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Adam Berkow (Character)
from Very Bad Things (1998)

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Very Bad Things (1998)
Michael Berkow: [to Adam] Your kid is one crutch short of a telethon, you've got a frigid, swamp-hog wife...
Adam Berkow: [Grabbing Michael] You fucking...

Charles Moore: How do you know she's dead?
Adam Berkow: She's got no fuckin' pulse. She's got no pulse!
Kyle Fisher: Where do you look? What side of the neck?
Charles Moore: Left, left, left side.
Adam Berkow: Either side, you idiot!

Michael Berkow: We were playing. She bumped her head.
Adam Berkow: Bumped? BUMPED? She's got a fuckin' spike in her head!

Robert Boyd: Now, let's just take a second here and take ahold of the situation and review our options.
Adam Berkow: We'll call the police!
Robert Boyd: Call the police. Good. That's one option.
Adam Berkow: That's not an option! This is not multiple choice, here!
Robert Boyd: Yes, it is. There are always options, Adam.

[about the dead prostitute]
Robert Boyd: Nobody knows she's here. I called her personally. Nobody knows.
Adam Berkow: Her blood is all over the bathroom! Don't you think we got a little bit of a DNA problem here?
Robert Boyd: It's a marble floor. We can clean it up.

Adam Berkow: [referring to the hotel security guard that was murdered] Do you think he had kids?
Kyle Fisher: What?
Adam Berkow: Children. Do you think that man was a father?
Kyle Fisher: I don't know.
Adam Berkow: I got a real bad feeling that he had children.
Kyle Fisher: I think he was too young to have children.
Adam Berkow: We're gonna burn for this.

Adam Berkow: You fucking murderer!
Michael Berkow: You're a fucking loser! You're a loser!
Robert Boyd: [Forcibly walking Michael to his jeep] We need to take a time out!
Adam Berkow: Go home! Go home, you fucking murderer!
Michael Berkow: Fuckin' loser!

[while arguing about covering up Tina's murder]
Kyle: I'm getting married, guys! I'm getting married!
Adam Berkow: I have got a wife and I've got two boys, OK? Don't tell me!

[while trying to pray after burying Tina and the guard]
Adam Berkow: This is pathetic.
Michael Berkow: YOU'RE pathetic.
Adam Berkow: What did you say?
Michael Berkow: [Pointing at him] You're not a team player.
Adam Berkow: Don't point at me.
Michael Berkow: You've never been a team player, that's why you don't have any friends.
Adam Berkow: What're you talking about? I have friends.
Michael Berkow: The hell you do.
Adam Berkow: The hell I don't.
Michael Berkow: You have acquaintances. Superficial golf-buddies.
[Pointing at him again]
Michael Berkow: You've never been a team player.
Adam Berkow: Don't point at me!
Michael Berkow: You have some serious male-on-male intimacy problems!
Adam Berkow: What're you fucking talking about?
Michael Berkow: You can't deal with men!
Kyle Fisher: Guys, maybe now's not the time for this...

Michael Berkow: You never gave a damn about anyone but yourself.
Adam Berkow: Yeah, well you're a little fuckin' reject.
Michael Berkow: Yeah, well you eat my ass.
[Kicks Adam's minivan]
Adam Berkow: Hey!
Michael Berkow: Eat my fuckin' ass!
[Kicks his minivan again]
Adam Berkow: If you ever touch my minivan again, you're gonna be very sorry, brother! Very fucking sorry!
Michael Berkow: You are a LOSER!

Adam Berkow: I might just turn your little pathetic ass in! How about that, pal?
Michael Berkow: You think you're so fuckin' righteous? You were right there with us, side by fuckin' side!

[Adam is in a hurry to get away from the petrol station because he thinks ordinary bystanders are eyeing him suspiciously about the murders in Las Vegas, but his wife has asked him to go inside the shop to buy some whizzers for their children. In his panic, he has difficulty finding them]
Adam Berkow: Fucking whizzers!