Nightwatch (1997)
Josh Brolin: James
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Quotes
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James : [pours a glass of beer for Joyce] Bottoms up. I guess you hear that phrase quite a bit, huh?
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Martin Bells : You're a fucking nutcase!
James Gallman : That's Mr. Fucking Nutcase to you!
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Martine Bells : [Of James' thumb] : Does it hurt?
[James smiles]
Martin Bells : Let's grow old together.
James : Let's get older.
Martin Bells : Now, there's a challenge.
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James : Excuse me. Hi. I, I wanted to thank you.
Pub Thug : Man, what in the fuck is you talking bout' fool?
James : I wanted to thank you, you realise how long we've been looking for you two? You're not telling me I'm the first person to approach you about this?
James : Look, I'm totally serious. You guys are going to be on talk shows from now until forever.
Pub Thug : Talk shows?
James : Oprah, Phil, Sally, you name it. You like Ricki Lake?
Pub Thug : What the fuck are you talking about man.
James : Listen, when I say we've been looking for two guys like you I mean it. Now, no one's approached you about this, not one soul.
Pub Thug : No, nobody's approached me.
James : It's unbelievable, un-fucking believable. Now listen, when you guys go on these talk shows, and there's gonna be a lot of them you're gonna be on the road for weeks, these guys are gonna ask the same opening questions over and over. Maybe we should run through it now, you know, just so you're prepared. What do you say?
Pub Thug : Okay.
James : All right, great. It's a multi-part question so you gotta answer carefully. Now, we know for certain that your parents communicated through a series of clicks and grunts. What we want to know is; how and when did you acquire the facility of speech? Were you the only one in your group to exhibit this facility? And when did the majority of your body fur fall out?
James : I tell you what, answer the third part first.
Pub Thug : Sure.
[attacks James]
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James Gallman : Back at the bar, you were excited by that. It was a rush. You felt good. You felt alive, didn't you?
Martin Bells : Yeah, sure.
James Gallman : I didn't feel anything. Nothing. A year ago, I would've felt like you. I would've felt hyped up, flushed. But, it's like my tolerance is increasing and I can't get that feeling any more and I have to get that feeling. I just don't get that feeling and I need it.
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James Gallman : I hate it all Martin. I'm so fucking bored. Me and her fucking girls and her fucking dinner parties. Cozy life scenario all laid out for us like this thick drowning carpet, I fucking hate it Martin. I can't help it but I fucking hate it.
[Deleted Scene]
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Martin Bells : [Waiting for Joyce in restaurant] She's probably not coming.
James Gallman : Impatience is an early indicator of boringness.
Martin Bells : "Boringness"? That's not a word.
James Gallman : Here we go.
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James : [as Joyce arrives to the restaurant wearing an inappropriate outift] Joyce. Friend to the working man.
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James Gallman : Tell us about your customers.
Joyce : Why?
James Gallman : Tell us about your clients, the weird ones. Tell us what they do.
Joyce : ...Why?
James Gallman : Curiosity. Answer the fucking question.
Joyce : One dresses up like a baby and makes me change his...
James Gallman : That's not weird enough.
Joyce : One guy makes me pee in...
James Gallman : Weirder.
Joyce : One guy makes me pretend I'm dead.
James Gallman : Yes!
Joyce : [holds back tears] He covers me in a sheet and puts a tag on my toe and then he...
James Gallman : And then he what?
Joyce : Then he...
James Gallman : Then he what? Tell us what's wrong Joyce.
Joyce : My friend Leanne brought the psycho home
James Gallman : And?
Joyce : And uh, she, they uh... I'd rather not.
James Gallman : Tell us.
Joyce : No. Please can I go now.
James Gallman : Please tell us.
Joyce : They made me identify her body. He took her eyes.
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James : [sees Martin walk into dry cleaning store] Hey buddy, how you doing?... What's the matter with you?
Martin : What are you doing with Joyce.
James : What?
Martin : Police can't find the murderer, someone raped one of the victims, someone threatened Joyce.
James : Shit. So they know who it is?
Martin : They have a suspect.
James : Who is it?
Martin : The wrong guy I guess. I guess they got the wrong guy.
James : Want to narrow that down just a little bit? Which wrong guy is it.
Martin : It's me.
James : You? They think it's you?
[laughs]
James : Oh boy. Boy they got the wrong guy.
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James : When you're dead, you're dead. What difference does it make what someone does to you.
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James : So listen. Yesterday, I'm down in Camden near Hyde. I see this very attractive-looking girl standing at a bus stop, right? But I notice that she's not getting on any of the buses.
Martine Bells : So?
James : Come on, counsellor. She was a prostitute. Seventeen years old. Joyce.
Martine Bells : How do you know all that?
James : [shrugs]
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James Gallman : It's gotten so hard to talk her into things. She's become less and less... receptive.
Martin Bells : ...Receptive to what?
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James Gallman : Alright, I'll give you a hundred dollars. A hundred dollars... If you can tell me that you love me.
Joyce : I love you.
James Gallman : AND make me believe it.
Joyce : I love you.
James Gallman : Nah, come on. That's too fast. Didn't ring true, I didn't believe it.
James Gallman : [to Martin] Did you believe that?
Martin Bells : I don't...
James Gallman : Okay, I'll tell you what. I'll add another fifty, so all my allowance now. It's all yours if you can make it sound real.
Joyce : I love you...
James Gallman : No.
Joyce : I... I love you.
James Gallman : No, make me believe it.
Joyce : I...
James Gallman : Make it sound fucking real.
Joyce : I love you
[tries to grab the money]
James Gallman : No. I didn't believe it, sorry.
