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] Stay away from me. Jack Torrance
: Why? Wendy Torrance
: I just wanna go back to my room! Jack Torrance
: Why? Wendy Torrance
: Well, I'm very confused, and I just need time to think things over! Jack Torrance
: You've had your whole *fucking life* to think things over, what good's a few minutes more gonna do you now? Wendy Torrance
: Please! Don't hurt me! Jack Torrance
: I'm not gonna hurt you. Wendy Torrance
: Stay away from me! Jack Torrance
: Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. You didn't let me finish my sentence. I said, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in.
] Jack Torrance
] Gonna bash 'em right the fuck in! Wendy Torrance
: Stay away from me! Don't hurt me! Jack Torrance
] I'm not gonna hurt ya... Wendy Torrance
: Stay away! Stop it! Jack Torrance
: Stop swingin' the bat. Put the bat down, Wendy. Wendy? Give me the bat...
: Women: can't live with them, can't live without them. Jack Torrance
: Words of wisdom, Lloyd my man. Words of wisdom.
] Delbert Grady
: I feel you will have to deal with this matter in the harshest possible way, Mr. Torrance. Jack Torrance
: There's nothing I look forward to with greater pleasure, Mr. Grady.
: Mr. Grady, you *were* the caretaker here. Delbert Grady
: I'm sorry to differ with you sir, but *you* are the caretaker. You've always been the caretaker. I should know sir - I've always been here.
: What will you be drinking, sir? Jack Torrance
: Hair of the dog that bit me, Lloyd.
: Wendy, let me explain something to you. Whenever you come in here and interrupt me, you're breaking my concentration. You're distracting me. And it will then take me time to get back to where I was. You understand? Wendy Torrance
: Yeah. Jack Torrance
: Now, we're going to make a new rule. When you come in here and you hear me typing
] Jack Torrance
: or whether you *don't* hear me typing, or whatever the *fuck* you hear me doing; when I'm in here, it means that I am working, *that* means don't come in. Now, do you think you can handle that? Wendy Torrance
: Yeah. Jack Torrance
: Good. Now why don't you start right now and get the fuck out of here? Hm?
] Jack Torrance
: What are you doing down here? Wendy Torrance
] I just wanted to talk to you. Jack Torrance
: Okay, let's talk. What do you wanna talk about? Wendy Torrance
: I can't really remember. Jack Torrance
: You can't remember... Maybe it was about... Danny? Maybe it was about him. I think we should discuss Danny. I think we should discuss what should be done with him. What should be done with him? Wendy Torrance
: I don't know. Jack Torrance
: I don't think that's true. I think you have some very definite ideas about what should be done with Danny and I'd like to know what they are. Wendy Torrance
: Well, I think... maybe... he should be taken to a doctor. Jack Torrance
: You think "maybe" he should be taken to a doctor? Wendy Torrance
: Yes. Jack Torrance
: "When" do you think "maybe" he should be taken to a doctor? Wendy Torrance
: As soon as possible. Jack Torrance
: [mocking/imitating her
] As soon as possible. Wendy Torrance
: Jack! What are... you... Jack Torrance
: You think his health might be at stake. Wendy Torrance
: Y-Yes! Jack Torrance
: You are concerned about him. Wendy Torrance
: Yes! Jack Torrance
: And are you concerned about *me?* Wendy Torrance
: Of course I am! Jack Torrance
: Of course you are! Have you ever thought about my responsibilities? Wendy Torrance
: Oh Jack, what are you talking about? Jack Torrance
: Have you ever had a *single moment's thought* about my responsibilities? Have you ever thought, for a single solitary moment about my responsibilities to my employers? Has it ever occurred to you that I have agreed to look after the *Overlook* Hotel until May the *first*. Does it *matter to you at all* that the *owners* have placed their *complete confidence* and *trust* in me, and that I have signed a letter of agreement, a *contract*, in which I have accepted that *responsibility?* Do you have the *slightest idea* what a *moral and ethical principal* is? *Do you?* Has it ever occurred to you what would happen to my future, if I were to fail to live up to my responsibilities? Has it ever occurred to you? *Has it?* Wendy Torrance
: [swings the bat
] Stay away from me!
] Jack Torrance
: [as he chases his son with an ax
] Danny, I'm coming!
: [Wendy has Jack locked in the storage closet
] I'm gonna go now. Jack Torrance
: Uh... Wendy? Wendy Torrance
: I'm gonna try and get Danny down to Sidewinder in the Snow Cat. I'll send back a doctor... Jack Torrance
: Wendy? Wendy Torrance
: Yes? Jack Torrance
: You got a *big* surprise coming to you. You're not going anywhere! Go check out the Snow Cat and the radio and you'll see what I mean. Go check it out. *Go!* Go check it out!
: [referring to Jack murdering his wife and son
] Mr. Torrance, I see you can hardly have taken care of the business we discussed. Jack Torrance
: No need to rub it in, Mr. Grady.
: [to Jack, who's locked in the pantry
] Your wife appears to be stronger than we imagined, Mr. Torrance. Somewhat more... resourceful. She seems to have got the better of you. Jack Torrance
: For the moment, Mr. Grady. Only for the moment.
] Jack Torrance
: Hi, I've got an appointment with Mr. Ullman. My name is Jack Torrance.
