet Stephen: [[w:Marilyn Chambers|Marilyn Chambers; [w:Rhonda Jo Petty|Rhonda Jo Petty; [w:Seka (actress)|Seka; [w:Breast implant|breast implants; [w:liposuction|liposuction] You've got your old-school smut- ], ], ]. This was before ] and ], so they really had to know how to fuck.

Customer: Thank you, Bucky.

Sweet Stephen: [[w:Ginger Lynn|Ginger Lynn; [w:Jenna Jameson|Jenna Jameson; [w:Femme fatale|Femmes fatales; [w:Traci Lords|Traci Lords; [w:breast|the titties] Then you've got your next wave of porn, okay? ], ]- ]. Oh, I have yet to mention... ah! ]. The plotlines got weaker but ] go bigger.

Mr. Jack: Fascinating.

Sweet Stephen: Which leads me to our third kind: a montage- no plotline at all.

Mr. Jack: What a wonderful dissertation.

Sweet Stephen: But through it all, I've seen one common denominator.

Mr. Jack: Cheesy music?

Sweet Stephen: No, one consistent factor.

Mr. Jack: Is this your conclusion?

Sweet Stephen: [[w:Ron Jeremy|Ron Jeremy] ].

Mr. Jack: Excuse me?

Sweet Stephen: [[w:Cary Grant|Cary Grant; [w:Human penis|penises] Ron fucking Jeremy, the ] of ].

Mr. Jack: A poet, that's what you are.

Sweet Stephen: Why, thank you. Of course, now with the internet, the girls are-

Mr. Jack: Oy! Aren't you a little young to be in here?!

Customer: I'm a midget.

Mr. Jack: Midgets! We were just talking about you people! Stephen heel. Come her. Ha, nice lad. Have fun. Ah, youth.

Dennis Rivers: Sweet Stephen, are you evil?

Sweet Stephan: Isn't everybody?

Norma: Gee, if you're not Stephanie Sinclair, and I'm not Stephanie Sinclair, and this is Stephanie Sinclair's apartment, then what the fuck are we all doing here?