Circle Quotes

The Asian Kid: In here the truth gets you killed!

The Doctor: No, In here everything gets you killed...

The Translator: In here we can't trust anyone.

The Translator: We should know that by now.

The Soldier: All right, everybody vote for the black guy.

The African American Man: Wait what? Fuck y'all man!

The African American Man: Hey, hey, I got an idea. How about we uh... How about we kill all the black people next, yeah?

The Lawyer: What are you talking about? Don't play the race card, man. This is all just fucking chance.

The African American Man: Yeah? Right. That's why most of us are dead, right?

The Asian Kid: It's every man for himself in here.

The Atheist: Yeah, you need to shut up with this racism stuff, okay? Nobody gives a shit around here.

The African American Man: I give a shit around here. Look, I'm just saying, I'm not fucking next, all right? Y'all done reached your minority quota. That's fair.

The Atheist: This guy. Man, you see anything fair going on in here? This is the exact fucking opposite of fair.

The African American Man: Okay. We'll see.

Bruce: [notices the African American man is looking at him] Don't look at me, man. You started this shit.

The African American Man: Come on, man. You know I'm right, bro. Think about it. They'll kill each and every one of us off until there's none of us left.

The Husband: Come on, man. There's plenty of white people that are dead too.

The African American Man: Come on, man. There's plenty more still alive too.

The Doctor: What exactly are you trying to do with this. Make yourself a target? Because that's exactly what you're doing.

The Asian Kid: Yeah, real smart. You see me uh.. counting Asians.

The African American Man: Well, maybe you should try.

The Lawyer: Don't fall for this racism bullshit. He's just trying to save his own ass.

The African American Man: You damn right, you uptight asshole. So what?

The Lawyer: So, what, you feel like you deserve a free pass because you're fucking black? Nobody cares.

The Atheist: Exactly. Nobody gives a shit.

The African American Man: I ain't talking to your stupid ass.

The Atheist: I'm trying to help you, bro!

The African American Man: You shut the fuck up talking to me, man.

The Asian Kid: It's not gonna fucking help you in here.

The African American Man: Right, 'cause it usually helps me out there, right?

The Cop: Here we go. Let's all feel bad for the black guy. 'cause he had to struggle so much more than we did.

Bruce: All right, just drop it.

The Cop: Like you people don't get enough help.

The African American Man: What the fuck you just say?

The Cop: You guys are all the same. You run around, you just want people to hand you things like you fucking earned it. That's what's wrong with this country now. Socialist bullshit. What? You want some reparations too? I mean, Jesus Christ, give me a fucking break around here!

[the cop gets voted]

The Cop: Hey. Hey.

The Tattooed Man: Who, me?

The Cop: Yeah, don't I know you?

The Lawyer: Huh! I wonder why.

The Cop: No, seriously. He asked if we knew anyone in here. I know him.

The Tattooed Man: I don't know you, man.

The Cop: You're a mechanic in North Hollywood. Raul. Raul Jimenez. I remember you.

The Cancer Survivor: What'd he do?

The Tattooed Man: I didn't do shit. He's lying, man.

The Cop: He beat the shit out of his girlfriend. Really bad. At least I think it was his girlfriend. Hopefully not anymore

The Tattooed Man: Come on, man. Serious?

The Cancer Survivor: Are you sure it was him?

The Cop: Yeah, I remember him cause of that tattoo under his right eye. That teardrop. See it?

The Tattooed Man: Fuck you, man.

The Doctor: What's it for?

The Tattooed Man: It's for my cousin. He got shot.

[to the cop]

The Tattooed Man: by a pig like you.

The Cop: Yeah, and it's my fault you guys are criminals.

The Tattooed Man: He was 16.

The Cop: One less criminal on the street.

The Tattooed Man: Fuck you, man.

The Doctor: Is it true or not?

The Cop: About his cousin? I don't know.

The Doctor: No, about him.

The Cop: Yeah, it's true. Tell them. Tell them how you beat the shit out of her. And it wasn't the first time it won't be the last time, either. Tell 'em!

The Pregnant Girl: Okay, maybe we shouldn't stereotype in here.

