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: I thought a bond developed between us! Mickey
: No. Not really. You're scum, Wayne; you did it for RATINGS. You don't give a shit about us or anybody else except yourself; that's why nobody gives a shit about YOU. That's why "helicopters" were not "deployed."
: I don't think I'm gonna make it. I feel so cold. Mickey
: You're gonna make it, Mal. Get mad.
: Mister rabbit says, "A moment of realization is worth a thousand prayers."
: The media is like the weather, only it's man-made weather.
: Turn left? Turn left to what, you stupid bitch? Mallory
: You stupid bitch? You stupid bitch? You stupid bitch? Mickey, that's what my father used to call me! I thought you'd be a little more creative than that!
: Let me tell you something, this is the 1990's, alright? In this day and age a man has to have choices, a man has to have a little bit of variety. Mallory
: What are you talking about, "variety"? Hostages? You wanna fuck some other women now? Is that what you're talking about, Mickey?
: Well, let's give that key lime pie a day in court, and a big old glass of non-fat milk, if you please.
: The whole world's comin' to an end, Mal! Mallory
: I see angels, Mickey. They're comin' down for us from heaven. And I see you ridin' a big red horse, and you're driving them horses, whippin' 'em, and the're spitting and frothing all 'long the mouth, and the're coming right at us. And I see the future, and there's no death, 'cause you and I, we're angels... Mickey
: I love you, Mal. Mallory
: I know you do baby, and I've loved you since the day we met.
: Do you have anything to say to your fans? Mickey
: You ain't seen nothin' yet.
: We're not killing anybody on our wedding day.
: I realized my true calling in life. Wayne Gale
: What's that? Mickey
: Shit, man, I'm a natural born killer.
: Just how far do you think you're gonna get? Mickey
: Right out the front door! Dwight McClusky
: THAT WILL *NEVER HAPPEN!* Mickey
: It IS happenin'. Dwight McClusky
: I will personally hunt you down, blow the head off your fucking whore wife, AND PLANT YOUR SICK ASS IN THE GROUND ALL BY MYSELF! Mickey
: Another day, perhaps, but not today!
: It's fate, you know. Nobody can stop fate, nobody can.
: Right now, I'd go down on a lawman for a gallon of gas.
: It's just murder. All God's creatures do it. You look in the forests and you see species killing other species, our species killing all species including the forests, and we just call it industry, not murder.
: At birth, I was cast into a flaming pit of scum forgotten by God.
: Uh, aloha? Chief? Yeah, uh... rattlesnake took a chunk outta us a few miles back... me and my wife are pretty sick - could be dyin,' you never can tell about these things, so... how's about you ungluin' your fat ass from that boob tube and gettin' us some snakebite juice? Pronto.
: One camera all you can muster, Jack? Jack Scagnetti
: You ain't that big a star yet, cocksucker.
[Guns aimed at each other
: Looks like we got us a Mexican Standoff. Jack Scagnetti
: We've had this day from the beginning, huh, Mickey? Now slide that shotgun over here. Put your hands on your head and your head against the floor! Mickey
: Or what, you'll wound me? I could blow you in half and you know it. Jack Scagnetti
: I never wounded anything in my life. I got you locked right between the eyes, Mickey. I've had you locked from the jump, you phony!
: Even ugliness looks beautiful next to you.
: Wait! Don't Mickey and Mallory always leave one person alive to tell the tale? Mallory
: We are... Mallory
: Your camera!
: Hey, Jack! Mickey's back!
: You can't hide from your shadow.
: I'm the only clerk left! I'm the only clerk left! Mickey
: You're forgetting one thing... Druggist
: W-what's that? Mickey
: If I don't kill you, what is there to talk about? You fuckin' squid!
: You'll never understand, Wayne. You and me, we're not even the same species. I used to be you, then I evolved. From where you're standing, you're a man. From where I'm standing, you're an ape. You're not even an ape. You're a media person. Media's like the weather, only it's man-made weather. Murder? It's pure. You're the one made it impure. You're buying and selling fear. You say "why?" I say "why bother?"
[the cops have Mickey and Mallory pinned down
: You know what I say? I say... to hell with going back to our cells. Let's go out there, and run down the stairs, and go out in a hail of bullets. And then we'll die! And then we'll really be free. Mickey
: That's poetry. But we'll do that when all else fails.
: [Wayne is pleading for his life
] This is not about you, you egomaniac. I kinda like you. But if we let you go, we'd be just like everybody else. Killing you and what you represent is a statement.
: What about your father how did he die? You were only ten years old and there's a lot of speculation. Mickey
: I didn't kill my father and I don't want to talk about it!
[starts to get angry and makes as if to jump up
: . Dwight McClusky
: [leaps to his feet
] Hey! Hey! Wayne Gale
: [to everyone around him
] It's alright! It's alright!
[turns back to Mickey
] Wayne Gale
: We'll just move on to something else. Mickey
: Please let's do.
: So tell me Mickey? Any regrets? I mean, three weeks, fifty people killed... not too cool Mickey. Mickey
: Fifty-two, but I don't a lot of time with regret. That's a wasted emotion. Wayne Gale
: Seriously you must have some regret. Rack your brain. Mickey
: Well, I wish that Indian hadn't got killed. Mallory
: [archive footage of the Indian's death
] Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad! Wayne Gale
: [looks at some files
] One of your last victims. Mickey
: Man had a rattlesnake in the corner...
: You know, the only thing that kills the demon... is love.
: Wherever we go, whatever happens, Mickey, when I look up at the stars, I'll know you'll be lookin' up at the same ones. Mickey
: Same ones, baby. Mallory
: You make everyday feel like kindergarten.
: Mal... Mallory
: Yes? Mickey
: Will you marry me? Mallory
: Of course I'll marry you! I've been waiting for you to say that for so long. But where are we gonna get married? Mickey
: Right here, Mal. This is our church.
: Baby... by the power invested in me, as God of my world... I pronounce us husband and wife.
: [pointing a shotgun at Homolka
] Okay, DROP IT! Deputy Sheriff Duncan Homolka
: [drops a donut
: The GUN, goddammit!
Redneck's Buddy in the Diner
: That's some sweet piece of meat, ain't it? Mickey
: Her name's... Mallory. Redneck's Buddy in the Diner
: Mallory... whatever... who gives a shit? I call it pussy.