Marie:
Trevor, is someone chasing you?
Trevor Reznik:
Not yet. But they will when they find out who I am.
Stevie:
Are you okay?
Trevor Reznik:
Don't I look okay?
Stevie:
If you were any thinner, you wouldn't exist.
Stevie:
Trevor, I'm worried about you.
Trevor Reznik:
Don't worry. No one ever died of insomnia.
Stevie:
[
giggles] I hope not. You're my best client. Can't afford to lose you.
Trevor Reznik:
Gee, thanks.
Trevor Reznik:
Stevie, I haven't slept in a year.
Stevie:
Jesus Christ!
Trevor Reznik:
I tried him too.
Stevie:
Well, don't look so surprised. Even a call girl can scramble an egg.
DMV Clerk:
I'm sorry, sir, but we don't provide motorist information to the general public.
Trevor Reznik:
I'm not just a member of the general public. This guy's a friend of mine.
DMV Clerk:
But you don't know your friend's address?
Trevor Reznik:
We just met. I don't know him that well.
DMV Clerk:
Sir, this is the DMV, not a dating service.
Trevor Reznik:
I know who you are. I know who you are. I know who you are.
Trevor Reznik:
[
after realizing his fault] I know who you are... I know who you are... I know who you are... I know who you are.
[
first lines]
Ivan:
Who are you?
'Route 666' Loudspeaker:
You're going straight to Hell on Route 666!
Trevor Reznik:
You lying whore!
Stevie:
Get the fuck out of here! You fucking freak!
Trevor Reznik:
A little guilt goes a long way.
Ivan:
Looks like rain. Radio says there's a storm comin' in.
Trevor Reznik:
Guess they're right.
Ivan:
If you ask me, it's already here.
Trevor Reznik:
You know I'm not at National any more?
Miller:
Yeah, I heard about it. Sounds like you almost lost an arm yourself.
Trevor Reznik:
Don't you find that a bit ironic, Miller?
Miller:
Ironic? I'm sorry, kid, I never got out of the sixth grade.
[
repeated line]
Trevor Reznik:
I'd like to report a hit-and-run.
[
Last lines]
Trevor Reznik:
Right now I wanna sleep. I just want to sleep.
Tucker:
Congratulations, Reznik. You just made my shitlist!
Trevor Reznik:
I'm not in that photo!
Stevie:
Trevor, I'm looking at a picture of you, standing next to a fat guy with glasses holding a fish.
Trevor Reznik:
Now it all makes sense. I'm fucking you so he's fucking me!
Mrs. Shrike:
There is a leak in my ceiling. It's coming from your apartment.
Trevor Reznik:
That's impossible.
Mrs. Shrike:
I was gonna leave a note.
Trevor Reznik:
A note? What kind of note?
Mrs. Shrike:
About the leak.
Trevor Reznik:
I wish there was some way I could repay you.
Miller:
Well, for starters you could give me your left arm.
Ivan:
Oh, no. You look like you seen a ghost.
Trevor Reznik:
Funny you should say that. The guys at work don't think you exist.
Ivan:
That's why I can't get a raise.
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