Amanda: Are you gonna behave?
Amanda: So?
Dr. Lynn Denlon: My twenty second analysis without any medical equipment is that his brain is herniating.
Amanda: [sarcastically] Oh.
Dr. Lynn Denlon: He needs to go to the hospital and have an operation to decompress his brain.
Amanda: [whispers] Come here. No, really, come
here. Come here.
Dr. Lynn Denlon: No.
Amanda: [whispers] Let me ask you something.
[grabs Lynn by the hair]
Amanda: Did I bring John to you? Or did I bring your self-centered ass to him?
[whispers]
Amanda: Now you better start fucking paying attention. No one's going to any hospital.
[forcibly lets Lynn go]
Dr. Lynn Denlon: I can't perform miracles. You're giving him painkillers - for a tumor like this he needs steroids, prednisones.
Amanda: [sarcastically] Oh, good, yeah.
[yells]
Amanda: Maybe we could try some corticosteroids, you know, like dexamethasone. Why don't you fucking tell me
something that I don't know! Stupid cunt!
Judge Halden: I'm so sorry about your son, Jeff. But let me tell you something that I know for sure. No sentence that I gave him, not 500 years, not even death. Nothing will take your pain away. And vengeance doesn't solve anything. It only makes the pain greater, Jeff.
Dr. Lynn Denlon: I don't know what you think you know, but my marriage has survived more suffering than someone like you could ever grasp.
Jigsaw: Suffering? You haven't seen anything yet.
Amanda: So, do you have everything you need?
Dr. Lynn Denlon: I have the instruments to cut someone open. I don't have the tools to save a life.
Amanda: [Amanda looks down at the Jawsplitter] You'd be surprised what tools can save a life.
[Amanda picks up the Jawsplitter]