American Ultra (2015)
Kristen Stewart: Phoebe Larson
Mike Howell : You know what skives me out, Phoebe?
Phoebe : What?
Mike Howell : That car down there has moved so much. Like, it was built in a factory, you know, on a production line. And then it was like, shipped here.
Phoebe : And then, like, this guy drove it all over the place.
Mike Howell : Yeah, exactly. But all the time, like for years, or really for, like, decades really, this one tree has been sitting in this one place not doing anything until tonight when it, like, stopped the car.
Phoebe : Yeah?
Mike Howell : Okay, so this car is always going. And that tree is always just, like, stopping. You know? Like, it's just been stopping there for years until tonight when it met something that it didn't want to keep going, and it was just like, "mmm-mmm! No! You're stopping, too"
Mike Howell : And then this tree that has never done anything is fucking, like, destroying this beautiful, really beautiful fast-moving thing.
Phoebe : Why are you crying?
Mike Howell : Because, Phoebe, like... am I that tree?
Phoebe : No. No!
Mike Howell : I think I'm that tree. And I think you're the car and I think I'm stopping you.
Phoebe : You are not the tree.
Mike Howell : Okay.
Phoebe : I love you.
Mike Howell : Yo, Phoebe, where are we going?
Phoebe : We are leaving. We are getting the fuck out of town!
Mike Howell : No, I can't leave town. You know that.
Phoebe : Well, you didn't have people trying to kill you before, I was thinking maybe that could motivate us here.
Mike Howell : Okay, fine, so where do you want to go?
Phoebe : Oh fuck, I don't know!
Mike Howell : Alright listen. We'll take my car and we'll go to Rose's house, okay?
Phoebe : What? You want to get high right now? Mike?
Mike Howell : No! I don't want to get high. Rose has like guns and shit, okay. He can help us hide out and I'm still in handcuff.
Phoebe : Okay, you are not in any position to be making the plan right now.
Mike Howell : Really? Well, who is? The cops are all dead.
Phoebe : The guy in the thing. In the cell thing, doesn't see the gun, You don't point at it and go, gun!
Mike Howell : Okay, no I recognize that now as, like, a faux pas. I'm sorry.
Phoebe : And if someone who's trying to kill you goes "wait!" You don't go, oh what do you want to talk about?
Mike Howell : Okay! You're right. I'm sorry. Please just don't yell at me, okay?
Mike Howell : I really am sorry, Phoebe. I really thought I could beat the panic attacks this time.
Phoebe : It's okay.
Mike Howell : It's not.
Phoebe : No, it's fine.
Mike Howell : No, it's not fine. This is something I really wanted to do for you. Then I ruined it and now we're going back home.
Phoebe : You didn't ruin this.
Mike Howell : Yes, I did. It's my fault. You should be mad at me. Why not?
Phoebe : No. You can't help it, Mike.
Mike Howell : Okay. Thanks.
Adrian Yates : Uh, your girlfriend's here. Would you ever like to see her alive again?
Mike Howell : I don't know.
Adrian Yates : So if I just took out my gun and blew her fucking face off, you'd be cool with that?
Mike Howell : No, that wouldn't be cool. Is she really there with you?
Phoebe : Mikey? I'm sorry. But I'm the tree. I've been the tree the entire time, you're the car. Okay? I love you. So you can leave. You can go wherever you want and they will fucking never...
Adrian Yates : [hangs up] That was really fucking lame.
Phoebe : Okay, so just lead me through this one more time. Just so I'm clear.
Mike Howell : Um, I hit him with a spoon and his lungs exploded.
Phoebe : It wasn't his lungs.
Mike Howell : No, that's what happened. Because he couldn't breathe because I got him in the neck.
Phoebe : Yeah, your lungs aren't in your neck, they're in your chest.
Mike Howell : I know that, Phoebe. No, I don't know that. No, I do. Phoebe, it doesn't even make any sense to me.
Phoebe : Okay. Okay, so you said something about a lady. What did she say to you?
Mike Howell : Okay, so she said. I don't know what she said. Like, some bullshit. I don't know what she said.
Phoebe : Babe. We're in jail. So maybe just try and remember and focus and put it together. What did the lady say?
Mike Howell : Okay, she said Mandelbrot set is in motion. Echo Choir has been breached. We are fielding the ball.
Phoebe : Mike, what the fuck does that mean?
Mike Howell : I don't know. Phoebe, I don't know but I remember it like it just happened. I remember every single thing that happened to me in the last 94 minutes. 94 minutes? How did I even get that number, Phoebe? I remember literally every single thing that happened. I can picture it all.
Phoebe : Babe, I'm not going to sit around and wait on the judgment of your drug dealer. Okay!
Phoebe : How did this happen? How the fuck did this happen?
Mike Howell : I shot those guys in the head. And that guy, I like, I spooned him in the neck and his shit just, like, ended.