The Tattooed Man: Bitch got what she deserved, man.

The Cop: [raises his arm in triumph] There he is, see? These assholes. Man, these assholes never learn.

The Tattooed Man: She shouldn't have fucked around on me, man.

The Cop: Like that makes it okay to beat the shit out of her.

The Tattooed Man: Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do, man? You gonna shoot me, huh, pig?

The Cop: I don't think I need to.

[Tattooed Man gets voted]

The Atheist: [after an old lady volunteered to sacrifice herself; mockingly to the minister] "You'll see him again. Absolutely."

[serious tone]

The Atheist: bullshit.

The Asian Kid: Yeah, seriously.

The Translator: He was just trying to give her some peace in her last moments of life. There's nothing wrong with that.

The Deacon: She sacrificed herself so that others could live. That doesn't go unnoticed.

The Asian Kid: Says who?

The Deacon: Says God.

The Asian Kid: How do you know?

The Deacon: I'm a minister. God is watching over all of us. He has a plan. We just have to have faith.

The Lawyer: Amen.

The Asian Kid: Enough, man.

The Deacon: I'm sorry?

The Asian Kid: With all due respect... that's just bullshit.

The Atheist: Standing around there talking about faith when people are being blasted to shit left and right. Thats fucking ridiculous.

The Husband: Hey, man...

The Atheist: If there is God, he doesn't give a shit about any of us!

Wife: That's not true.

The Atheist: Oh, my god, we're all dying in here. This shit's not gonna end until this motherfucker gets all of us, okay? So you wanna have faith in something? Have faith in this!

[pointing to the orb]

The Atheist: okay? Because that's God in here now, right? Thats God, right now, in here. So pray to him or ask him, even better. I mean, what does thou sayeth, God? Who among us will get to go to your divine kingdom?

The Husband: Hey, take it easy.

The Atheist: Or what? Your gonna fucking kill me 'cause I have an opinion? Just as valid as yours, man. Looking around this room, actually, I think I might have some friends. I think people agree with me.

The Husband: 95% of people believe in God. You're in the minority.

The Atheist: Yeah, well, 95% of people are idiots.

The Husband: [offended] are you calling us idiots?

The Atheist: [getting extremely nervous when he sees everybody's voting] I'm not calling anybody idiots, all right? All I'm saying is this. If there is a God, is this something... Does this seem like he would allow this? Is this something he would do?

[He ties with the young girl]

The Atheist: You fuckers are going to kill me because you're afraid I'm right? What are you doing? You're fucking cowards huh?

The Young Girl: [terrified] Wait, please. I didn't even say anything wrong. He did.

The Atheist: [angry] who the fuck is this?

[the young girl gets voted offscreen]

The One-Armed Man: [after the atheist is spared] Looks like God just cut you a break.

The One-Armed Man: Yeah, for another two fucking minutes.

The Atheist: Guys, i know this girl. Don't I know you? Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I know you from somewhere.

Pretty Girl: Me?

The Atheist: Yeah. Are you an actress? You're so familiar.

Pretty Girl: No, I'm not an actress.

The Atheist: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Stacy something.

Pretty Girl: No, Christina.

The Atheist: Christina... Christina?

Pretty Girl: Yeah.

The Atheist: Wait a minute. Is Stacy your stage name, then?

Pretty Girl: No, I told you, I'm not an actress.

The Atheist: That's right. Guys, actress, porn star. I get it now. It's a huge difference.

Pretty Girl: What? I'm not a porn star.

The Atheist: Hey, I don't think anybody cares around... around here, you know? I mean, I just couldn't figure it out before. Now I know.

Pretty Girl: What?

The Atheist: [exhales] I'm a huge fan.

Pretty Girl: What the fuck are you doing? I don't do porn.

The Atheist: I don't think it's a problem. Everybody's gotta make a living. I don't have a problem with it.

Pretty Girl: I don't do porn.

The Atheist: All right, whatever. I'm just trying to pay her a compliment.

Pretty Girl: He's lying.

