Criminal Quotes

[last lines]

Dr. Franks: [referring to Jericho] You want to cut him loose?

Quaker Wells: No, I want to offer him a job.

[repeated line]

Jericho Stewart: You hurt me... I hurt you worse.

Bill Pope: Fucking psycho.

[gets electrocuted]

Jericho Stewart: You're the one who killed me.

Xavier Heimdahl: Good memory.

Jericho Stewart: You hurt me... I hurt you worse.

Xavier Heimdahl: I respect your creed.

Quaker Wells: [about Bill's family] They don't matter.

Jericho Stewart: They do to me.

Jericho Stewart: [after pharmacist says medication is "on the house"] Cheers.

[pause. Jericho realizes he's talking like Pope]

Jericho Stewart: Who the fuck says "cheers"?

Jericho Stewart: [goes back to the room where Jill is still tied to the bed] Where's the money, Jill?

[she turns her head to bedside drawer]

Jericho Stewart: No, the big bag full of money.

Jill Pope: [tape-gagged] Hmm?

[grunts as Jericho rips off tape]

Jericho Stewart: Billy's bag!

Jill Pope: [gasps for air] I don't know!

[sobs]

Jill Pope: Please!

Jericho Stewart: [groans as pain hits him] Don't make me hurt you!

Jill Pope: Please. You can take whatever you want.

Jericho Stewart: [helping himself to loose change] Yeah, no shit.

[first lines]

Jericho Stewart: [narrating] They messed with my brain. Thought they knew what they'd get, but they were wrong. They don't know me. I do not know what happens next, but this I do know: you hurt me... I hurt you worse.

Dr. Franks: You had an injury to your head. You got hurt, right? When you were young? Do you remember how it happened?

Jericho Stewart: Yeah. My mother told my daddy that he wasn't my daddy. So he called her a whore and throw... me out the car window.

British Reporter: [introducing interview with tech mogul] Most recently he was charged of treason by the Spanish government. Mr. Heimdhal, how would you respond to these very serious allegations?

Xavier Heimdahl: Well, if it's treasonous to call out massive corruption at the highest levels, and expose political murders, yes, I am guilty.

Quaker Wells: [frustrated with result of brain experimentation] How long have you been worked on this?

Dr. Franks: 15 years.

Quaker Wells: We want a refund!

Jill Pope: [rushed up stairs to little daughter's room] I'm here!

Emma Pope: [as mother quickly closes door] Where were you? Who's there?

Jill Pope: It's okay.

[grabs wooden light fixture]

Jill Pope: Mommy's here! Mommy's here!

Emma Pope: There's someone in the house!

Emma Pope: [kneeling with stranger] Did... you know I lost my Daddy?

Jericho Stewart: [looks up from digging little hole] Yeah.

Emma Pope: [strokes stuffed toy elephant] He gave me Ellie. For my birthday.

Jericho Stewart: [takes toy and places it in the hole] If we don't go deeper, he's trunk's gonna stick out.

Emma Pope: [nods] Go deeper.

[spade clanks, she touches scar on back of his neck, he looks up at her]

Emma Pope: Did you hurt yourself?

Jill Pope: [inside house, takes lunch from oven, looks through window, sees them, panics, rushes out, her hand behind her back] Stop! Emma, come here, please!

Emma Pope: No, Mommy, we're burying my Ellie.

Jill Pope: [to her little daughter] Come here.

Emma Pope: [walks to Mom] He... he said he was a friend of Daddy's.

Jill Pope: [to Jericho, her hand on the pistol behind her] Leave. Please.

Emma Pope: [imploring] Can he stay for dinner? He's nice.

Jill Pope: Emma, go inside.

[the kid obeys, walks off, carrying her toy elephant]

Jericho Stewart: [mumbles something] I'll do the waffles, then I'll go.

[Jill tucks the pistol into the back of her jeans]

Emma Pope: [at piano] Come and play.

Jericho Stewart: What?

Emma Pope: Come and play.

Jericho Stewart: I don't know how.

Emma Pope: I'll teach you.

[pats spot beside her on bench]

Jericho Stewart: I don't know if this is such a good idea.

Emma Pope: It's fine. Come on.

Jericho Stewart: Mm-hmm.

Emma Pope: Come on.