Panic (2000)
William H. Macy: Alex
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Sarah Cassidy : All you're doing is walking along the street with a beautiful young girl.
Alex : That's enough to get me killed.
Sarah Cassidy : Your wife's possessive?
Alex : All women are possessive.
Sarah Cassidy : Hah! All women?
Alex : Yeah.
Sarah Cassidy : Each and every one the world over?
Alex : Sure.
Sarah Cassidy : Does the word "enlightenment" ever come your way?
Alex : You know a woman who's not possessive?
Sarah Cassidy : I'm not possessive. I believe in destiny. Either someone loves you or they don't. If they don't, there's nothing you can do about it.
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Sarah Cassidy : [Alex has shown up at her doorstep] What do you want?
Alex : You.
Sarah Cassidy : And then?... Then? After you have me, what then?
Alex : I don't know.
Sarah Cassidy : You don't know much, do ya'?
Alex : No, I guess not.
Sarah Cassidy : So your plan is, you have me, you ravish me, you bury your pathetic middle-aged pain in me, and then you say thanks... or maybe you don't... and you leave, and I never see you again? Or, I see you again and again, because I make you feel better, and you can't stand not feeling better. Either way, you finally get your shit together, and you go back to your marriage - your lovely life, your lovely wife - and I'm left alone in this fucking apartment, wondering when my own life is gonna' begin. Is that your plan? Jesus, it must be: you're here.
Alex : I'm not middle-aged.
Sarah Cassidy : You want me to have an affair with you. You want me to be your mistress.
Alex : You're kinda' scary, you know that?
Sarah Cassidy : You should go now.
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Alex : You shouldn't have done that with Sammy, dad.
Michael : What are you talking about?
Alex : Making him feel bad like that, about spilling the glue.
Michael : [Dismissively] The kid's a retard.
Alex : He's very smart.
Michael : Right.
Alex : He is!
Michael : Okay. I'm sorry. I get aggravated. Tell Martha I'm sorry. Is she pissed at me?
Alex : Yes.
Michael : Did she make you come talk to me? Are you the messenger boy?
Alex : No.
Michael : You pussy-whipped, son? I think you're pussy-whipped. Don't feel bad about it. We're all fuckin' pussy-whipped. Women run the world. Don't let anyone tell you different. Women, not men. Fuck them.
Michael : [sighs] Sneaky, the way they do it. That's what they're good at: being fucking sneaky. Who decides what you're gonna' eat tonight? Who decides how much booze you should drink? Who decides what movie you're gonna' go see? Follow my drift, Alex? Women are vipers.
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[first lines]
Alex : You ever get the feeling you're dead? Like some dog lying in the street, that's been hit by a car and left there to rot? Like I don't know why .. why I bother getting up in the morning.
