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Mort: [to Chico about the maid] If you don't bite her, I'll kill her.

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Mrs. Garvey: You're a good man, Mr. Rainey.
Mort: You too, Mrs. Garvey.

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Mort: I have the magazine, you lunatic. I have the MAGAZINE. I HAVE THE GODDAMN MAGAZINE.

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Mort: I buried my dog, mister.

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John Shooter: I was 'bout to pin a note on you and leave but I know you startle easy.

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Mort: I'll call you later.
Sheriff Dave Newsome: Okay.
[Mort drives a short distance away]
Mort: I'm gonna' call you on the phone.
Sheriff Dave Newsome: [long pause] Okay.

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[Mort wakes up from having fainted. He looks at his watch with his vision blurred]
John Shooter: Quarter past two.
[Mort gasps]
John Shooter: You been out 'bout three hours.
[Mort tries to get up, but falls over on his right leg]
John Shooter: Your leg's sleepin'. You lay on the damn thing. I wouldn't go very far

if I was you!

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Mort: [Answering Phone] Is that you, John Wayne?
Amy: Mort? Are you there? Mort?
Mort: Yes, Amy, I'm here. Just lower your voice a little. What is it?
Amy: Where have you been? I have been trying to get ahold of you all night and this morning.
Mort: I was asleep.

Amy: Oh, great, so you unplugged the phone?
Mort: How may I assist you, Amy?
Amy: Oh, God, Mort.
Mort: What?
Amy: Someone just burned down our house. That's what happened, okay?
Mort: What?
Amy: Someone burned down our house!

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Mort: You're a dick.