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: [Darry's cell phone las a low battery
] The point of having a portable phone, idiot, is so that it works when you need it. Darry
: I hace a power cable for it. Trish
: Yeah, and I have a cigarette lighter *that doesn't work*! Darry
: Goddamn it! What did I say? My car! We should've taken my car!
[after running over the Creeper
: Is he dead? Trish
: They never are.
: We have to get out of here. Trish
: No, let's stay and feed the birds.
[Trish and Darry pull up at the Cat Lady's house
: Come on, Trish, look at this place. Let's just keep going. I mean it, come on. Trish
: You don't wanna get help? Darry
: Help from who? Trish
: Let's just use the phone. Darry
: And call who? Trish
: I don't know. Darry
: And tell them what? Trish
: I don't know! Darry
: "Hey, bum-fuck police, I'm being chased by a guy who likes to pull tongues out of severed heads with his teeth. Is there a special extension for that?"
: Christ, do you think they even have a phone? Darry
: I'm guessing no phones and a lot of guns.
: [after being attacked
] What the hell was that guy's problem? Darry
: My first guess?
[Sitcks his head out the window
The Cat Lady
: You got ten seconds to get your ass out of my yard, and don't think I'm gonna tell ya twice! Trish
: Get the hell away from him. Darry
: What are you doing, Trish? Trish
: Get the hell away from him!
: We were just attacked, Darry! Darry
: And you don't even want to find out why?
: He dumped something down that pipe. Trish
: Wrapped in a sheet. Darry
: Wrapped in rope and a sheet. Trish
: Wrapped in rope and a sheet with red stains... just get us out of here!
: She did lose her head that night, Trish, and you wanna know what he did for her? He sewed it back on.
Jezelle Gay Hartman
: Every 23rd Spring, for 23 days, it gets to... eat. Darry
: Eat? Jezelle Gay Hartman
: You know what it eats and don't you make me tell you!
: We pounded it to dust. We watched it blow the fuck away. Jezelle Gay Hartman
: I think it's eaten too many hearts, for its own to ever stop!
[in Minxie's vision
] Darry Jenner
: [voice speaking backwards, then normally
] Every 23rd spring, for 23 days it gets to eat. Minxie Hayes
: Eat what?
[she turns to look at him again, his eyes are gone
] Darry Jenner
: Eat us.