Very Bad Things (1998)
Jon Favreau: Kyle Fisher
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Quotes
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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!
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[Boyd has just murdered the hotel security guard who saw Tina's corpse]
Kyle Fisher : I'm calling the police.
Robert Boyd : So help me God, you touch that fuckin' phone, I'll bury you with them!
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Mike : Dad used to bring home these sparklers for me and Adam, you know? (laughs) Sparklers! We'd go out back, the three of us - and we'd hold it up to the sky and watch the explosions of light and the sparks, you know, and Dad would be all "Wait for it! Here it comes! Watch for it! Here comes the wahoo!"
Kyle : Wahoo?
Mike : Wahoo. The sparkler would burn hot, then hotter, then even hotter, and then there'd be this one moment of pure burn when that little fucker would cook perfect, just perfect. It would only last a second, but that second was *it*. And *that's* what Dad had us looking for, man.
Kyle : The wahoo moment?
Mike : That's exactly right. Man - burning at his absolute. All the forces coming together - burning - just perfect, perfect harmony. That's what I'm driving at. Are you with me?
Kyle : I think so.
Mike : I have been looking for that flash. I've been looking and I've been looking, and I can't find it. What if it already happened, you know? My moment! What if it already happened and I didn't see it?
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Kyle : I don't fucking know how to pray.
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[Michael has accidentally killed Tina the prostitute]
Kyle : You fucking guys. You fucking guys. You fucking guys! YOU FUCKING GUYS!
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[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...
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Mike : Look at 'em. I'm amazed the windows don't blow out of their fucking sockets with all the ass-puckering rage in these soulless lizards.
Kyle : I just want her to be happy.
Mike : The same alarm clock every morning, same two pops on the same snooze button, same shower, towel, toothbrush, razor, blazer, hair pump, gel spray. It's a fucking epidemic, Fisher. You're getting married, baby. I'm not going to candy-coat it - it just gets worse. It's an eighteen-wheel cement truck that's going to crush every bone in your big body.
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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.
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[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!
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Kyle Fisher : You've got a warped thought process, your brain doesn't work properly.
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[Adam Jr. falls to the ground]
Kyle Fisher : Give me your hand!
Adam Berkow Jr. : [yelling] I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!
Timmy Berkow : [to Adam Jr.] Come on... .get up!
Kyle Fisher : [to Adam Jr.] You don't reach out to me, I can't help you!
Timmy Berkow : [to Adam Jr.] Get up you little bitch!
Adam Berkow Jr. : [yells at Kyle] BEAT IT!
Kyle Fisher : [to Adam Jr.] Give me your hand!... ... your new mommy's coming. Your new mommy's coming. Your new mommy's... ...
[Kyle falls over in his wheelchair and is dragging himself to Adam Jr. as a quadriplegic Charles looks on]
Kyle Fisher : [as he's crawling to Adam Jr. on his own stumps] Come on, come on Adam, we're going to make it. Let's talk about our feelings!
Adam Berkow Jr. : [yelling] I HATE YOU AND YOUR BITCH WIFE!
[Adam Jr. sees a legless Kyle is getting closer to him]
Adam Berkow Jr. : Get your own crutch stump boy!
[Laura comes outside to the commotion, which triggers her nervous breakdown]
Timmy Berkow : [to Laura in a sarcastic voice] Did you at least clean the bathroom? It better be spotless!
Kyle Fisher : [to Adam Jr.] Let's talk about our feelings! How do we feel?
Kyle Fisher : [to Laura] A little help?
Kyle Fisher : [Kyle is on top of Adam Jr and is hugging him and cradling his head] It's a safe place! It's a safe place!
Adam Berkow Jr. : I can't breathe asshole!
Kyle Fisher : [to Laura] A little help please!
Adam Berkow Jr. : [to Kyle] Let go of me you gimp!
Kyle Fisher : [to Laura] A little help!
[Laura runs away screaming in horror]
Kyle Fisher : [to Laura as she is running] A little help? Want to help me with the wheelchair?
[Laura continues to run away screaming]
