Closed Captioning capture by: shadowy_agents@oocities.com
Names by: Cynia (cynia@hotmail.com)
 

A multimillion-dollar deal like this can come along any day -- good man's hard
to find.

Dobrinsky: I love weddings.
Director: As long as they're someone else's.
Music:
     Felt the life
     Passing by
     And no one spoke
     Standing still
     On the edge
Mac:What do you think? She forgot?
Victor: I don't know, man, you know her better than I do.
Music:
     And what I need
     A mouth to feed
     I finally spoke
Claire: I suggest you make this quick.
Murphy: Dearly beloved, we have gathered as friends and family...and acquaintances, to
bring these two people together in the bonds of holy matrimony.
Li Ann: Mac! Mac! Mac!
Mac: What are you doing?
Li Ann: Mac, stop! Mac! Mac! Stop!
Director: I'll bet you'd just love to know how we got to this point.

Action!
 

Li Ann: I'm sorry.
Mac: No...no.
Li Ann: I'll make it up to you.
Mac: You forgot my birthday, Li Ann. You can't unforget it.
Victor: Well, I didn't forget. I didn't know to begin with. But next year I-I promise,
I'll make a point of forgetting it.
Dobrinsky: Hey, Mac, happy birthday, man.
Mac: Thanks. A plastic cup?
Dobrinsky: You've officially crossed the health insurance mendoza line into a higher age
group. The agency requires that you fill that to the top. Fill those forms out
in triplicate.
Victor: Come on, it's just your birthday.
Mac: It's not the birthday, it's what it represents. You know, I'm getting on, I'm
still living this warped life, and I got no ties, no grounding, no friends.
Victor: No kidding.
Mac: Thanks. Feel like I'm being used, like I'm a product. Need some stability.
Victor: You hate stability.
Mac: Well, maybe it's time I changed. Need a new life.
Victor: You need a life, period.
Mac: I'm going to do something. Going to do something drastic.
Director: Why don't you start by filling up that cup? Speaking of which, let's talk
explosives.
Mac: Hey, that's a nice segue.
Director: Thanks. This handy-dandy little device is a C-15 detonator, latest rage in
mass destruction. Company that developed it thinks that the plans for it may
have been stolen by a consultant who worked there. I need to confirm that, so
I'm going to set a trap. A honey trap.
Mac: No way.
Victor: You're not using Li Ann like some cheap--
Li Ann: I can speak for myself. You're not using me like some common, cheap--
Director: No, you're right, I'm not. Mac's the honey.
Mac: Yes, use me again.
Director: And here's the bee.
Mac: Yeah, I guess I could hear you out. I owe you that much.
Director: Claire Holland, a leading consultant in the defence industry, though we
suspect her real line is industrial espionage. Last month she had access to
the plans for C-15. Oh, just relax. It's only a detonator. It's useless
without a hunk of isotope U-235, which is the part of the uranium that goes
boom. Once you add that, you have the nuclear equivalent of a hand grenade.
Portable total destruction in a contained area. It's a terrorist's dream.
Victor: Who has U-235?
Director: Well, last week a small consignment of it was stolen from this man. Dr. Harry
Melnick, a scientist who works with the nasty stuff. Our lads are bringing him
in right now.
Mac: What about me? I'm meeting this lady through the personals?
Director: You have an interview at 3:00.
Mac:Interview for what?
Director: To try and sell her your motivational system.
Mac: I cannot do that.
Director: Under your system, a winner never says can't.

