Ryan Phillippe: Barry Cox

I Know What You Did Last Summer

Barry Cox

Julie: Barry, stop!
Barry: No! Wake up, Julie. He's behind all this! How many fucked up fisherman are out there?
Ray: Look, he's after me too! I got a letter.
Barry: Oh, you got a letter? I got run over! Helen gets her hair chopped off, Julie gets a body in her trunk, and you get a letter? That's balanced!

Barry: How do you know this is even related? You did a lot of things last summer.
Julie: Yeah, well, only one murder comes to mind.
Barry: You shut the hell up!
[looks behind to see if his mother is listening]

Helen: By that time I'll just be finishing my two year contract with Guiding Light, coinciding with your first year as starting quarterback for the Steelers.
Barry: Cowboys.
Helen: Whatever. Then we can elope to Europe, or the Caymans, wherever, where I'll let you impregnate me with the first of 3 children before you head off to rehab. Then we can live happily, blah blah blah.

Julie: We need help.
Barry: I'll say. You two should check out a mirror sometime. You look like shit run over twice.
Helen: You're a prick!

Barry: We're going home now and never, ever, under any circumstances known to God speak about this again is that clear? It is now merely a future therapy bill agreed?
Barry: [screaming] Helen?
Helen: I'll never mention it again.
Barry: We make a pact, right here and now we take this to our grave.
Ray: Agreed.
Barry: Julie?
[Julie nods her head in agreement]
Barry: [livid] Don't you nod your head, you fuckin' say it.
Julie: [somber] Yeah okay.
Barry: [Barry runs and grabs Julie by the neck pushing her against the car] We take this to our grave, let me hear it.
Ray: Let her go, Barry.
Barry: You fucking say it!
Julie: Okay, Barry, we take this to the grave.

Julie: Wait.
Ray: What?
Julie: Should we check his wallet and see who he is?
Barry: Why?
Julie: I don't know okay, just to know.
Helen: I don't want to know.
Barry: Let's just pretend he's some escaped lunatic with a hook for a hand and we're doing everybody a favor.

Barry: Even if his body washes ashore in the next couple of weeks, he'll be eaten by crabs and small fish. Maybe we'll get lucky with a shark. Take him to the side.

Max: Well go figure, I was just thinking to myself what ever happened to that Barry Cox?
Barry: [being very polite] Hey Max. Hey listen can we talk for a sec? In private?
Max: Oh what this isn't private enough for you?

Julie: Yeah but this is insane now Barry look at us, this secret's killing us.
Barry: I'm not going to the police and you're not either.
Julie: Barry please, we could put an end to it and maybe salvage some small fraction of a life.
Barry: And how do we do that? Huh? There was no accident Julie it was murder, your words remember? Murder. I say we find the fuck who's doing this and have a little one on one.

Barry: What is it with you Ray? You were dogging us from the start weren't you? Always wanting to be our friend, always wanting to be one of us but you were too fucking jealous to handle it
Ray: Fuck you!

[Barry has just seen the damage to his new car after hitting someone in the road]
Barry: [Almost besides himself from rage] FUCK! Can't you watch where you're going?
Ray: Hey, it came outta nowhere, I didn't see it!

Barry: Okay let's suppose someone was there that night, why send the letter one year later? It's probably some crack fucking around.
[Suddently realizes who it may be]
Barry: Max!

Barry: [to Ray] And since you bring it up... we all know *you* have a slicker.