[typed]All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
[axes the door]
God, I'd give anything for a drink. I'd give my god-damned soul for just a glass of beer.
Mr. Grady. You were the caretaker here. I recognize ya. I saw your picture in the newspapers. You, uh, chopped your wife and daughters up into little bits. And then you blew your brains out.
Come out, come out, where ever you are.
[crying]Stay away from me.
[sarcastically]I'm not gonna hurt ya...
[Jack is trying to kill Wendy]
[types]or whether you DON'T hear me typing, or whatever the FUCK you hear me doing; when I'm in here, it means that I am working, THAT means don't come in. Now, do you think you can handle that?
[sobbing]I just wanted to talk to you.[mocking/imitating her] As soon as possible.
[swings the bat]Stay away from me!
Here's to five miserable months on the wagon, and all the irreparable harm it has caused me.
I'll just set my bourbon and advocaat down right there.
I like you, Lloyd. I always liked you. You were always the best of them. Best goddamned bartender from Timbuktu to Portland, Maine. Or Portland, Oregon, for that matter.
Hi, Lloyd. Little slow tonight, isn't it? HAHAHAHA!
Wendy, listen. Let me out of here and I'll forget the whole damn thing! It'll be just like nothing ever happened. Wendy, baby, I think you hurt my head real bad. I'm dizzy, I need a doctor. Honey, don't leave me here.
[to Lloyd]I never laid a hand on them.
[to Wendy]Wendy, you've got a big surprise coming to you. You're not going anywhere.