Mac: That's correct, and you know why a winner never says can't, Jerome?
Jerome: No, but I'm sure you're going to let me know.
Mac: Because if you can't win, then you can't say that you are... a winner. You
know, I actually was hoping to pitch this to Ms. Holland herself -- is she
around?
Jerome: I am her personal assistant. And I can do for you... anything that she can.
Mac: Well, I doubt that.
Claire: Ah, don't be so sure.
Mac: This program can help you give 110%. but you have to go for it. Carpe diem.
Claire: You forgot to say "coming to play." going for the gold, winning one for the
gipper. I'm Claire Holland.
Mac: Do you believe in living life to its fullest?
Claire: I believe in doing my job, getting well paid for it, and going home without
having to think about it.
Mac: And that makes you happy?
Claire: Ecstatic.
Mac: But it's not enough. There's something missing, isn't there?
Claire: No.
Mac: Are you sure?
Claire: Ok. Well, sometimes... sometimes I've got nobody to play with. Now, I'm
betting your little program doesn't provide that.
Mac: Oh, you may lose that bet.
Claire: I hate to lose.
Mac: But you love to play, right?
Claire: Shall we play?

Victor: Are you telling me, Dr. Melnick, that, uh, you believe some U-235 was taken
from your home?
Dr.Melnick: I took it home from work to, uh, to run some tests and protect it.
Victor: Well, isn't that kind of dangerous?
Dr.Melnick: Not if handled correctly. I mean, it...it leaves some harmless trace
radiation. Heh, heh, I'm hot.
Victor: Oh, good.
Dr.Melnick: Uh, you keep this for emergencies.
Victor: Ok. How did the U-235 disappear from your house, Doctor? Or did it? Did you
sell it? Dr. Melnick?
Dr.Melnick: They took it.
Victor: Who's they?
Dr.Melnick: It was the middle of the night, and I awoke from fitful dreams.
Victor: Dr. Melnick, are you saying that, um...vampires stole your uranium?
Dr.Melnick: It sounds so common when you put it that way.
Victor: Oh, no, believe me, it's, um, it's fairly... uncommon.
Dr.Melnick: I mean, who's to say they're vampires, you know? T-t-to me they are children
of the night, you know, s-some form of a... incubus, perhaps, you know, and
these dark women, they come to me and they ravish me, and they take my pulsing
container of a million half-lives--
Victor: You know, we could probably, um... yeah, we could wrap this up now.
Dr.Melnick: And then they go back to their dark world. They said they were going back to
their dark world.
Victor: Yeah, that's enough, thank you.
Dr.Melnick: Scoff if you will, but there are more things on heaven and earth than there
are dreamt of in your philosophies. Shakespeare said that.
Victor: I know.
Dr.Melnick: 'Course he threw the word "Horatio" in there... but in tthis case it doesn't
really apply, you know. Your name's not Horatio, is it? Nope. Didn't think so.

Claire: Ow!
Mac: Now we're even.
Claire: I hate being even.
Mac: There's definitely something bothering you.
Claire: Maybe... but this is making me feel much better. Next shot wins.
Mac: Where'd you learn to shoot?
Claire: I grew up on the street. You don't learn to take care of yourself, you don't
grow up. Anyhow, what have I got to be afraid of...I have nothing to lose.
Mac: No family?
Claire: You're not listening. Nothing to lose. 'Course, I'd miss a good bottle of
wine.
Mac: Beaujolais nouveau?
Claire: Overrated. Or watching the Godfather movies once a year.
Parts one and two, right? Not three.
Mac: Goes without saying.   Michael Jordan.
Tiger Woods. Driving too fast, listening to old Kraftwerk tapes.
Showroom dummies.
Claire: : My fave.
Mac:Mine, too.
Claire: And of course...i'd miss the excitement of winning.
Mac: I like to win too.
Claire: Go ahead, Mr. Ramsay. Win one for the gipper.
[ click ] I obviously like winning more.

Li Ann: Aliens stole his uranium.
Victor: Vampires.
Li Ann: Sorry, vampires.
Victor: I know, I know that it sounds crazy, but--
Li Ann: But? How can there be a but?
Victor: When I was a cop, I did a lot of interrogations, and I know a lie when I hear
one, and I'm not hearing one from this guy.
Li Ann: So you definitely think that aliens stole his uranium.
Victor: No, vampires.
Li Ann: If you tell me the truth is out there, I am putting in for a transfer.
Victor: The point is the guy wasn't lying. Something frightened him, badly. Maybe even
drove him insane, and something happened to this guy that, I don't know, he
seems to remember it as women from the dark world.
Li Ann: Where?
Victor: The dark world, it's the place he said that they were returning to.
Li Ann: The dark world. I know where that is.

