| Calling the lift
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| Who's down there? You're not one of them are you? Quick! Get in the dumb waiter if you want to live!
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| Kidnapping Miles Upshur
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| C'mon man, get in! I've seen what they're capable of!
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| You made the right choice here, buddy.
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| Hey, you're that little shit priest's guy aren't you? His... witness or whatever. You must be exhausted. Let's take a break, huh, buddy? The old two martini lunch, have a little confab.
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| ...heavier than you look. A little cardio wouldn't kill you. Okay. Here we go. Arms and legs inside the car at all times.
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| Taunting Miles strapped in the chair offering him to escape
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| I love the mountain air up here at night. You want to head out, take a stroll? Go ahead, I'll wait here.
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| Go on, run free. I'm in no hurry. No? Alright.
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| Nose to the grindstone. I like that. Okay, then. Right this way.
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| Dragging Miles into the Ward
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| Shhh, shh. You weren't putting that tongue to any use anyway.
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| Truth be told, I was just tired of licking my own stamps.
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| After reaching the "operating room"
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| Here we are, then.
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| Thanks so much for coming by. We'll begin your consultation in a moment, I'll just need a second to wash up and...
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| Oh... home movies! ...And it'll give us a chance to talk.
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| You know, I'm a bit worried how much time you've been spending with Father Martin. I know...
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| I hope you haven't been letting him confuse you with his... holier-than-thou bible thumping.
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| No offense to the man, but I sometimes worry he might just be a little bit... crazy.
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| It's understandable, people get scared, they're as like to turn to God as anything else. God died with the gold standard. We're on to more concrete faith now.
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| You have to rob Paul to pay Peter, there is no other way. Murder in its simplest form, but what happens when all the money is gone?
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| Well, money becomes a matter of faith. And that's what I'm here for. To make you believe.
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| You paying attention? Don't pass out on me, there's still a lot for you to absorb.
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| There. Better now, right? Do you understand what we achieved here? We made the consumer into the means of production. This thing is going to sell itself!
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| Talking to the Executive Patient
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| I see what's happening here. You're bored. You want a little attention. Perfectly understandable. Well I'm here for you. I'll give you very special attention.
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| Notices Miles escaped or disappeared from the bathroom
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| Fuck! Fuck! Really? You're gonna walk on me? If there is one thing I cannot god damned stand, is a quitter! Come on!
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| After exiting the bathroom
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| All right. You can figure this out. Let's solve some problems.
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| Patrolling
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| All these bureaucrats with their corporate luncheons and golden parachutes. Where are the survivors? Where are the sharks? I've been chumming the water long enough.
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| Okay, okay, I'm here. Listen, I am in the middle of a consultation, so you'll have to make it quick.
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| I should have cut his feet first, amateur move.
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| Hey, nobody likes a quitter!
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| Spotted Miles
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| Buddy!
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| I'm a closer. That's who I am.
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| Let's teach you the seven habits of highly eviscerated people.
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| Paying Attention!
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| Let me sell you the dream!
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| During Chase
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| Well, I guess I was right. I guess I'll just have to kill you outright.
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| Well! Aren't you a quick little buddy?
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| I need you to be working with me here buddy!
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| Lost Miles
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| Hold up there buddy! I'll be right with you.
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| Okay, this isn't a problem. I can solve this. Hang right there for me.
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| Oh, come on, buddy, we're not done yet.
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| Somebody has to win and somebody has to lose here, I don't make the rules.
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| Oh god damn it, how did you get out? We're gonna have to do something about those hamstrings.
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| Aren't you a slippery little fucker?
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| Alright.... Alright, you can figure this out. Let's... solve some problems.
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| Aw, buddy. What are you trying to do? I gave you a chance didn't I? Didn't old Rick try to give you a hand? Well I can't help somebody who doesn't want to be helped. You're fired.
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| This is profit, pure and simple.
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| Mr. Langin, you can't make a deal if you've got nothing to bargain with.
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| Of course he was, Mr. Langin.
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| Was he poking around in your dreams, trying to take your Jello again?
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| Yeah, yeah, we're just waiting for your insurance to clear.
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| That man's preaching a dead gospel. The thing about our new product is, is it's gonna sell itself!
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| I suppose Father Martin wanted you to spread the word. Am I right, or am I right?
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| Opening the elevator lock
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| I'm not giving up on you.
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