The Ice Harvest (2005)
Charlie Arglist: As Wichita falls... so falls Wichita Falls.
Renata: [answers phone] Hello?
Charlie Arglist: Renata?
Charlie Arglist: Listen. You were right. Vic and I have been skimming.
Renata: Well, duh!
Charlie Arglist: I think Roy Gelles must have found out, and I think he might have killed Vic.
Renata: That's terrible!
Charlie Arglist: So I was thinking it might be best if I left town, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me.
Renata: You have the money?
Charlie Arglist: What? Which?
Renata: The money we're talking about. That you and Vic have been skimming. Try to keep up, OK?
Charlie Arglist: No. Vic had it.
Renata: So, your idea is that we should run away together and be poor?
Charlie Arglist: I thought I'd give it a shot.
Charlie Arglist: Did I ever tell you my father was a twin?
Pete Van Heuten: Identical?
Charlie Arglist: Fraternal. Looked a lot alike, though, him and my uncle. Different temperaments completely. My father, he's a cop. By-the-book guy. Believed in the law, wanted his only son to be a lawyer. Drank in moderation, didn't smoke. Kept up his life insurance premiums. Voted in every election, not just for president.
Pete Van Heuten: Lemme guess, uncle didn't vote?
Charlie Arglist: He said he didn't want to encourage the bastards. In and out of jail from the time he was 16... drunk all the time, fucked everything that walked. Won a fortune playing poker, lost it all the same way. Lost an eye in a fight. My father was 54 when he died of a massive embolism, right here in Wichita. My uncle died the very next day in a car wreck in California. So the point is... it is futile to regret. You do one thing, you do another... I mean, so what? What's the difference? Same result.
Pete Van Heuten: Take me with you, man.
Charlie Arglist: Oh, Fuck. Jesus, Pete.
Pete Van Heuten: No, I mean it. Take me with you, buddy. I can't do my life, man. I can't do it.
Charlie Arglist: Just get some rest.
Pete Van Heuten: I hate myself. I want a new life.
Charlie Arglist: You don't want mine.
Pete Van Heuten: I really do.
Charlie Arglist: I'm in trouble. I'm in big fucking trouble.
Pete Van Heuten: But that'd be great. Don't you see? We go out in a blaze of glory. Like men. Like men, Charlie No goddamn life left for men anymore. Not here. This country, all that's left for men is money and pussy.
Pete Van Heuten: My friend here is a mobster. You may know that. You may not.
Vic: He actually threatened to shoot Gladys if I did't tell him where the money was. But I think he was counting on a level of commitment and affection between her and me that just simply wasn't there.
Vic: Don't be so worried. The hard part's done already. Everything worked just like you said it would.
Charlie Arglist: Yeah. I guess.
Vic: Just act normal for a few hours and we're home free. OK?
Charlie Arglist: OK.
Charlie Arglist: Uh, you wanna take the money and not me?
Vic: You wanna take the money?
Charlie Arglist: No, I-I-I don't know. I was just...
Vic: Well, if you wanna take the money... I mean, if you think you could do a better job at guarding two-million dollars...
Charlie Arglist: No, no, no. It should be you. It should be you. It's just that we didn't discuss that.
Vic: Are we through discussing it? Or is there more to say on the subject?
Charlie Arglist: No. We're done.
Vic: Cool. OK. Shut the door.
Charlie Arglist: OK.
Vic: And Charlie? Act normal.
Charlie Arglist: Yeah.
Vic: Well? How'd it go?
Charlie Arglist: Good. Went good.
Vic: How much?
Charlie Arglist: A lot.
Vic: Am I gonna have to slap the shit outta you? How much?
Charlie Arglist: Vic, it's a great, big, fuckin' pile of money: two-million - one-hundred - forty-seven-thousand dollars and change. My God, we're actually doing this.
Vic: No, we're not doing it. It's already done.
Pete Van Heuten: [standing outside his home where his wife's family is waiting to have Christmas dinner] That's my chair in there. You wanna know the truth? I can't fill it.
Charlie Arglist: Neither could I, if it makes you feel any better.
Pete Van Heuten: Listen, Charlie. Before we go in, there's something I have to tell you. It's been on my conscience, and you can punch me if you want to.
Charlie Arglist: I don't think I'm gonna want to.
Pete Van Heuten: Back when you and Sarabeth were still married, that last year... she and I were fucking.
Charlie Arglist: [not surprised] No kidding?
Pete Van Heuten: Like minks. Everywhere. Kitchen table, your bed, garage.
Charlie Arglist: Wow.
Pete Van Heuten: Jesus, Charlie, we were friends! It doesn't make you angry?
Charlie Arglist: Actually, it makes me curious. It makes me wonder who she's fucking now.
Pete Van Heuten: [waking up in back of Charlie's car] Ugh... Where are we?
Charlie Arglist: We're in heaven, Pete.
Pete Van Heuten: Oh... They got pancakes?
Charlie Arglist: They got everything.
Pete Van Heuten: Good.
Charlie Arglist: It's Christmas! Everyone's nice on Christmas!
Vic Cavanaugh: Only morons are nice on Christmas.
Sidney: My mother's always telling me I gotta control my anger, channel my energy into something more positive. Makes me want to slap her silly.
Charlie Arglist: Pete, I know you're not asking for my advice, but listen... you should really shut the fuck up.
Vic: You're dead, Roy. Don't just stand there pretending you're not.
Renata: It's against my religion to give out personal advice, but you should either sober up or get real drunk.
Pete Van Heuten: That was unpleasant. I think I scraped my tummy.
Vic: See, this is the whole problem with people, if you are what you do and you never do anything, then what the fuck are you? That's the way I see it anyways.
Sidney: No no no. Shut-up you toothless old whore!
[fight breaks out]
Sidney: Ah shit, Mom I gotta go.
Charlie Arglist: Oh, Vic?
Charlie Arglist: [Shows a severed thumb] Whose thumb is this?
Vic: Oh yeah, Roy. good news: Charlie brought your thumb.
Vic: You know what, Roy? One more word out of that trunk, and I'm going to shoot it at both ends, because the truth is, I can't remember which end your head's at.