Victor: Ohh! God.
Li Ann: Oh.
Victor: Uh-huh. Do you want flowers, or should I send a cash donation to your
favourite charity?
Li Ann: I must fit in at the dark world.
Victor: Are you sure about this place?
Li Ann: It's a Goth club. It's the best place to go vampire hunting.
Victor: I just don't, I don't get Goth.
Li Ann: It's a fascination with brooding, romantic darkness. An obsession with pain,
evil and sin.
Victor: Hope my mother's not there.
Li Ann: What's that?
Victor: I got the owner's name. I'll go rattle his cage, and you try to blend in, ok?

[ ringing ]
Mac: Still at work, huh?
Director: A woman's work is never done.
Mac: Yeah, well, Claire's not our girl.
Director: Now, that was a snap judgment. Convince me.
Mac: It's just...a feeling I have.
Director: Where? She's our girl. We need to find out about the uranium.
Mac: I could come right out and ask her. How's that?
Director: Oh, don't be absurd.
Mac: Maybe the truth isn't a crazy idea. I could tell who I am, what I want to
know.
Director: Don't you dare.
Mac: Well, then you trust me, ok? I guarantee you she's clean.
Director: Mac! You haven't given me a good reason.
Mac: Because if she was involved in something that bad, I wouldn't do what I'm
about to do.
Director: Mac! Mac!
Claire: Who were you calling?
Mac: Psychic hotline.
Claire: And what does the future hold?
Mac: A new life.

Woman: Hi. This is a private club. Is there anything we can do for you?
Victor: I'm looking for the owner of the place.
Woman: No one owns the dark world. It is an alternative way of thinking, of being --
we embrace all that society deems to be evil or repugnant. No one can own an
incarnation of the realm of the imagination.
Victor: Maybe not, but I've got some paperwork here that says this place is registered
to... a, uh, a Char... Charles Astbury.
Woman: This is the realm of Charles. He is the Lord of the Night.
Victor: Ok, well, you can tell the Lord of the Night at he may lose his liquor
licence.
Charles: I will speak with the visitor.
Victor: Vic Hammond, Liquor Control Board. We've received reports that you've been
serving underage kids.
Charles: Hmph, not a word of truth. Liquor is not a key element in this lifestyle. This
club's a private domain. Where did you get this information?
Victor: Well, just, it's an anonymous tip.
Charles: Maybe it was those damned perky Goths from up the street. Always laughing and
giggling about something or another. I say if you're going to be chipper and
perky the live-long day, don't be a Goth.
Victor:How did you get such a hold over all these women?
Charles: I protect them.   I help them. We enjoy an unconventional life together that
is... mutually profitable.
Victor: Does the name Dr. Harry Melnick mean anything to you?
Charles: He hardly looks like an underage drinker.
Victor: Just asking.

Claire: Mac, bring me that spec file.
Jerome: You called me Mac.
Claire: No, I didn't.
Jerome: I heard you.
Claire: Oh, I can't stop thinking about him.
Jerome: And that's a bad thing.
Claire: I can't wait for this deal to be done. I'll have everything that I want:
money, freedom, everything that I can imagine.
Jerome: Except somebody to play with.
Claire: Except someone to play with. Damn, I hate what he's doing to me. i'm
actually...
Jerome: Happy? Feels good, doesn't it?
Claire: Yeah. No! I'm all screwed up.
Jerome: Isn't love magical?
Claire: Who said anything about love?
Jerome: I did.
Claire: I can't stand this. For the first time in my life, I don't know what to do. I
can't risk blowing this deal, and letting him in is taking a big risk.
Jerome: Look, look, listen, a multimillion-dollar deal like this can come along any
day. A good man... is hard to find.
Claire: You think so?

