Interrogation Sergeant:
What's your name? Come on. What's your name? Do you have a name? Do you have a police record? Where are you from?
John Ryder:
Disneyland.
[
Picking up the hitchhiker]
Jim Halsey:
My mother told me to never do this.
Jim Halsey:
Do I look like a killer to you?
Nash:
Actually we're all from Mars around here, we keep our spaceship out back. So... what planet are you from?
Nash:
Why didn't he kill us?
Jim Halsey:
Let's go.
Nash:
Why didn't he kill us?
[
pause]
Jim Halsey:
Let's go.
John Ryder:
Gas stations have cigarettes.
Jim Halsey:
What about gas?
John Ryder:
I don't need gas.
Jim Halsey:
What do you want?
Jim Halsey:
What's so funny?
John Ryder:
[
Stops Laughing] That's what the other guy said.
Jim Halsey:
What other guy?
John Ryder:
That guy back there, the one we just passed. The guy who picked me up before you did.
Jim Halsey:
That was him in there?
John Ryder:
Sure it was. He couldn't have walked very far.
Jim Halsey:
Why's that?
John Ryder:
Because I cut off his legs... and his arms... and his Head. And I'm going to do the same to you.
Jim Halsey:
Look, I think you better get out now.
[
Silence]
Jim Halsey:
. The ride is over.
[
Silence]
Jim Halsey:
. Goodbye.
John Ryder:
I'm going to sit here. And you're going to drive.
Jim Halsey:
You'll get caught.
John Ryder:
Sure. Fine. So What.
John Ryder:
How do you like "Shitsville"?
Trooper Hancock:
You just threw your life down the toilet, girl.
Nash:
When the truth comes down, I'll be just fine.
[
Donner photographs Jim Halsey]
Trooper Donner:
Well, these are real good. Your mama's gonna like those.
Trooper Hancock:
You spit on my wrist.
Jim Halsey:
What?
Trooper Hancock:
I said you spit on my wrist. Wipe it off.
Captain Esteridge:
You're gonna get yourself killed. And if you don't, you're gonna be in a whole lotta trouble.
Jim Halsey:
I'm sorry, sir. It's something I gotta do.
Captain Esteridge:
No, you don't know what you're doin'.
Jim Halsey:
Yeah, I do.
[
Jim watches John Ryder being interrogated]
Jim Halsey:
[
whispering] John Ryder.
Captain Esteridge:
What'd you say?
Jim Halsey:
His name is John Ryder.
[
John leaps into the police truck that Jim is driving]
John Ryder:
Hi kid.
Trooper Hancock:
[
talking about Jim] Don't you know who he is?
Nash:
You got the wrong man, Lyle.
Trooper Hancock:
Like hell we do!
Proprietor:
Well, what happened to you?
Jim Halsey:
Nothing.
Proprietor:
Nothing?
Jim Halsey:
Nothing happened.
Sergeant Starr:
[
to Donner] That kid ain't a killer. Any fool can see that.
Jim Halsey:
[
trying to get policemen to help untie Nash from between two large trucks] Why don't you do something?... FUCKING DO SOMETHING!
[
John wants Jim to say, "I want to die"]
Jim Halsey:
I don't know if I can say that.
John Ryder:
Sure you can. Repeat after me. I...
Jim Halsey:
I...
John Ryder:
Want... want...
Jim Halsey:
Want...
John Ryder:
To...
Jim Halsey:
To...
John Ryder:
Die... Die.
Jim Halsey:
I don't want to die!
John Ryder:
You wanna know what happens to an eyeball when it gets punctured? Do you got any idea how much blood jets out of a guy's neck when his throat's been slit?
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