Surviving the Game (1994)
Jack Mason: [Aiming the gun at Burns] BANG! Game over.
[Unloads the gun and discards the bullets. Drops the gun and starts walking away]
Burns: [Burns gets up, picks up the gun, sees one bullet and loads it] It's my lucky day. Hey, Mason!
Jack Mason: Burns, there's something you should always do when you find a gun.
Burns: [Close up of gun, camera pulls in tight: we see the barrel is obstructed] Say goodbye.
[Burns fires - the gun explodes, killing Burns instantly]
Jack Mason: ALWAYS check the barrel.
[Walks off into distance]
Doc Hawkins: [has the upper hand against Mason, in a life-or-death brawl right outside the hunting lodge, which is now on fire] ... I like my meat RARE!
Jack Mason: [suddenly tricks Hawkins and throws him into the lodge's trophy room, which is stocked with "flammables." A second later, the room explodes and the entire lodge follows suit] ... Try well-done, Bitch!
Doc Hawkins: I know more about you than you even think, Mason.
Jack Mason: Probably you do, but I don't know shit about you.
Doc Hawkins: Then ask me something. Ask me anything you want.
Jack Mason: All right, how did you get that fucking scar up your eye?
Doc Hawkins: I refer to that as my birthmark. On my eighth birthday my father brought me a bulldog, a fat little bulldog. I named him Prince Henry Stout. He was strong. He would've chased my pet turkey; he would've chased a squirrel up the tree. I raised him, I trained him, I fed him, I grew him, I took care of him, I loved that dog. I loved that dog. More anything in the world I loved that dog. My father gave me a handful of cherry bombs and M-80s and said: "You're gonna train this dog to be a protector". So every Saturday afternoon I got behind a little dummy that my dad built and tossed cherry bombs and M-80s at the dog - Boom! Boom! The dog was scared at first but after awhile he got on the dummy. He got the dummy ripping apart. The head was off. Shirt was gone. So thirteen years old birthday time got me a twelve gunned shotgun. We're going hunting. I was so excited. We went out to the clearing in the woods, my dad laid his gun down, took my gun and laid it down and said: "Son, today you're gonna learn to control your emotions. You're gonna do things that some men are not able and unwilling to do. Follow me". I followed my dad, we were running this clap of trees, there was a kraal built and there was Prince Henry Stout chained in the middle of the kraal. My dad took out of pocket full cherry bombs, put them in my hand and said: "Get in the kraal, here's a lighter; I want you to light those cherry bombs and throw them at the Prince. You're gonna face manhood. You're gonna fight that dog to the death. Is he gonna kill you or you're gonna kill him. Now." He was on me. He was on me like flies on shit. I had no chance. I got my arm up in between his teeth on my neck. Wop! We're down in the mud, rolled over, rolled over, the dog is fighting, biting, scratching, kicking and I'm screaming, crying, grabbing to run to get a stand up with following with my elbow on him. Here's his neck break. He's dead. He's not breathing, he's not biting. I'm covered up with blood. I stand up, wipe the blood off. I licked it. And my dad said: "Welcome to manhood!" That's why this is a birth mark.
[a pig's head has been served for dinner. Mason takes a sip of wine]
Wolfe Sr.: What do you think?
Jack Mason: It's alright. I like this. This is good!
Wolfe Sr.: Four-fifty a bottle.
Jack Mason: Four dollars fifty cents, I should be drinkin' this shit a *long* time ago!
Wolfe Sr.: Four hundred and fifty dollars!
[Mason spits out the wine in amazement]
Wolfe Sr.: Don't waste it!
[They all laugh]
Jack Mason: I could live off that for three months!
Cole: Well, you don't want to drink too much, anyway, 'cause you don't wanna be slow tomorrow!
Wolfe Sr.: No, indeed.
[Doc turns the pig's head toward Mason while making squealing noises]
Doc Hawkins: You are missing the best part, Mr. Mason. When you're eating the flesh of the pig... look into his little beady eyes. That way you will be devouring his soul.
Burns: Doc, sometimes you even scare *me*!
Doc Hawkins: Good.
Cole: You know why we're gonna find you, Mason? Cause I can smell your stinkin' ass from here.
Doc Hawkins: [Doc tackles Mason to ground with knife drawn, then tosses the knife] We're going bare hands!
Hotel Clerk: [as Mason goes to his hotel room] Hey, you wash yo' nasty ass before you get in that bed... you make sure you wash yo' nasty ass.
[a taxi just ran over Mason's dog; the driver is pointing at the blood on the cab's front end]
Taxi Driver: What about my taxi?
Jack Mason: Yo', man, fuck yo' taxi!
Jack Mason: [to Burns] What is it about hunting animals that gets you off?
Jack Mason: [Burns, wanting to test Mason's endurance, offers him twenty dollars to run twenty minutes on a treadmill] For twenty dollars I'll run to fucking Alaska!
Cole: The only thing I miss up here is a sport page. I'm so used getting up, having my morning coffee and opening up the sport page.
Burns: I don't read newspapers anymore. They're like a mirror of the world's ugliness. I like beautiful things.
Doc Hawkins: [Doc gets up very enthusiastically] I'm ready to go. Let's go
Burns: Relax, Doc, digest your food.
Doc Hawkins: Wasting time.
Burns: We gotta give him some more time.
Doc Hawkins: No.
Burns: Think of this as foreplay.
Doc Hawkins: Nevermind foreplay, I'm talking about...
Burns: Doc, Prince Henry Stout. Remember the rules.
Doc Hawkins: I feel something special about this.
Burns: It's gonna be so much more special when you finally kill him. Derek, eat some of those eggs, they'll make you feel better.
Doc Hawkins: Eat, eat.
Derek Wolfe Jr: [Shockingly depressive] I'm not hungry.
John Griffin: Big one?
Derek Wolfe Jr: I said I'm not hungry.
John Griffin: [Griffith stands up and changes his plate with Derek's and Derek gets out of the table] Well, terrific. I'll tell you what let's switch around here.
Burns: I hope this is not gonna be a problem?
Wolfe Sr.: It won't be.
Derek Wolfe Jr: [Wolfe Sr. comes to terrified Derek] No.
Wolfe Sr.: You'll be okay.
Derek Wolfe Jr: No, I can't do this.
Wolfe Sr.: Yes, you can. I got a thousand dollars is my son will draw first blood. One, two, three. You've just made yourself three thousand dollars, Derek.
Burns: Life's true pleasures are so unpredictable. I'd say cherish the moment for it is. Observe your food, smell it, touch it, put your mind into it, and you're finally ready, consume it slowly.
Jack Mason: Hmm, you do your way, I'll do mine.
Jack Mason: You're the doctor? You only look like a doctor to me.
Doc Hawkins: I'm a psychiatrist.
Jack Mason: You're a shrink?
Doc Hawkins: What? Does this surprise you?
Jack Mason: You don't look like that kind of person whom fucked up rich people are giving money to, you know, tell their personal shit.
Doc Hawkins: I'm working for the company. That's CIA. I know these two getlemen's personal shit completely.
Jack Mason: [fires shotgun] Yo Cole, yo' mama's up here! You know, I'm tired of listening to this faggot motherfucker!
[Mason and Hank has just stolen some meat]
Security Guard: Well well, I finally caught your ass.
Hank: We're just hungry, partner. Give us a break, will ya?
Jack Mason: Yo man, we don't want no trouble, we'll give it back!
Security Guard: To hell with giving it back! It's already been contaminated with your filth! Somebody's going to PAY!