Woman: This is your second straight night here.
Li Ann: Yeah.
Woman: So you like it?
Li Ann: It's dark, it reeks of pain, evil and the forbidden.
How long have you been a Goth?
Li Ann: All my lives.
Woman: Cool. What's your answer to the question?
Li Ann: The question?
Woman: So, what's the deal with all the black?
Li Ann: Matches my heart.
Woman: Cool as the grave. I think you're ready to meet Lord Charles.
Charles: We seek the dark. We glory in the sinful. We embrace evil. Are you ready to
embrace evil, Li Ann?
Li Ann: Yes, I am.
Charles: Good. A time is coming when you will be tested. But I know you'll not be found
wanting. Enter our circle, Li Ann. Enjoy all that I have. Share our cup. Join
us. Taste the darkness.

Claire: You love me. you know you do. I love you, and you love me. it's just hard for
us both to say it because we have trouble with the truth.
Mac: We both do?
Claire: I'm not just a consultant. I sideline in industrial espionage. Actually, I
mainline in it. I rip off secrets from companies that hire me, and I sell them
to their competitors.
Mac: I know.
Claire: You do?
Mac: Yeah.
Claire: So that would make you...who?
Mac: Maybe the truth isn't such a crazy idea, all right? I work for law
enforcement, and I was sent. Did you steal the plans to the C-15 detonator?
Claire: The truth? Um, I...I, I had access to them. I was, I was tempted. I started
to. And then I stopped. They'd be worth...a fortune. But what that device
could do... that's just a line I wouldn't cross. Wow. Oh, this truth thing's
refreshing.
Mac: Ha, yeah, it's different. Kind of like it.
Claire: So let me ask you another question.
Mac: Yeah, shoot.
Claire: Will you marry me? Tomorrow? The next day? Tell me the truth. Will you?
 

[ beeping ]
Dobrinski: Excuse me, Mac is here.
Mac: Claire's definitely not our girl.
Director:And you base this assumption on what? A roll in that hay and a warm afterglow?
Mac: We're both at the same point in our lives. We feel the need to tell the truth.
Director: So you become a sucker who believes everything he's told just because he's got
a severe case of happy pants.
Mac: Why is everything sexual with you? It wasn't like that.
Director: Really? "I love you and you love me, and it's just so hard for us to say it."
Mac: You bugged me.
Director: Wake up and smell the Orwell. You live in a secure apartment provided by a
shadowy government agency. We need to get something for your free cable.
Mac: That's it. I'm not putting up with this any more. I've had it with you.
Director: Not yet you haven't.
Mac: You can't do this to me.
Director: I can do whatever I like to you. And too bad, you
can't do anything to me.
Mac: Oh, no? Watch me.
Director: He's at such a difficult stage.

Jerome:  But you are not listening to me.
Claire: It is ok. It's ok.
Mac: I told him.
Claire: It's ok, Jerome. What is it?
Mac: Yes. The answer's yes. I'll marry you.

Li Ann: You're getting what?
Mac: Married. I'm getting married. Congratulations, Mac.
Victor: Congratulations, Mac.
Mac: Thanks, Vic.
Li Ann: To who?
Mac: To Claire.
Li Ann: This is such great news. I just... I hope you'll be so happy. I know I am.
You don't even know anything about her. She's an arms smuggler, for god's
sakes.
Mac: Suspected. You're invited, of course. Free tomorrow?
Li Ann: Tomorrow?
Victor: I'm there.
Li Ann: What made you do this?
Mac: The director. Tired of her trying to control my life.
Li Ann: So you're going to marry a criminal.
Victor:  She's never been convicted.
Mac: No. That's right. Anyway, that was just the catalyst. It's me. you know, I
need... I need a change.
Li Ann: This is ridiculous.
Mac: Li Ann, Li Ann, Li Ann. All right, I know that this is a little bit of a
shock, but the past is behind us. Right?
Li Ann: Yeah.
Mac: What am I supposed to do? Wait around in case you might change your mind?
Li Ann: Obviously not.
Mac: So I did what I did. Can you at least be happy for me?
Li Ann: Yeah, whatever.
Mac: Li A--
Victor: Excellent decision. If I can be of any help, just let me know, ok? A stag
party. I'll throw you a stag party. It's something to celebrate.
Mac: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
VIctor: I must see a source about the Goth club owner. I would have told Li Ann, but
she kind of hurried off. Most excellent decision, man.