The Atheist: I gotta be honest with you, you know, I mean, I did like you better, though, before your enhancements, because now it's just like, "Wha-bam! Look at these bad boys."

Pretty Girl: He's lying.

The Atheist: Are they real?

Pretty Girl: That is none of your fucking business.

The Atheist: Are you saying they're real?

Pretty Girl: So what? Half the girls in LA have big boobs.

The Atheist: Yeah, and I'm sure it's great for business.

Pretty Girl: I don't do porn!

The Atheist: Who paid for them? Tell them, go ahead. It's okay, sweetheart. Who paid for them? Was it your employer?

Pretty Girl: No.

The Atheist: No?

Pretty Girl: I mean he did. But it's not like that.

The Atheist: He did. Now it's getting really difficult to decide.

Pretty Girl: No, David is my boss, but we're also... I am not...

The Atheist: Uh-huh. You see, Stacy over here thought if he gets those double D's, oh David's gonna love her. I mean, he's going to love her way more than his own wife and kids. I mean, who cares if they're already a family. It's never stopped you before, has it? What, are you going to run off with him? You gonna have a bunch of kids on your own? Settle down by the beach? Is that what you're gonna do, Stacy?

[Christina starts crying; the atheist gets voted offscreen]

The Bearded Man: [after the African American man was eliminated] Of course. True love conquers all.

The Soldier: You're out of options, my friend.

The Bearded Man: Yeah? Well, you all just killed yourselves. Congratulations.

[Pointing to the soldier, Cancer survivor and Silent Man]

The Bearded Man: You, you, you. You all did this.

[to the husband]

The Bearded Man: and you.. you just killed your wife. I hope you're happy.

The Husband: I did what I had to do.

The Bearded Man: Yeah, well, now she's gonna die because of you. At least my way gave her a chance.

The Soldier: Just shut the fuck up, man.

The Husband: Yeah, man, just drop it.

The Bearded Man: They're probably not even married.

The Husband: What?

The Bearded Man: I mean, think about it. What are the odds of them being the only married couple in here?

The Cancer Survivor: Those other two knew each other.

The Bearded Man: So they said.

The Soldier: That's not gonna work, dude.

The Bearded Man: So you're saying that they're married and that they just happen to be placed right next to each other? Uh-uh. Think about it, people. Isn't it possible that they just made this whole thing up?

The Soldier: No.

Pretty Girl: Why would they lie?

The Bearded Man: To survive. Nobody wants to kill someone's wife or husband. Especially right in front of each other. They just made this whole thing up to get our sympathy.

The Husband: You're crazy.

The Bearded Man: Am I? How long have you been married?

The Husband: Five years.

The Bearded Man: What's his parents names?

Wife: Erm... Mark and Lisa.

The Bearded Man: Where'd she go to college?

The Husband: UCLA.

Pretty Girl: When's his birthday?

Wife: Er.. April.

The Bearded Man: April...

Wife: 9th. April 9th.

The Lesbian: What's his name?

Wife: What?

Wife: What is your husband's name?

The Cancer Survivor: He already said his name?

The Bearded Man: That's right he did.

Pretty Girl: When?

The Bearded Man: The first time he spoke. He said his name.

The Husband: Just drop it man, ok?

The Bearded Man: What's his name?

Pretty Girl: She doesn't know.

The Bearded Man: Of course she doesn't.

The Husband: Yes of course she does she's just not gonna play you're fucking game.

The Bearded Man: [about the married couple actually being married] let's put 'em in a tie and see what happens.

The Husband: What?

The Bearded Man: If they're married, there's no way they will vote for each other.

The Husband: [confesses] Okay. We made it up. But it was her fucking idea.

Wife: What?

The Husband: Yeah, yeah I just went along with it.

Wife: No, he said it first. I had nothing to do with it.

The Husband: Come on! she's a liar. Look at her.

Wife: Please don't kill me.

The Husband: No, kill this bitch!

[He gets voted]

The College Guy: Now, where were we?

The Asian Kid: Wait. Who's next in line?

The College Guy: [to a lady with a hat] Her with the hat?

The Cancer Survivor: Who, me?

The Asian Kid: Yeah. How old are you.

