- Forget it. Thanks for having faith in me! I gotta fix my equipment. - Gale!

- You don't remember me, do you? - Sorry?

Think of me as your director. You re in my movie. You got a fun part so don't blow it.

Don't you get it?! This has never been about killing you. It's about...becoming you.

I am sorry. You don't have to be a bitch about it. - Of course I don't. Eat me.

- Why don't you come for me? You got the balls for that? - Oh, poor Sidney. You think this is all about you?

- Say, a celebrity visit to your Cinema Club...by me? - What about Sidney?

What are you, deaf? Give me...your gun.

See the blank line in your contract? You can name your phrase.

I ve got plans for you. I am gonna slit your eyelids in half so you don't blink when I stab you in the face.

- What about Sidney? - Hey, you know her, right? I am you're friends with her?

Don't tell me you didn't know this day would come.

Listen, in about 2 seconds I am gonna revitalize your face... with my tarnished brand.

- Even your friends? - My friends? What world are you living in? I don't need friends. I need fans.

- Forget watching Stab. You get to live it. - No, no, no, no, no. He's the expert, it's not me.

- Please, there is someone else out here. Let me in. - If you can't trust him, don't open the door.

- And you care? - Don't you think it'd be a lot safer with me around?

- I don't trust you, Trevor. - Hey. I am just gonna have to make sure that you do. Alright?

You just had to be the hero, huh? Give me your gun.

You know, Rebecca, it doesn't sound to me like you re in the hospital.