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Jeff Talley: Fucking rich people.

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Dennis Kelly: [holding his dying brother Kevin] Mars, please, do something. Please. Please. Please. Please...
Mars Krupcheck: I am.
Dennis Kelly: What?
[Mars shoots Dennis]

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[watching a tape of Mars robbing a convenience store and shooting the clerk]
Wil Bechler: Classic foster product. Three years old, Marshall Krupcheck witnesses daddy kill mommy then sees daddy kill himself. You can guess the rest.
[zooming in]
Wil Bechler: Look at this. He was only seventeen at the time.
[zooming in again]

Wil Bechler: Clerk... He's trying to say something.
Jeff Talley: He's saying, "help me."
Wil Bechler: Yeah. Why's he standing there? Why's he just standing there?
Jeff Talley: He's not just standing there.
[pause]
Jeff Talley: He's watching him die. We're talking to the wrong

guy.

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Jeff Talley: I thought you were the man in charge. Isn't that what you told me? You said "I'm the man"?
Dennis Kelly: I am the man! I am in charge!

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Mars Krupcheck: [while choking Jennifer] You're my girl. And my girl comes with me.

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Mars Krupcheck: [leaning in really close to Jennifer when she's tied up] What's the best day of your life?
[looks at him, scared, and doesn't say anything]
Mars Krupcheck: You don't know?
[shakes her head]
Mars Krupcheck: Mine's today.

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Jennifer Smith: Would you stop it?
Tommy Smith: We need to help daddy.
Jennifer Smith: Shut up! Watch the tv. That's the police, okay? They're gonna help.
Tommy Smith: We gotta cut the tape.
Jennifer Smith: Shut up!
Tommy Smith: Pull all together, okay? Off the

bed then like maybe we can get what's under the bed.
Jennifer Smith: Under my bed? What's under my bed?
Tommy Smith: Your bong. We can break it.
Jennifer Smith: What? Have you been sneaking in my room?

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Jeff Talley: Why don't you tell me something that I don't fucking know?

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Mr. Jones: [phone rings] That would be the white phone.

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Kevin Kelly: I'm your brother!
Dennis Kelly: I said I fucking...
Kevin Kelly: I'm your brother! So you gotta choose. Me, or Mars?
Dennis Kelly: I choose the money.

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Kevin Kelly: You're just making it worse.
Dennis Kelly: Look, I always take care of you.
Kevin Kelly: Bullshit.

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[pointing his gun at Jeff in the dark while they stare at each other]
Mars Krupcheck: Bang.
[smirks and disappears back into the dark again]

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Kevin Kelly: Put it back.
Mars Krupcheck: Claustrophobic?
Kevin Kelly: Try fuckedaphobic.

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Dennis Kelly: [on the phone]
Dennis Kelly: Fuck you. I'm running this shit. You talk to me.
Jeff Talley: Yes, Dennis. You are running this shit.

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Jeff Talley: You know what cops do when they retire? They play golf. I don't want to play golf. I hate fucking golf.

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[last lines]
Walter Smith: Goddamnit, kill him!

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Tommy Smith: [opens door to safe room] Chief Talley!
Jeff Talley: [on his knees, hugs him] You did very good. You did really good. Ok?

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Mr. Jones: Nobody leaves until I get what I need.
Jeff Talley: Just get them to the front door.
[Jones shoots Jeff]
Jeff Talley: [staggers, falls to one knee; tosses DVD cases to him] Just let them go.

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Kevin Kelly: Why do I always gotta go?
Dennis Kelly: If I'm buying, you're flying. Get outta the truck.

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Dennis Kelly: Rich people always got a way out.