Mr. Eddy:
[
to a tailgater after running him off the road] Six fuckin' car lengths! That's a hundred and six fuckin' feet, mister! If I had to stop suddenly, you woulda hit me! I want you to get a fuckin' driver's manual, and I want you to study that motherfucker! And I want you to obey the the goddamn rules! Fifty-fuckin' thousand people were killed on the highway last year 'cause of fuckin' assholes like you! Tell me you're gonna get a manual!
Mystery Man:
We've met before, haven't we.
Fred Madison:
I don't think so. Where was it you think we met?
Mystery Man:
At your house. Don't you remember?
Fred Madison:
No. No, I don't. Are you sure?
Mystery Man:
Of course. As a matter of fact, I'm there right now.
Fred Madison:
What do you mean? You're where right now?
Mystery Man:
At your house.
Fred Madison:
That's fucking crazy, man.
Mystery Man:
Call me. Dial your number. Go ahead.
[
repeated line]
Mystery Man:
We've met before, haven't we?
Ed:
You're a musician?
Fred Madison:
Yeah.
Al:
What's your axe?
Fred Madison:
Tenor. Tenor saxophone. Do you...
Al:
[
shakes his head and point at his ear] Tone deaf.
Ed:
Do you own a video camera?
Renee Madison:
No. Fred hates them.
Fred Madison:
I like to remember things my own way.
Ed:
What do you mean by that?
Fred Madison:
How I remembered them. Not necessarily the way they happened.
Fred Madison:
Andy, who is that guy?
Andy:
I don't know his name. He's a friend of Dick Laurent's, I think.
Fred Madison:
Dick Laurent?
Andy:
Yeah, I believe so.
Fred Madison:
But Dick Laurent is dead, isn't he?
Fred Madison:
Dick Laurent is dead...
Fred Madison:
Where's Alice?
Mystery Man:
Alice who? Her name is Renee. If she's told you her name is Alice, she's lying.
[
filled with rage]
Mystery Man:
[
shouts] And your name? What the fuck is your name?
Mr. Eddy:
This is where mechanical excellence and one-thousand four-hundred horsepower pays off.
Ed:
Fucker gets more pussy than a toilet seat.
Hank:
Fucker gets more pussy than a toilet seat.
Lou:
What a fucking job.
Hank:
His or ours, Lou?
Lou:
Ours, Hank.
Fred Madison:
Who the hell owns that dog?
Mystery Man:
Call Me. Dial your number. Go ahead.
[
Fred dials the number and the Mystery Man answers]
Mystery Man:
[
over the phone] I told you I was here.
Fred Madison:
[
amused] How'd you do that?
Mystery Man:
Ask me.
[
Fred remembers the anonymous video tapes]
Fred Madison:
[
angrily into the phone] How did you get inside my house?
Mystery Man:
You invited me. It is not my custom to go where I am not wanted.
Fred Madison:
[
into the phone] Who are you?
[
Both Mystery Men laugh mechanically]
Mystery Man:
Give me back my phone.
[
Fred gives the phone back]
Mystery Man:
It's been a pleasure talking to you.
Mr. Eddy:
I'm really glad to know you're doin okay. You're *sure* you're okay? Everything alright?
Pete Dayton:
Yeah?
Mr. Eddy:
I'm really glad to know you're doin good, Pete. Hey, I want you to talk to a friend of mine.
Mystery Man:
We've met before, haven't we?
Pete Dayton:
I don't think so. Where is it you think we've met?
Mystery Man:
At your house. Don't you remember?
Pete Dayton:
No. No, I don't.
Mystery Man:
In the East, the Far East, when a person is sentenced to death, they're sent to a place where they can't escape, never knowing when an executioner may step up behind them, and fire a bullet into the back of their head.
Pete Dayton:
What's going on?
Mystery Man:
It's been a pleasure talking to you.
Pete Dayton:
I want you.
Alice Wakefield:
You'll never have me.
Fred Madison:
I had a dream about you last night.
Renee Madison:
Yeah? What was it about?
Fred Madison:
You were in the house, calling my name, but I couldn't find you. Then there you were, lying in bed... but it wasn't you. It looked like you, but it wasn't.
Fred Madison:
How did you meet that asshole Andy, anyway?
Renee Madison:
It was a long time ago. I met him at this place called Moke's. We... became friends. He told me about a job...
Fred Madison:
What job?
Renee Madison:
Ah... I don't remember. Anyway, Andy's okay.
Fred Madison:
Yeah well, he's got some fucked-up friends.
Mr. Eddy:
How you doin' Pete?
Pete Dayton:
Okay.
Mr. Eddy:
I'm sure you noticed that girl that was with me the other day, good lookin' blonde? She stayed in the car? Her name is Alice. I swear I love that girl to death. If I ever find out that somebody was making out with her, I'd take this...
[
pulls out a .357 pistol]
Mr. Eddy:
... and shove it so far up his ass it would come out of his mouth. Then you know what?
Pete Dayton:
What?
Mr. Eddy:
I'd blow his fuckin' brains out.
[
Mr. Eddy puts his gun away]
Mr. Eddy:
Hey, your looking good. What you been up to?
Guard Johnny Mack:
Captain Luneau?
Captain Luneau:
Yeah, Mack?
Guard Johnny Mack:
Captain, this is some spooky shit we got here.
Guard Henry:
Man, that wife killer looks pretty fucked up.
Guard Mike:
Which one?
[
both laugh]
Pete Dayton:
Where the fuck are we going, Alice?
Alice Wakefield:
We have to go to the desert, baby.
Al:
Do you know what I think?
Ed:
What is it? What is it that you think?
Al:
There is no such thing as a bad coincidence.
[
in Pete's vision of Alice]
Alice Wakefield:
Did you want to talk to me? Did you want to ask me "WHY"?
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