The Cancer Survivor: 52.

The Doctor: That's not old.

The College Guy: Old enough.

Bruce: Hey, we said 70 or 80,not 50.

The Asian Kid: What's the difference?

Bruce: That's a big difference.

The Asian Kid: Come on, lady. You're not 52. how old are you?

The Tattooed Man: Don't lie.

The Cancer Survivor: I'm 52.

The College Guy: Bullshit

The African American Man: Yeah. Why is your hair so white?

The Cancer Survivor: Chemotherapy. I had cancer.

The Asian Kid: Arent you supposed to be bald, then?

The College Guy: What kind of cancer?

The Cancer Survivor: Breast cancer.

The College Guy: So you're dying then.

The Cancer Survivor: No. It's in remission. I'm better now.

The College Guy: Are you sure?

The Cancer Survivor: Yeah. I beat it.

The College Guy: It could come back, though.

The Translator: What the fuck is wrong with you?

The College Guy: I'm just saying, she's more likely to die than the rest of us.

The Doctor: That's not true.

The African American Man: What are you, a doctor, lady?

The Doctor: Actually, yes, I am, asshole.

The College Guy: Look, cancer or not, she's over 50. She's gonna have to go eventually.

The Rich Man: What?

The Lawyer: We never agreed to that.

Bruce: Yeah, no way, man.

The Lawyer: Are you going to start killing off people over 40 next.

The Cop: I'm 43. you wanna kill me next, asshole?

The College Guy: Hey, you got a problem?

The Cop: Yeah, I got a problem. I think maybe anyone over the age of maybe, I don't know, 35 might have a problem. What are you guys think?

The College Guy: [nervously] Look, hey, now, just hold on a second. Let's...

[Everyone is voting for him]

The College Guy: I'm just trying to help.

The Old Woman: Fuck you.

[the college guy is eliminated]

The Husband: What about volunteers?

The African American Man: What?

Pretty Girl: Volunteers?

The Husband: [the Asian kid calls him nuts] I don't know. maybe someone wants to step forward.

Guy: I'll do it.

The Cancer Survivor: Why?

The Lawyer: Now wait a minute. He doesn't have to tell you or anybody else why. He's volunteered. That's enough.

The Cancer Survivor: Well I wanna know why.

The Lawyer: Lady, it's none of your business.

Bruce: Hey, let him answer.

The Cancer Survivor: Why.

Guy: I guess I just don't wanna kill anyone.

The One-Armed Man: How old are you?

Guy: 16.

The One-Armed Man: No someone else

The Lawyer: What do you mean, someone else?

The One-Armed Man: He's a fucking kid, man.

The Lawyer: He's 16. that's old enough.

The One-Armed Man: Old enough to what, to die?

The Lawyer: To make your own decisions.

The One-Armed Man: He's a stupid kid. He doesn't know any better.

The Lawyer: I don't care. If you volunteer, you volunteer. It's his choice. If he wants to die

The Oldest Man: Yeah, yeah, that's right. If someone wants to volunteer, we should respect that, no matter who it is. Son, what's your name.

Guy: I'm Shaun.

The Oldest Man: Shaun. Are you sure you wanna volunteer?

The Pilot: No! I'll do it. It's fine.

[He steps off and gets eliminated]

The Oldest Man: Well, this Is gonna be easier if we can get a few volunteers.

The One-Armed Man: Easier for who you?

The Oldest Man: Look, we gotta take control of the... The situation, and this is the best way.

The Lawyer: I mean, hey, if we're all gonna die, it might as well be on our own terms.

The One-Armed Man: Yeah, yeah, that'll teach those fucking aliens.

The Husband: [sarcastically] Hey, we're doing what we can, man.

The Lawyer: Yeah, it's the best idea we got.

The One-Armed Man: Then you volunteer.

The Lawyer: I don't see you stepping forward.

The One-Armed Man: We should all step forward. I mean everybody but her.

[to the little girl]

The Atheist: [after the one arm man says that they should all volunteer] so mass suicide, then? That's great. Let's do that.

The Rich Man: Hey, kid, you still wanna volunteer?

