Donald Sutherland: Matthew Bennell
Matthew Bennell : [dials his phone] I'll get the police.
Telephone Operator : [voice] Police.
Matthew Bennell : Officer, I'd like to report four bodies in my backyard.
Telephone Operator : Wait right there Mr. Bennell.
Matthew Bennell : How do you know my name?
Jack Bellicec : [Jack's eyes widen with fear] Hang up, Matthew.
Matthew Bennell : [into the phone] I didn't tell you my name.
Jack Bellicec : Hang up!
Matthew Bennell : [hangs up the phone] I didn't tell them my name!
Nancy Bellicec : That's because they're all part of it. They're all pods, all of them!
Matthew Bennell : [Bennell has just removed a small indistinct object from a stock pot with a pair of tweezers] What is that?
Cook : A caper.
Matthew Bennell : Nope.
Restaurant Owner : You presume to tell me what is in the stock?
Matthew Bennell : It's a rat turd.
Restaurant Owner : A what?
Matthew Bennell : A rat turd!
Restaurant Owner : [sniffs the "caper"] A caper!
Matthew Bennell : A rat turd.
Restaurant Owner : [sniffs again, now angry] A CAPER!
Matthew Bennell : If it's a caper, eat it.
[the restaurateur sheepishly demurs]
Matthew Bennell : [Elizabeth and Matthew are captured by snathcers in the Health Department office. Kibner gives them sedatives, so that they can be snatched while asleep] Listen, we're not the last humans left. There are people who will fight you. They will find out what you're doing here.
Elizabeth Driscoll : They'll stop you.
Dr. David Kibner : In an hour... you won't want them to. In an hour, you'll be one of us.
Elizabeth Driscoll : Matthew, we'll never be able to stop them!
Matthew Bennell : Yes, we will.
Elizabeth Driscoll : We can't! Look it, they control the whole city.
Matthew Bennell : We'll find a way somehow.
Elizabeth Driscoll : Oh, Matthew, I can't go on! I wanna go to sleep. I can't stay awake any more.
Matthew Bennell : You have to. You have to stay awake.
[while Matthew drives Elizabeth through the city, a crazed man runs up to their car]
Elizabeth Driscoll : Look out!
[Matthew slams on the brakes, but the man's head still strikes the already broken windshield. Unfazed, the man immediately proceeds to pound on the windshield for attention]
Matthew Bennell : Oh, my God, oh my God! Lock the door! Lock the door!
Running man : [panicked shouting] Help! They're coming! They're coming!
Elizabeth Driscoll : Maybe we should help him.
Running man : Help! Help! They're coming! They're coming! Listen to me! Listen!
Matthew Bennell : No, he's smashed out of his skull.
Elizabeth Driscoll : He's terrified.
Running man : Help me! You're next! Please!
[the man moves to the driver's window]
Running man : Please! You're next! We're in danger!
[he tries the door handle, but it's locked]
Running man : Please, listen ot me! Something terrible! Please!
[he looks over his shoulder, then back]
Running man : You're nex- Here they are!
[he starts to run off, but still shouts at them]
Running man : They're already here! Help! You're next! They're coming! They're coming!
[he runs around the corner as a crowd chases him]
Matthew Bennell : He must have done something.
[a horn sounds, brakes screech, a thud his heard, and Elizabeth gasps involuntarily]
Matthew Bennell : [noting the approaching motorcycle with siren] The policeman will help.
[They make the turn and see a throng of expressionless people standing silently over the man's dead body in the street. The policeman waves them by]
Elizabeth Driscoll : Oh, my God! That poor man. What was he talking about?
Matthew Bennell : I'll phone a witness report in when I get to the bookstore.
Matthew Bennell : Do you want to go see my friend David Kibner?
Elizabeth Driscoll : The psychiatrist?
Matthew Bennell : Not like that. Talk to him. He would put things into perspective. -...
Elizabeth Driscoll : I'm not crazy.
Matthew Bennell : No, no, no. I'm serious. He would eliminate whether Geoffrey was having an affair, or had become gay. Whether he had a social disease, or had become a Republican. All the things that could have happened to have made you feel he had changed.
Matthew Bennell : What is that suppose to be?
Chef : It is cervelles en matelote.
Matthew Bennell : In English, what would I be eating if I ate that?
Chef : Ah. Calves' brain in red wine.
Matthew Bennell : Red wine and what else?
Restaurant Owner : Mais, c'est impossible. It's impossible. It's a secret, Mr Bennell
Matthew Bennell : You don't have any secrets from the Department of Health, Henri.
Matthew Bennell : [getting rid of Jack] There's a woman over there who wants to discuss your book.