Victor: Hey, Kloppsberg. So you do answer to the name Kloppsberg, then?
Charles: Who are you?
Victor: I think the real question is who are you? I know you like to flounce around
your little spook house in your little pirate shirt and call yourself Lord
Charles, but I have a source. You are one Chip Kloppsberg from Plattsburg, New
York.
Charles: We all evolve in life. Or at least some of us do. I've grown, embraced a new
vision, shed the restrictive trappings of bourgeois life.
Victor: You weren't trying to shed the rap sheet going with it? Chip Kloppsberg,
a.k.a. Chip Klapper, a.k.a. Chipper Klapp -- that's a nice one.
Charles: I've had enough of this.
Victor: Pandering, running a common bawdy house, soliciting -- you were a pimp, Chip.
Charles: I'm a free man who's done his time. Now, you either press charges or leave me
alone.
Victor: No, I'm not going to press charges, but I'm not going to leave you alone.
Nothing.

Woman: Your time has come. Tonight you will be tested.
Li Ann: How?
Woman: You must come with us on one of our visitations.
Li Ann: Visitations?
Woman: We flout the conventions of society. We desecrate traditional morality. We
indulge in evil. Tonight you will be initiated.

Victor: Dr. Melnick, I'd like to talk to you some more about these, um, dark women who
come to you.
Dr.Melnick: They come in the night to my casement window, rap-rap-rap rapping.
Victor: You say that they, um, they come. Did they come more than once?
Dr.Melnick: They come when, when summoned, when I call them forth.
Victor: Oh. How do you do that? Some kind of incantation or something?
Dr.Melnick: No, I call them.
Victor: Um...you call them on the phone?
Dr.Melnick: You know a better way?
Victor: You call your women of the n... no. You call your women of the night on the
telephone.
Dr.Melnick: Women of the night, ladies of the evening. I got their number from the
business personals. I mean, they charge top dollar, but it's... it's worth it.

Mac: Listen, man, I really want to thank you for throwing me this stag. I mean,
it's really nice of...
Dobrinsky: Hey, ace. How you doing?
Victor: Yeah, sorry about the sparse turnout.
Mac: Kind of tough drawing a crowd for a secret agent, I guess.
Victor: Well, you know, like you said, man, you got no friends, so...
Mac: Ah, but Dobrinsky showed up. Good old Dobie. Thanks for coming, man. How much
you paying him?
Dobrinsky: Please, special occasion. Comrade in arms is getting married.
Mac: Oh, that's nice. How much?
Victor: Gave me a good deal.
Mac: Well, that's good.
Man1: You the groom?
Mac: Yes, I am.
Man1: Good, because I know where we can get some entertainment fit for a bachelor
smoker such as this.
Mac: Good. Thanks for coming. It was good to see you. Who the hell is that?
Victor: I'm just trying to fill out the crowd, man, and that's what the visiting sales
team from Yokohama is here for.
Japanes guys: Ramsay san, contratulations.
Mac: Hi.
Victor: Karaoke later on. Bang, bang. Hey, look, here's two more party boys.
Mac: Ok, enough. Ah, Murphy and Camier. Contract killers. That ought to really get
the party smoking, Vic.
Murphy: Good evening, Mr. Ramsay. Mansfield tells us you're being led into an
ill-considered nuptial like a lamb unto the slaughter.
Victor: I didn't quite put it that way.
Murphy: So what kind of ceremony is it to be? I'm partial to the mystical rites of
eastern orthodoxy, so redolent of ancient byzantium.
Victor:  Yeah, this is gonna be some party.
Mac: Actually, we're not going to have a church wedding. It's kind of a rush job,
so...
Murphy: I'd be glad to officiate.
Mac: What?
Camier: Mr. murphy is a genuine minister of the church of the ever-loving god of
Mesmer, Texas.
Murphy: Cost me $15.98 plus postage, but I am legally licensed to perform weddings and
funerals. Of course, there's more call for the latter in our line of work.
Mac: That's really nice of you guys. No, thank you.
Murphy: I could even arrange for a lovely little church.
Victor: Chicks dig it.
Mac: What the hell? Claire would love it.
Victor: Who wouldn't?
You guys need a band?