The One-Armed Man: No.

Shaun: Yes.

The Lawyer: You're a fucking hero, kid, you know that?

Shaun: Yeah, right.

The Lawyer: No, I'm serious. Look, if I make it out of here, I'm naming my next kid after you.

The Lawyer: [as Shaun volunteers] thanks Scott.

The Rich Man: Thank you, Scott.

The One-Armed Man: Fucking assholes. You knew his name was Shaun.

The Lawyer: Whatever. The kids a hero.

The Asian Kid: He bought us two minutes. Somebody toss him a heart.

The Soldier: All right, enough.

[Notices how everyone is looking at him]

The Soldier: What? What are you looking at me for? You think it should be me? I was in Afghanistan for the past two years risking my life to keep the rest of you safe. I just got back two days ago. I was on my way to see my family. I got a seven month old... who doesn't even know who I am. My wife... I haven't seen my wife in... I'm not fucking dying in here. I'm not. I'm going home to them.

The Cancer Survivor: Don't worry. I'm not voting for you.

The Teenage Girl: Me neither.

The African American Man: Yeah, we're gonna get out of here, man.

The Asian Kid: Yeah, sure we are.

The African American Man: Come on, man.

The Asian Kid: No, you come on, man. He knows the truth. We all do let's just accept it.

[Someone tells him to stop]

The Asian Kid: You're gonna die dude. We all are.

The Lawyer: How old are you?

The Lesbian: What, me? 35. But I have a kid.

The Lawyer: Just one child.

The Lesbian: Yeah, a daughter.

The Lawyer: You married.

The Lesbian: Yes.

The Lawyer: What does your husband do?

The Lesbian: I don't?

The Lawyer: You don't what?

The Lesbian: Why the sudden interest in me?

The Lawyer: We're all just being honest. I just thought I'd ask you a question.

The Lesbian: Well, I'm not on trial, so how about you tell us about your life?

The Lawyer: Easy. 41. I've got two boys, an 18 month old baby daughter. Been married to the same amazing woman for 12 years. Erm.. That's it. Your turn.

[a young teenage girl gets voted]

The Lawyer: still waiting.

The Lesbian: I raised my four younger siblings during my father's heroin addiction and my mother's clinical depression, then attended Vassar under a work/study scholarship before serving in the Peace Corps for 3 years in Nepal and then returned to the US where I've worked for a non-profit ever since.

The Lawyer: Okay, but you still haven't answered my question. What does your husband do.

The Lesbian: I have a wife.

The Lawyer: Oh. So you're a lesbian.

The Lesbian: Yeah. So what? Doesn't make any difference.

The Lawyer: That's not necessarily true.

The One-Armed Man: Ok. So she's gay. Big deal. What's the matter?

The Lawyer: You think it's okay for a child to be raised with two gay mom's?

The Asian Kid: It's not fucking 1950, dude.

The Translator: Yeah, seriously, mind your own business.

The Lawyer: What, you think it's okay to raise a baby girl in that environment. Two gay mom's having sex all over the place? It's not as bad as two men, but it's still wrong. Maybe it's a good thing that you're here. You're going to give that little girl a chance to have a normal life.

The Soldier: Whoa, come on man, where are you going with this?

The Lawyer: I'm not homophobic or anything...

The Translator: Yeah, right.

The Lawyer: Do you think that this is someone worth dying for? I know a lot of you are religious. This country was based on family values. This is a woman who has sinned. Doesn't that mean something?

The One-Armed Man: We've all sinned.

The Lawyer: Yes, but some more than others. I mean, maybe that's the whole point of this thing. Maybe if we figure out who the sinner is amongst us then maybe this whole thing will end. I mean we have no idea what these aliens want. I mean, maybe that's the answer.

The Lesbian: So aliens want me to die because I'm gay?

The Lawyer: Look, nothing personal. I'm just trying to get this to stop.

The Lesbian: You think I'm the only one?

[Everyone is silent]

The Lesbian: Cowards.

[the lawyer is voted]

Bruce: My son's gay. And there's not a damn thing wrong with him.