Grosse Pointe Blank (1997)
Joan Cusack: Marcella
Marcella : [Marcella dances around the office, pouring gasoline all over everything, pounding on computers with a hammer, throwing bits of equipment across the room, all the while humming cheerfully to herself. The phone rings]
Marcella : Hello?
Marty : Are we out of business yet?
Marcella : [sing-song] I am taking down the office now.
Marcella : [Carrying on multiple conversations over the phone] Okay, got it.
Marty : Bye bye
Marcella : Amelia?
[the other line beeps]
Marcella : Wait, hold on a second.
[switches to the other line]
Marcella : Pacific Trident Global. Janice?... Yeah, where the fuck is it? I ordered it three days ago... No, that doesn't work. That's, that's not right. Let me go over it again, alright? Let's see: 3,000 rounds of 9mm sub-sonic. You had that. I gave that to you on the fucking list!... Well I don't give a God-damn where it is, you get it here now!
Marcella : Amelia? I'm sorry... Yeah, no... No, I, it's not going to be a boring soup! It just, that's just the base! You put the chicken in, you gotta add other flavors. Carrots and celery are just a base of a soup!
Marcella : As a graduate of the class of 1986, you are someone special. Remember, there's nowhere you can go that you haven't learned how to go in time. Whatever the hell that means.
Marcella : You know, when you started getting invited to your ten year high school reunion, time is catching up.
Martin Q. Blank : Are you talking about a sense of my own mortality or a fear of death?
Marcella : Well, I never really thought about it quite like that.
Martin Q. Blank : Did you go to yours?
Marcella : Yes, I did. It was just as if everyone had swelled.