Bill Paxton: Bill Harding

Twister

Bill Harding

Bill: Jo. Things go wrong. You can't explain it, you can't predict it. Killing yourself wo'nt bring your dad back. I'm sorry that he died, but that was a long time ago. You gotta move on. Stop living in the past, and look what you got right in front of you.
Jo: What are you saying?
Bill: Me, Jo.

[about Bill's new fiancée, while in his truck]
Bill: She's a... a therapist.
Jo: Oh... Yours?
Bill: Christ, you couldn't resist, could you?
Jo: What? I'm not saying you *need* therapy.
Bill: What? Wait, wait, wait, I need therapy?
Jo: I didn't say that. I didn't *say* that.
Bill: What could I possibly need a therapist for? Huh? You're the doctor, tell me!
Jo: I don't know... inability to finish things?
Bill: "Inability to finish things"?
Jo: Maybe rushing into things you can't quite commit to.
Bill: Commitment?
Jo: You asked!

Joey: [Discussing at Meg's on the tornadoes they have seen so far at Meg's home at her dining table, eating steak and eggs] No, that was a good size twister. What was it, an F3?
Bill: Solid F2.
Melissa: See, now you have lost me again.
Bill: It's the Fujita scale. It measures a tornado's intensity by how much it eats.
Melissa: Eats?
Bill: Destroys.
Laurence: That one we encountered back there was a strong F2, possibly an F3.
Beltzer: Maybe we'll see some 4's.
Haynes: That would be sweet!
Bill: 4 is good. 4 will relocate your house very efficiently.
Melissa: Is there an F5?
[Everyone goes dead silent]
Melissa: What would that be like?
Jason 'Preacher' Rowe: The Finger of God.
Melissa: None of you has ever seen an F5?
Bill: ...Just one of us.
[Looks upstairs, indicating Jo]

Melissa: [at Meg's home at her dining table, eating steak and eggs] Why do you call Billy "The Extreme?"
Dusty: Because Billy *is* "The Extreme."
Jason 'Preacher' Rowe: Bill is the most outta control son of a bitch in the game!
Bill: [looking at Jo] No, I think I came in second.
Dusty: So we get this one near Daleton, right?
Rabbit: Oh, God.
Jo: You guys have got to get some new stories. I'm gonna go wash up.
Dusty: And we are way too close. And Jo's got the vid on it right, she's filming it. And all of the sudden outta nowhere, this shitty lookin' green Valiant comes pulling up right in the way.
Beltzer: [points to Bill] And this loser stumbles out of the car, he's got like a bottle of Jack Daniel's in his hand...
Dusty: He's naked!
Rabbit: He is *butt* naked!
Beltzer: Naked!
Bill: NOT naked! I was NOT naked!
Beltzer: [whispering & laughing in Melissa's ear] He was without apparel.
Bill: Half naked.
Dusty: Naked. Ok, so Jo's yelling at him to get out of the way, right?
[all laugh]
Dusty: And he just strolls up to the twister, says 'have a drink', and he chucks the bottle into the twister, and it NEVER hits the ground.
Jason 'Preacher' Rowe: The twister caught it, and sucked it right up!
Bill: [directing towards Melissa] Honey, this is a tissue of lies. See, there was another Bill, an evil Bill, and I killed him.

Bill: [after the tornado pass by them at the drive in movie theater] Honey, it's Meg. I gotta go.
Melissa: I'm going back.
Bill: Good, good, you'll be safe at the motel. I'll see you in the morning.
Melissa: I won't be there.
Bill: What? Why? What are you saying?
Melissa: I'm saying goodbye.
Bill: No...
Melissa: You know what? I can't compete with this. I don't even know where to start.
Bill: Wait, don't do this now, please.
Melissa: Sooner or later it would have ended, we both know that. The funny thing is... I'm not that upset. What does that mean?
Bill: I never meant for any of this to happen,
Melissa: Oh Billy, I know. It's okay. You go ahead. She needs you. I hope that Aunt Meg's okay.
Bill: What about you?
Melissa: Oh, don't worry about me. I know my way home.

Jo: [in the middle of an argument chasing the first tornado, veering off the road] Do you want me to drive?
Bill: [while looking at Jo instead of road] No!
Jo: [Seeing they are heading for a large combine parked along the side of the road] Then would you?
[Bill swerves to avoid]

[Jo is salvaging belongings from her crashed truck and looking at Bill's new truck]
Jo: You got full coverage on that truck?
Bill: Liability only.
Jo: [thoughtfully] Liability only...
Jo: It's a very pretty truck.
Melissa: [smiling] Thank you.
Bill: Don't even think about it.
[Jo keeps cleaning out her truck]
Bill: No way.

[Jo and Bill are trying to hide from the F5 in a barn but see it's full of sharp metal farming implements]
Jo: My god, who are these people?
Bill: I don't think so!

Beltzer: [over the radio, referring to Jo and Bill arguing] Hey, you guys want to wrap this up pretty soon?
Bill: [over the radio] What?
Beltzer: Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if you wanted to chase this tornado, or if you just wanted to catch the next one.
Bill: Shit!

Dusty: [seeing Bill for the first time in a long time] The extreme! IT'S THE EXTREME!
Bill: Oh, man. Don't start that shit.

[after the twister has passed]
Bill: It's gone... it's gone.
Jo: [looking behind them] Where's my truck?
[cut to road; truck crashes to the ground in front of Melissa in Bill's truck]
Melissa: [screams]
Jo: There it is!

Jo: [in her truck] Can I drive?
Bill: No!
Jo: Then would you?
Bill: [noticing truck has drifted off the road and is about to run into a parked vehicle] Whoa!

Dr. Jonas Miller: [explaining what his own version of Dorothy can do when Bill uppercuts him in the face] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Bill: You son of a bitch. What'd you think, I wouldn't find out?
[grabs Jonas by his shirt and begins to fight]
Dr. Jonas Miller: What is the matter with you?
Bill: You stole my design, you son of a bitch.
[continues to fight with Jonas then Bill's team and Jonas' team breaks them up]
Dr. Jonas Miller: The hell are you talking about?
Bill: Dorothy. You took her, you damn thief.
Dr. Jonas Miller: [realizes what Bill is talking about] Oh, I get it. You want to take credit for MY design.
Bill: She was OUR idea and you know it.
Dr. Jonas Miller: Unrealized idea... unrealized.