Singing:
     When irish eyes are smiling
Keep them coming.
Singing:
     Sure it's like
     A morn in spring
Ramsay san, come sing, come sing. Victor san, come sing too.
Yeah, ok.
Later.
Singing:
      ...hear the angels sing...
Victor: So you're pretty serious about this, huh?
Mac: As a heart attack.
Victor: What about Li Ann?
Mac: What can I say, right? Do good by her.
Victor: Ha. If she'll let me.
Mac: Yeah.
Sining:
     When irish eyes are smiling
Victor: So Claire must be something special.
Mac: Yeah, I think she... I mean, I know she is.
Victor: I'm happy for you.
Mac: Thanks, man.
Victor: Ok. Don't push it.
Mac: Right.
Singing:
     For they steal your heart
I'm out of here.
Singing:
     Away

Then it's agreed -- I'll give you half the money tonight, the rest on
delivery.
Claire: Fine. And don't feel so bad about the price you're paying. Once you have the
uranium, just put it with that C-15 of yours and you can ask any price.
How soon can I have it?
Claire: First thing.
Doing anything tomorrow morning?
Claire: Yes. I'm getting married.
 

Li Ann: My test was just an out call. Mia brings me and two other girls to some auto
convention where we have to act out the gothic fantasies of a couple of wheel
aligners in their hotel room.
Victor: You're kidding.
Li Ann: I nearly heaved.
Victor: You didn't...
Li Ann: Of course not. No, I...
Victor: So, Charles was just running a fantasy call girl ring.
Li Ann: Look, those Goth girls were an easy mark. You know that hootch he was passing
around? It had laudanum in it, which made them easier to control.
Victor: All right, I'll have the cops haul him in today.
Li Ann: Well, I hope prison wear comes in basic black.
Victor: We still don't know where the missing uranium is.
Li Ann: Yeah, I know. We're kind of dead-ended.
Victor: Come here. Or not.
Li Ann: I'm radioactive?
Victor: No, no, it's ok. It's trace amounts. It's perfectly safe, according to
Melnick.
Li Ann: Melnick, he's completely nuts. Soon I'm going to be reading by the light of my
own eyes.
Victor: It's fine. It means that you've been around the uranium.
Li Ann: Or around someone who's been around it.
Victor: It couldn't be Charles, because I've already checked him out.
Li Ann: It's someone else at the club.
Victor: Ok, but it couldn't be the girls, because, I mean, they were just his lackeys.
Li Ann: You know, the best time to use someone is when they think they're using you.
Let's go.
Victor: Oh, I can't -- I promised Mac that I would stand up for him. You know, best
man.
Li Ann: Fine. I'll do it myself.
Victor: Li Ann. Li Ann.

Jerome: Now you have got something old, something new, something borrowed... what
about something blue?
Claire: Oh. Ta-da. A second prototype of the detonator. I had it made up from the
plans I took.
Jerome: I guess it sort of qualifies as something borrowed as well.
Claire: Now, where is that silly woman with the uranium?
Jerome: She's meeting us at the church. I'll give the device and the uranium to you.
Claire: You meet the buyer after the ceremony, get the money, and it's done. I'm out
of the life forever.
Jerome: : Are you going to tell Mac?
Claire: Once it's done. He was a thief himself. I'm sure he'll appreciate the nest
egg.

[ geiger counter clicking ]

I didn't think you'd show up.
I wouldn't miss this for the world.

[ clicking rapidly ]

Dobrinsky: I love weddings.
Director: As long as they're someone else's.
Jerome: Where is she?
Claire: I don't know.
Jerome: Look, we can't keep them waiting any longer. Get in there.
Claire: Without the stuff?
Jerome: I've got the device. I'm not going anywhere.

Elvira: You could have been one of us. But you have transgressed.
Li Ann: You can save the cheap horror show routine.
Elvira: Take her.
Li Ann: Have it your way.
[fighting]
Li Ann: So you used Charlie's sleaze-bag operation to get at Melnick and the uranium.
Elvira: I knew he was a customer so I bought into this goofy scene until I got my
chance, and you're not going to mess it up.
Li Ann: Ok, Elvira. You and me. Ok. Who are you selling to?

Huh?
Li Ann:  I'm sorry.
Hey, right off my fender. What are you, nuts? Look at what you did.
Li Ann: I'm sorry about that. I must go.

Victor: What do you think?
Mac: She forgot?
Victor: I don't know. You know her better than I.
[ sighing ]
Claire: I suggest you make this quick.
Murphy: Dearly beloved, we have gathered as friends and family, well, as
acquaintances, to bring these two people together in the bonds of holy
matrimony. If there is anyone here today who has a reason to object to the
union of these two young people, speak now or forever hold your peace. Good.
Then let's proceed.
[ bang ]
Li Ann: Mac! Mac! Mac!
Mac: What are you doing?
Li Ann: Mac, stop! Mac, stop!
Claire: What's she doing?
Li Ann: Mac! No!
Claire: Get the hell out of my wedding!
Li Ann: She's guilty. She's got the device. She's the one buying the uranium. I've got
it right here. Aah!
Claire: I activate this, and in 10 seconds we're all toast.
Mac: This is not happening.
Claire: I will make my way out of here. Drinks and hors d'oeuvres are at the hotel.
Feel free to start without me. I don't think so. Someone's got to pay the
caterer.
Mac:  Claire, don't do this.
Claire: Carpe diem...my love.
Mac:: Get her.
Victor: I'll take care of this.
Mac: Oh, no, this one's mine.

Mac: Take a break.
[ tires screeching ]
Claire: Shall we play? I have nothing to lose.
Mac: I thought you loved me.
Claire: I did. I do.
Mac: This is how you show me?
[ beeping ]
Claire: Goodbye, my sweet.

Victor: Not good!
Li Ann: Pull!
Victor: Where's the earth-shattering kaboom?
Li Ann: I shot the uranium out.

Claire: Come with me. We'll have everything we want. Money, freedom... each other.
Please.
Mac: I've been on that side. There's no one to play with.
Claire: Well, then you know I'm going to have to kill you.
Mac: Yes, you are.
Claire: Can't do it.
Mac: Why not?
Claire: 'Cause I still hate to lose.
 

Mac: The's the worst part about it is that the Director was right about Claire.
Victor: It's scary --
Mac: Sometimes I think she knows everything.
Director: I don't know a thing.
Li Ann: Come on, you're smart, intuitive, experienced. Help me understand what I'm
feeling.
Mac: I feel like I've been kicked in the gut.
Victor: Well, love will do that to you.
Li Ann: Think it was love? It had to be. I mean, I was going nuts on that Goth girl
just to get the goods on Claire. I mean, it had to be love or jealousy... or
something.
Director: Yes, but to admit that means that you have to admit that you still have
feelings for him. Which you can't do, right?
Li Ann: What I can't do is sort everything out. Sometimes it's not so simple.
Director: You don't have to make it simple. Just let your emotions fight it out. The
strongest ones will win.
Li Ann: Yeah, but how do I know which are the right ones?
Director: Well, that depends on your personal strength, which you have plenty of.
Anyway, we know where to put the blame.
It's their fault.
Mac, Victor: Women.
Li Ann: Men.
Director: Life.