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John Light
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饰John Riegert/...
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Sean Pertwee
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饰Dani Simiones...
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Georgina Rylance
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饰Calra
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Stephen Billington
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饰Ion
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John Riegert:
[looking at a crowded street ] Just shove them out of the way
Dani Simionescu:
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[incredulous]
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They're human beings, John, not sheep
John Riegert:
If you insist on splitting hairs.
Dani Simionescu:
I do, actually.
John Riegert:
[pause] That one looks like a sheep.
Ion:
[as Belial] Frankly I expected more of a scuffle. But then again, you do have a lot of self imposed limitations here. Hardly makes a game of it.
John Riegert:
Don't worry. I think I can keep it interesting.
Ion:
I do hope so... for old times' sake.
John Riegert:
It's done. For now.
Allison:
Where is he?
John Riegert:
Belial? He's where he belongs. With Me.
[looks up at sky]
John Riegert:
God created the world in seven days. This is the eighth. Remember, there are still so many out there that despise you. And your kind.
Allison:
Why?
John Riegert:
Because of what you are. And more than that, what you might yet become.
Allison:
What about you? Do you despise me?
Laurel:
Sorry I'm late. We had to stop for petrol and sweets.
Dani Simionescu:
[on Serban's murder] I didn't do it, if that's what you're driving at, John. You see, I like to see their faces.
John Riegert:
You're acting rather cavalier for a man in your tenuous position.
Dani Simionescu:
That's fucking it!
[pulls the car over]
Dani Simionescu:
Right, let's get one thing straight. I know when someone's trying to sweat me and quite frankly I don't fucking like it, so if you've got something to say, say it to my fucking face or get the fuck out of my fucking car.
John Riegert:
I believe you're guilty of nothing more than a certain degree of moral ambivalence.
Laurel:
From here on, you need to understand something.
Hardy:
What?
Laurel:
You need to understand that if you haven't stopped following me by the time I reach the top of these stairs, I'm going to have to put a bullet through your head.
Dani Simionescu:
Not again. I do wish you'd stop shoving things down your knickers, Serban. Makes me feel so cheap.
John Riegert:
Your mother didn't weep for you, Dani. But she weeps for you now.
John Riegert:
[after quick flashback to Dani's mother] You can hear it, everytime you close your eyes, can't you?
Dani Simionescu:
Tell me, who you are.
John Riegert:
Are you sure that's what you really want?
John Riegert:
[first line in the movie] I'm here to find one lost soul. I have no interests in tyrants or heros. Rather I prefer the lives of smaller men. The ones left behind.
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John Riegert:
He's lying. He can't touch you.
Allison:
How do I know that?
John Riegert:
Because this house, forgive the overused metaphor is Hell on Earth. It was ceded to me by virtue of the deeds commited here which makes it my domain. My house. My rules.
Allison:
What about you?
John Riegert:
I don't want the book. It repulses me. I'd much prefer you kept it.
Laurel:
Oh brilliant. You're not even going for the win now? How pathetic. Great Satan himself and he's playing for the draw?
John Riegert:
There's always tomorrow, Belial.
John Riegert:
It's done. For now.
Allison:
Where is he?
John Riegert:
Belial? He's where he belongs. With Me.
[looks up at sky]
John Riegert:
God created the world in seven days. This is the eighth. Remember, there are still so many out there that despise you. And your kind.
Allison:
Why?
John Riegert:
Because of what you are. And more than that, what you might yet become.
Allison:
What about you? Do you despise me?
Dani Simionescu:
So who exactly are we looking for?
John Riegert:
The one you call Laurel.
Dani Simionescu:
How can you be so sure it's in him?
John Riegert:
He's the only one unaccounted for. Please don't make me do your job, I have enough to do already.
Simon:
Love the apron, Belial
Calra:
- as Belial - Do you like it? You should grab yourself a body, Simon. They're to die for, really. You eat, you fuck, you kill, then you go home and write poems all about it.
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