Phoebe : You just killed two guys?
Mike Howell : They were trying to stab me, Phoebe.
Phoebe : Why are people trying to stab you?
Mike Howell : I don't know! Shh! I don't know, but I am, like, freaking out all over the place. Babe, I have a lot of anxiety about this.
Sheriff Watts : [sirens wail] Get your hands in the air!
Phoebe : Oh, fuck me. Yup.
Sheriff Watts : Oh, God, it's Mike.
Mike Howell : I'm sorry!
Rose : Crazy is as crazy does and you dragged crazy here. And I don't even know what that does or what that is. You see what I'm saying?
Mike Howell : I don't know, Rose. We just thought it would be, like, safer here.
Rose : Safer from what?
Mike Howell : Wait, why do you think it's dangerous?
Phoebe : Yeah?
Rose : Like I said to you before, because of the monkeys. The monkeys!
Mike Howell : Leave me alone! Get off of me!
Phoebe : Mike, relax!
Mike Howell : Look, I just need to know. Am I real?
Phoebe : Yes, you're real.
Mike Howell : Are your parents really dead? Okay, how much of everything that you've ever told me is just a complete lie?
Phoebe : Not everything is a lie.
Mike Howell : No, please don't use your grown-up voice with me. No, I was in love with you. I am in love with you. I don't even know who you are!
Phoebe : [crying] Fuck, Mike!
Mike Howell : No, you don't get to fake cry with me, okay. They probably train you how to do this, don't they? To fuck with my emotions. Okay, well stop it. Please stop it. Hey! Stop it, okay! Fucking stop it!
Phoebe : I'm not lying anymore. Just give me one chance. I'm not going to lie to you anymore.
Mike Howell : Get out. Get out of my car.
Phoebe : No. No, Mike. I can't!
Mike Howell : Get out of my car, okay!
Phoebe : It's my fucking car!
Mike Howell : Then get out of the car! Okay!
Sheriff Watts : How many times have you been in this station, Mike? Since you were 22? Your probation officer must be the Michael Jordan of bullshitters because I've never seen you gone more than a couple of hours. Mike, tell me you didn't kill these people.
Phoebe : They attacked him. He was defending himself.
Sheriff Watts : Excuse me?
Phoebe : What was he supposed to do?
Sheriff Watts : You're his girlfriend. You're his mom. You're his maid. You're his landlady. Now you're his lawyer?
Mike Howell : It was just a thing. It was just a thing that happened. I didn't mean to.
Sheriff Watts : You didn't mean to? Two men are dead, Mike. There's no walking away this time.
Phoebe : Hey. Hey, you seem, like, spooky quiet.
Mike Howell : I am spooky quiet. I'm like, I think I'm in the anaphylactic shock.
Phoebe : That's not what that's called.
Mike Howell : I'm trying to think of stuff, you know. Phoebe, I can't remember anything. I can't even remember where I went to school. Did I go to school?
Phoebe : Maybe don't think about it.
Mike Howell : Did we even talk about my parents?
Mike Howell : How did you know what that gas was?
Phoebe : Okay... I...
Mike Howell : No, no, no. What's going on? How do you know what that gas was?
Phoebe : I don't know what's going on. But, listen. Baby. Mike, Mike, hey. I don't know what's going on! But I do know what's going on with you, okay? If you just listen. Listen!
Mike Howell : Okay, tell me then.
Phoebe : It's not going to make any sense right now.
Mike Howell : What is going on with me?
Phoebe : I'm your handler. I was assigned to you five years ago. Please understand, I'm CIA. Okay?
Mike Howell : You're what?
Phoebe : Listen to me. It's okay. I've been trying to tell you this for so fucking long.
Mike Howell : Phoebe. Are you not my girlfriend?
Phoebe : Of course I'm your girlfriend, babe. That's what I'm telling you.
Mike Howell : Please stop it. No. No, I can't even look at you. I gotta go.
Adrian Yates : Well, if it isn't Miss Stockholm Syndrome 2010.
Phoebe : Yates. What the fuck are you doing here?
Adrian Yates : Whoa. That's unprofessional.
Phoebe : Who's running this operation? Since when did desk jockeys like you run field ops?
Adrian Yates : Well, I guess that's the problem with going dark for five years. You kinda fall out of the loop on a couple things.
Phoebe : Do you have authorization at all? Where's Krueger?
Adrian Yates : Phoebe Selburg. She who'd rather suck some stoner's cock than turn herself in for debrief, is going to question my authorization? I've read your file. You have no secrets from me! Your boyfriend isn't real. We made him. Oh, I'm so sorry that some lab-rat made you cum a bunch of times in the back of a Taco Bell. Yeah, that's probably a good reason to throw away your entire life! I guess it all worked out because look where I am now. In charge of a major operation. And look where you are. Under departmental arrest for insubordination, and your face is all messed up. And I'm going to get a promotion.