Innerspace (1987)
Kevin McCarthy: Victor Scrimshaw
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Quotes
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Victor Scrimshaw : In lieu of champagne, how about some real pain? Propane?
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Victor Scrimshaw : Nuclear weapons, Jack. They mean nothing. Everybody's got 'em, nobody has the balls to use 'em. Am I right?
[Jack shrugs, then tries to say something]
Victor Scrimshaw : Space, you say? Space is a flop. Didn't you know that?
[Jack shakes his head]
Victor Scrimshaw : An endless junkyard of orbiting debris. Ah, but! - miniaturization, Jack. That's the ticket. That's the edge everybody's been looking for. Who will have that edge Jack? What country... will control miniaturization?
[takes a puff of his cigar]
Victor Scrimshaw : Frankly, I don't give a shit. I'm only in this for the money. And that's why, Jack, we've got to get that little pod out
[prods Jack's side]
Victor Scrimshaw : from inside of you!
[laughs maniacally around his cigar]
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[Lydia herds Scrimshaw and his thugs into the miniaturizer at gunpoint, while Jack is fiddling with the control panel]
Dr. Margaret Canker : Don't worry, they won't know how to close it.
[the door closes over them]
Victor Scrimshaw : Certainly not. I'll get you for this, Margaret.
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[Scrimshaw, shrunk down to half his normal size, is grappling with Jack inside a speeding car]
Victor Scrimshaw : You insignificant little pipsqueak, I'm in charge here!
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[Margaret prepares to inject a miniaturized Igoe into Jack]
Victor Scrimshaw : Now, wait a minute. What happens once Igoe's taken control of their pod?
Dr. Margaret Canker : Mr. Igoe will pilot the pod out through a tear duct or a sweat gland.
Victor Scrimshaw : Why chance that? Once he's gotten control of the pod and takes the chip, let's re-enlarge.
Dr. Margaret Canker : While it's still inside Mr. Putter?
Victor Scrimshaw : Why not?
Dr. Margaret Canker : Have you any idea what kind of mess that would make?
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Victor Scrimshaw : [trapped in the miniaturizer with Canker] We're in here!
Cop : Who's in there?
Dr. Margaret Canker : The green button!
Scrimshaw's Henchman : Dr. Canker?
Victor Scrimshaw : [to the henchman] Press the green button, you fool!
Dr. Margaret Canker : He'll never find it!
Victor Scrimshaw : The man's a high school graduate! The green button, you fool!
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Victor Scrimshaw : Come in here you Safeway clerk!
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Victor Scrimshaw : Putter, don't be a Putz! Get in here!
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[the Cowboy, disguised as a chauffeur, opens one of the suitcases]
The Cowboy : He has the chips on him.
[Victor Scrimshaw and Dr. Margaret Canker, both still 50% shrunk, are hiding in the suitcase]
Victor Scrimshaw : Good. Good. Close the lid, close the lid.
Dr. Margaret Canker : [grabs her neck] I can't breathe in here.
Victor Scrimshaw : Shut up, Margaret.