Seven Quotes(Page 2)
David Mills: Why aren’t we out there? Huh? Why we got to sit here, rotting, waiting until the lunatic does it again?
William Somerset: It’s dismissive to call him a lunatic. Don’t make that mistake again.
David Mills: C’mon, he’s insane. Look. Right now he’s probably dancing around in his…in his grandma’s panties, yeah, rubbing himself in peanut butter. Woooh…how’s that?
William Somerset: This guy’s methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.
David Mills: He’s a nut-bag! Just because of…the fucker’s got a library card doesn’t make him Yoda!
[reading the list of books taken out of the library flagged up by FBI]
David Mills: Modern Homicide Investigation in Cold Blood, Of Human Bondage…
[looks up at Somerset]
David Mills: Bondage?
William Somerset: Not what you’re thinking.
[at John Doe’s apartment building]
William Somerset: We’ll just talk to him.
David Mills: Uh-huh. Excuse me, sir, are you by any chance a serial killer? Okay.
William Somerset: You do the talking. Put that silver tongue of yours to work.
David Mills: Have you been talking to my wife?
[chasing John Doe in his apartment building, a man comes out his apartment door]
David Mills: Get out of the fucking hall, police!
[Somerset tries to stop Mills from breaking into John Doe’s apartment ]
William Somerset: If we leave a hole like this, we won’t be able to prosecute. The fuckin’ guy will walk. Now, is that what you want?
David Mills: Nah, don’t tell me about warrants…someone’s…nah…fuck that! No! No!
William Somerset: We need a reason to knock on this door. Think about it. Okay?
David Mills: Okay man. Okay. You’re right, I’m all fucked up. You’re right…you’re right.
[then kicks in John Doe’s apartment door]
David Mills: Well, no point in arguing any more. Unless you can fix that.
[pointing to the broken door]
William Somerset: You stupid son of a…
David Mills: How much money we got left?
[in John Doe’s apartment, after discovering some photo’s]
David Mills: We had him.
William Somerset: What are you talkin’ about?
David Mills: Fucking photographer in front of the fucking stairs!
[Somerset looks at the photo, a picture of Mills and Somerset on the stairwell of Victor’s apartment building; the picture John took when he posed as a reporter]
David Mills: We had him and we let him go.
William Somerset: There are two thousand notebooks on these shelves, and each notebook contains about two hundred and fifty pages.
David Mills: I get it. Anything about the killings.
[Somerset looks and reads from one of John Doe’s notebooks]
William Somerset: “What sick ridiculous puppets we are, and what a gross little stage we dance on. What fun we have dancing and fucking, not a care in the world. Not knowing that we are nothing. We are not what was intended.”
William Somerset: Oh, wait. There’s a lot more.
William Somerset: “On the subway today, a man came up to me to start a conversation. He made small talk, a lonely man talking about the weather and other things. I tried to be pleasant and accommodating, but my head began to hurt from his banality. I almost didn’t notice it had happened, but I suddenly threw up all over him. He was not pleased, and I couldn’t stop laughing.” No dates. Placed on the shelves in no discernible order. Just his mind poured out on paper.
[Mills looks around at all of Doe’s notebooks]
David Mills: It’s like a life’s work.
[phone in John Doe’s apartment starts ringing and Mills runs to find the phone]
David Mills: Hello?
John Doe: I admire you. I don’t know how you found me, but imagine my surprise. I…I respect you law enforcement agents more every day.
David Mills: Well, I appreciate that…John. I tell you…
John Doe: No, no, you listen, alright? I’ll be readjusting my schedule in light of today’s little…setback. I just had to call and express my admiration. Sorry I had to hurt…one of you, but I didn’t really have a choice, did I?
David Mills: Hmm.
John Doe: You will accept my apology, won’t you? I feel like saying more, but I don’t want to ruin the surprise.
[he hangs up]
David Mills: You were right. He’s preaching.
William Somerset: Yeah. These murders are his sermons to us.
[Police are in a room where a man was found in a massage parlour with a dead prostitute]
Crazed Man in Massage Parlour: Oh God! Get this thing off of me! Get this thing off of me! Get this thing off of me!
[interrogating the man that works in the massage parlour]
David Mills: Do you like what you do for a living? These things you see?
Man in Massage Parlour Booth: No. No, I don’t. But that’s life isn’t it.
[Somerset is interrogating the man found with the dead prostitute in the massage parlour]
Crazed Man in Massage Parlour: He-he had a gun. And…and he made me…he-he made me do it. He-he-he put that thing on me! And then-then he made me wear it! Then he told me…he told me to fuck her, and I did! I-I fucked her! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! He had a gun in my mouth! The-the fucking gun was in my throat! Fuck! Oh, God, God, God… please, please help me. Please help me.
William Somerset: You know, this isn’t going to have a happy ending.
William Somerset: If we catch John Doe and he turns out to be the devil, I mean if he’s Satan himself, that might live up to our expectations, but he’s not the devil. He’s just a man.
William Somerset: You wanna be a champion. Well, let me tell you, people don’t want a champion. They want to eat cheeseburgers, play the lotto and watch television.
David Mills: Hey, how did you get like this? I wanna know.
William Somerset: Well, it wasn’t one thing I can tell you that.
David Mills: Go on.
William Somerset: I just don’t think I can continue to live in a place that embraces and nurtures apathy as if it was virtue.
David Mills: You’re no different. You’re no better.
William Somerset: I didn’t say I was different or better. I’m not. Hell, I sympathize, I sympathize completely. Apathy is the solution. I mean, it’s…it’s easier to lose yourself in drugs than it is to cope with life.
David Mills: Yeah.
William Somerset: It’s easier to steal what you want than it is to earn it. It’s easier to beat a child than it is to raise it. Hell, love costs. It takes effort and work.
David Mills: We’re talking about who are mentally ill. We are talking about people who are fucking crazies.
William Somerset: No…no…we’re not…no
David Mills: Yes. Today…
William Somerset: We are talking about everyday life here. You…you can’t afford to be this naive.
David Mills: The point is…is that I don’t think you’re quitting because you believe these things you say. I don’t. I think you want to believe them, because you’re quitting. And you want me to agree with you, and you want me to say, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re right. It’s all fucked up. It’s a fucking mess. We should all go live in a fucking log cabin.” But I won’t. I won’t say that. I don’t agree with you. I do not. I can’t.
[Somerset enters from the bathroom, looks at the murder display]
William Somerset: You see what he did?
David Mills: Sliced her up…and he bandaged her.
William Somerset: Call for help and you’ll live. But you’ll be disfigured. Or you can put yourself out of your own misery.
David Mills: Come on!
Dr. O’Neill: He cut off her nose…
William Somerset: …to spite her face.
Dr. O’Neill: And he did it very recently.
[John Doe walks into the Police precinct; to Mills]
John Doe: Detective. Detective. Detective! You’re looking for me.
[he’s covered in blood and holds he’s hands out to his sides]
David Mills: I’m telling you, there’s no way he would just turn himself in. It doesn’t make any sense.
Police Captain: Well, there he sits. It’s not supposed to make any sense.
William Somerset: He’s not finished.
David Mills: Nah…he’s just pissin’ in our faces. Just taking it like idiots.
David Mills: You know what I’m talkin’ about.
William Somerset: For the first time ever, you and I are in total agreement. He wouldn’t just stop.
You May Also Like: