Dermot Mulroney credited as playing...
Talget
- Talget: My daughter, Mary. She's got really long hair almost down to her waist. In fact, it's the one rule my fucking ex respects, which is that I'm the only one who cuts her hair... She does this thing. She'll come and hover over me. I'll just be dead asleep, and she'll start swinging her head back and forth, tickling me with her hair all in my face, and
- [LAUGHS]
- Talget: she'll be laughing like crazy. It's a certain type of laugh, you know, when the kid goes past laughing to laughing, like a...
- [MIMICS CHILD LAUGHING]
- Talget: You know, like you can't really breathe, sounding more like an old man than a kid... I miss the hell out of that kid... Yeah.
- Ottway: You should. You know that?... Those things from your life, whatever they might be, make you want that next minute more than the last... Make you fight for it.
- Diaz: I just wanna fuck one more time
- [ALL LAUGHING]
- Talget: See, you ruined my story, motherfucker.
- Diaz: No. No, man.
- Talget: I'm telling a nice little sweet story about my daughter...
- Diaz: I don't mean to wreck your shit... I know, I know. I just can't go out on that last piece of horrible ass that I had. You know what I'm saying? A 53-year-old hooker, half-Eskimo.
- Talget: We shouldn't talk about that.
- Diaz: She was 250, 260. No shit. The bitch gave me the clap like it was gift wrapped
- [MEN LAUGHING]
- Talget: No, no, no. No, no, no.
- Diaz: Anyway... No, I just think that I would punch out and that would be my fucking swan song, right?... That alone is worth the fight... That's worth the fight.
- Talget: I keep sitting here thinking. Even with all this stuff going on, we hit the ground at 400 miles an hour, and we made it... Why would we go through something like that, that crash, if it wasn't meant to be... or ordained?
- Diaz: BY Who?... The Almighty?... That fucking fairy tale?... How about good old-fashioned blind luck?... Flannery survived that crash, so did Hernandez... It don't matter. Fate doesn't give a fuck... Dead is dead... Where do you think those boys are now?... Up in heaven? Being fitted for wings?... No, I'll tell you where they are... They're not. That's where. They're nowhere. They're gone.