The Lookout (2007)
Gary Spargo: My old man used to say to me, probably the only thing we ever really agreed on, was that whoever has the money has the power. You might wanna jot that down in your book. It's something you're gonna need to remember.
Loan Officer: Who exactly are these sandwiches named after?
Lewis: People I've admired. We could name one after you, if you wanted?
Loan Officer: Oh, no. No, I don't think that's necessary...
Lewis: Sure, sure why not?
Loan Officer: Well, that's very kind of you but...
Lewis: Come on! What's your first name?
Loan Officer: [pause] Reuben
Lewis: What's your middle name?
Lewis: [after Chris racks a shotgun] Oh, there's a comforting sound!
Lewis: Am I dead? I must be dead because no one's talking to me!
Lewis: [explaining how he went blind] When I was about your age, me and some friends decided to make some money by opening up a meth lab.
Luvlee: Oh! Did you blow yourself up?
Lewis: Does it look like I blew myself up?
Lewis: What do you call a mushroom that walks into a bar and buys everyone a drink?
Chris Pratt: I don't know.
Lewis: A fungi.
Chris Pratt: It only happens once a year, and then they die. It's like a mating ritual or something.
Kelly: Isn't that romantic?
Marty: [as he lights up a cigarette] You cannot be serious. That is pathetic.
Gary Spargo: [using his asthma inhaler] That's Chris Pratt.
[hits Marty's seat]
Gary Spargo: Put that fucking thing out.
Lewis: Can I tell you something? You won't get upset?
Chris Pratt: What?
Lewis: I don't think you should go home anymore.
Lewis: You know, here I am, sitting at home alone every night while you're out getting blown and God knows what else by Luvlee something, who probably has a friend, and what, you don't introduce me?
Chris Pratt: Lemons. That's what it is.
Lewis: That's what what is?
Chris Pratt: That's her last name.
Lewis: Luvlee Lemons? That's her name?
Chris Pratt: Well, it's her stage name. She's a performer. Or she was.
Lewis: Ah, and by stage I'm assuming you mean the kind with a pole?
Chris Pratt: What do you mean?
Lewis: Let's move on.
Chris Pratt: This your farm?
Gary Spargo: Uh, you know what, my uncle Bone found it and kind of negotiated with the owner.
Chris Pratt: Are you OK?
Lewis: I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?
Chris Pratt: Because the lights are on. They're up there, aren't they?
Lewis: Just get out of here.
[Gary hits Lewis and grabs the phone]
Gary Spargo: Come on up here Chris, and let's talk about how we can figure this out.
Gary Spargo: Where is it?
Bone: He says he doesn't remember.
Chris Pratt: Lewis, you OK?
Lewis: [sarcastically] oh, I'm terrific.
Gary Spargo: Don't do this, Chris. Just tell me where it is.
Chris Pratt: I don't know where it is.
Chris Pratt: I started skating again. I'm not as good as I used to be, but I'm okay. What happened that night along Route 24 is a part of me now. I just hope that one day Kelly will be ready to see me again and I can finally tell her what I've only been able to say in my dreams. Until then, all I can do is wake up, take a shower, with soap, and try to forgive myself. If I can do that, then maybe others will forgive me too. I don't know if that will happen, but I guess I'll just have to work backwards from there.
Chris Pratt: Once upon a time, I woke up. I took a shower with soap.
Lewis: I get turned down more times than the beds at the Holiday Inn.
Lewis: [to Luvlee] Please tell me you're not waving your hand in front of my face.