Julie: We need help.
Barry: I'll say. You two should look at a mirror sometime. You look like shit run over twice.
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Julie: Guys... Hi... I'm on sexist overload as it is, kill the commentary.
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Ray: I never knew her breasts were so... ample.
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Helen: You little shit-stick-mayberry-ass reject. There has been a murder, and you are going to fry in hell if you don't do something about it.
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Barry: Okay let's supposed someone was there that night, why send the letter one year later? Probably some crack fucking around... Max.
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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.
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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.
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Elyssa: [to Helen] You and your hair, it's so pathetic.
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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.
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Julie: Please, it's a fictional story created to warn young girls of the dangers of having premarital sex.
Ray: Well actually honey, you know how terrified I am of your IQ but it's an urban legend, American folklore and they all usually originate from some real life incident.
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Max: You almost got that rich boy act down Ray.
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Helen: Come sit in the back. I'll let you do things to me.
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Barry: We made a pact and we're keeping it.
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Julie: I hate this, I really hate this. Your gonna go and your gonna fall for some head-shaven, black-wearin, tattoo-covered, body-piercing philosophy student."
Ray: That sounds attractive.
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Ben Willis: You in some kind of trouble child?
Julie: Yes, yeah I'm in a lot of trouble.
Ben Willis: That's a shame, being that it's the 4th of July and all. Kids like you should be out having fun. Drinking, partying, running over people, getting away with murder, things like that.
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Barry: Nobody drives my car but me, you got that shit smear?
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Barry: [to Ray] And since you bring it up... we all know *you* have a slicker.
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Julie: [to Barry] Can you say alcoholic?
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Julie: Helen, we killed a man and ruined the lives of everyone he knew.
Helen: I don't think we were that powerful Julie, you're giving us way to much credit.
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Deb: Julie, get your white as death-chalky ass corpse in the car-now.
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Helen: Hey, its all about the hair. Don't you forget that. Especially when you become some big hotshot lawyer. Those professional types think its all about brains and ability and completely ignore the do
Julie: So, the do is vital, got it
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Elyssa: Is the dried-out, washed-up has-been having a moment?
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[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!
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Barry: This is probably some psycho with a hook for a hand... we're doing the whole world a favour.
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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: You got a letter? I got run over, Helen gets her hair chopped off, Julie gets a dead body in her car trunk, and you get a letter? Oh, that's balanced!
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Ray: What can I do for you Max?
Max: You can wipe that my-shit-don't-stink grin off your face.
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Barry: [sarcastic] Ooh, I know what you did last summer? What a crock of shit.
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Helen: Well Bob, at summer's end I plan on moving to New York where I'll pursue a career as a serious actress. It's my goal to entertain the world through artistic expression. Through art I shall serve my country.
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Max: Mother fucker. Don't you test me mother fucker, I'll call the cops on your college quarterback ass.
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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: 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.
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[the killer threatens Julie with his ice hook]
Ben Willis: Happy Fourth of July, Julie!
Julie: Please, it was an accident.
Ben Willis: I know all about accidents, and let me give you some advice: when you leave a man for dead, make sure that he's really dead!
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Ray: See, no one gets me the way you do.
Julie: I understand your pain.
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Helen: Yeah, Jodi Foster tried this and a skinner of a serial killer answered the door.
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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!
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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?
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Helen: We should have a plan. Angela Lansbury always had a plan.
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Sheriff: Oh, and did this killer use his hook to cut all your hair off?
Helen: No, he used scissors, asshole.
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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.
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Barry: A toast... to us, to our last summer of immature, adolescent decadence.
Helen: Somebody's buzzed.
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Barry: We're going to go home now and never ever under any circumstances known to God- speak about this again. Is that clear? It's now a future therapy bill.
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Helen: What happened to us? We used to be best friends.
Julie: We used to be a lot of things.
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