: When the place was built in 1907, there was very little interest in winter sports. And this site was chosen for its seclusion and scenic beauty. Jack Torrance
] Well, it's certainly got plenty of that. Stuart Ullman
: ...The winters can be fantastically cruel. And the basic idea is to cope with the very costly damage and depreciation which can occur. And this consists mainly of running the boiler, heating different parts of the hotel on a daily, rotating basis, repair damage as it occurs, and doing repairs so that the elements can't get a foothold. Jack Torrance
: Well, that sounds fine to me. Stuart Ullman
: Physically, it's not a very demanding job. The only thing that can get a bit trying up here during the winter is, uh, a tremendous sense of isolation. Jack Torrance
: Well, that just happens to be exactly what I'm looking for. I'm outlining a new writing project and, uh, five months of peace is just what I want. Stuart Ullman
: That's very good Jack, because, uh, for some people, solitude and isolation can, of itself become a problem. Jack Torrance
: Not for me. Stuart Ullman
: How about your wife and son? How do you think they'll take to it? Jack Torrance
: They'll love it.
: Hey. Wasn't it around here that the Donner Party got snowbound? Jack Torrance
: I think that was farther west in the Sierras. Wendy Torrance
: Oh. Danny Torrance
: What was the Donner Party? Jack Torrance
: They were a party of settlers in covered-wagon times. They got snowbound one winter in the mountains. They had to resort to cannibalism in order to stay alive. Danny Torrance
: You mean they ate each other up? Jack Torrance
: They had to, in order to survive. Wendy Torrance
: Jack... Danny Torrance
: Don't worry, Mom. I know all about cannibalism. I saw it on TV. Jack Torrance
: See, it's okay. He saw it on the television.
: Dad? Jack Torrance
: Yes? Danny Torrance
: Do you like this hotel? Jack Torrance
: Yes, I do. I love it. Don't you? Danny Torrance
: I guess so. Jack Torrance
: Good. I want you to like it here. I wish we could stay here forever... and ever... and ever.
: The most terrible nightmare I ever had. It's the most horrible dream I ever had. Wendy Torrance
: It's okay, it's okay now. Really. Jack Torrance
: I dreamed that I, that I killed you and Danny. But I didn't just kill ya. I cut you up in little pieces. Oh my God. I must be losing my mind.
: [disappointed at finding the bar empty
] God, I'd give anything for a drink. I'd give my goddamned soul for just a glass of beer.
: Did you know, Mr. Torrance, that your son is attempting to bring an outside party into this situation? Did you know that? Jack Torrance
: No. Delbert Grady
: He is, Mr. Torrance. Jack Torrance
: Who? Delbert Grady
: A nigger. Jack Torrance
: A nigger? Delbert Grady
: A nigger cook. Jack Torrance
: How? Delbert Grady
: Your son has a very great talent. I don't think you are aware how great it is. That he is attempting to use that very talent against your will. Jack Torrance
: He is a very willful boy. Delbert Grady
: Indeed he is, Mr. Torrance. A very willful boy. A rather naughty boy, if I may be so bold, sir. Jack Torrance
: It's his mother. She, uh, interferes. Delbert Grady
: Perhaps they need a good talking to, if you don't mind my saying so. Perhaps a bit more. My girls, sir, they didn't care for the Overlook at first. One of them actually stole a pack of matches, and tried to burn it down. But I "corrected" them sir. And when my wife tried to prevent me from doing my duty, I "corrected" her.
: How are things going, Mr. Torrance? Jack Torrance
: Things could be better, Lloyd. Things could be a whole lot better.
] All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
: [smashing the door to bits with an axe
] Wendy, I'm home.
: Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in. Not by the hair of your chiny-chin-chin? Well then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in.
[axes the door
: Mr. Grady, you were the caretaker here. I recognize ya. I saw your picture in the newspapers. You, uh, chopped your wife and daughters up into little bits. And then you blew your brains out. Delbert Grady
: That's strange, sir. I don't have any recollection of that at all.
: [staring at the drink in his hand
] Here's to five miserable months on the wagon, and all the irreparable harm it has caused me.
: Come out, come out, where ever you are.
: I'll just set my bourbon and advocaat down right there.
: Heeere's Johnny!
: I like you, Lloyd. I always liked you. You were always the best of them. Best goddamned bartender from Timbuktu to Portland, Maine. Or Portland, Oregon, for that matter.
: Hi, Lloyd. Little slow tonight, isn't it?
: Yes, it is, Mr. Torrance.
: Wendy, listen. Let me out of here and I'll forget the whole damn thing! It'll be just like nothing ever happened. Wendy, baby, I think you hurt my head real bad. I'm dizzy, I need a doctor. Honey, don't leave me here.
: I don't suppose they told you anything in Denver about the tragedy we had in the Winter of 1970. Jack Torrance
: I don't believe they did. Stuart Ullman
: My predecessor in this job left a man named Charles Grady as the Winter caretaker. And he came up here with his wife and two little girls, I think were eight and ten. And he had a good employment record, good references, and from what I've been told he seemed like a completely normal individual. But at some point during the winter, he must have suffered some kind of a complete mental breakdown. He ran amuck and killed his family with an axe. Stacked them neatly in one of the rooms in the West wing and then he, he put both barrels of a shot gun in his mouth.
: Well, that is quite a story. Stuart Ullman
: Yeah it is. It's still hard for me to believe it happened here. It did, and I think you can appreciate why I wanted to tell you about it. Jack Torrance
: I certainly can and I also understand why your people in Denver left it for you to tell me. Stuart Ullman
: Well obviously some people can be put off by staying alone in a place where something like that actually happened. Jack Torrance
: Well you can rest assured, Mr. Ullman, that's not going to happen with me.
: [to Lloyd
] I never laid a hand on them.
: [chasing Danny with an axe
] Danny! Daddy's home!
: [to Lloyd
] I just happen to have two 20s and two 10s right here in my wallet. I was afraid they were going to be there until next April.