The Final Destination Quotes

Lori: Janet, come on! We have to leave right now.

Janet: No. No, I can't keep doing this, okay? You're both nuts.

Lori: Janet, we gotta go. Come on.

Janet: No. Don't you see? This is where I was supposed to be in the first place, not that stupid race. I was meant to see this movie.

Nick: There's gonna be a huge crash.

Hunt Wynorski: Of course there's a crash. There's always a fucking crash.

Lori: I have my cowboy right here.

Janet: Get a room, guys.

Hunt Wynorski: [about Janet] What's with that? She went from uptight but normal to uptight and totally insane.

Nick: Why do you gotta be a prick? She saw somebody die.

Hunt Wynorski: So did we.

Nick: Yeah, and we're all freaked out. Would it kill you to be sensitive?

Hunt Wynorski: I don't know. I've never tried it.

[Hunt begins to leave]

Lori: Where are you going?

Hunt Wynorski: If you're right about this whole crash thing, then I'm going to make the most of every moment I have left. So I'm gonna do what I do best: I'm gonna get laid. If I'm dying, I'm trying. Keep up the good fight, guys. And if I happen to bump into Janet, I will check on her.

Lori: Thanks.

Theatre Manager: Find the way to the exit. Remain calm. Everything's gonna be okay.

[theater explodes blowing him away]

Mechanic's Girlfriend: Have you all lost your fucking mind?

[gets head knocked off by a flying tire]

Pit Crewmember: Go! Go! Go!

[Car 45 drives away, with a screwdriver still attached]

Pit Crewmember: No, I meant "Wait"!

Hunt Wynorski: [kisses his lucky coin and then points it to Janet] Go ahead, Janet. Kiss it.

Janet: [flashes a disgusted look at Hunt]

Hunt Wynorski: It's your choice, heads or tails, but you know I like head.

George Lanter: I'm sorry for your loss.

Racist: Well? Nobody lives forever, nigger.

Nick: Hey there's no need for that, man.

Racist: Back off, you fucking freak!

George Lanter: It's time for you to leave, sir.

Racist: Time? Your time's coming, chocolate.

Nick: That's the car that's gonna crash. We have to get out of here.

Janet: Thank God, I don't...

Lori: What?

Hunt Wynorski: What? No, no, I've got 500 dollars in that one, and I told you that...

Janet: No one cares about the money we have...

Nick: No, look! We've got to get the fuck out of here! Okay? Something's gonna happen, we are all gonna die! All right? 'Cause there's gonna be a crash!

Mr. Suby: You know how many of your kind I killed in Korea?

Chinese Orderly: I'm Chinese sir.

MILF: Hi, Cheyenne, I'm sorry I'm late. I had a 5:00 with Richard.

Cheyenne: Oh, you didn't get our message? Richard's out today.

MILF: What?

Cheyenne: Someone got killed on his block. Dragged down the street on fire. Isn't that terrible.

MILF: That's awful.

[exhales]

MILF: So my appointment? Is there someone else that can see me?

Cheyenne: [chuckling] Um, its 10 to 6, and we close at 6, so, ha-ha-ha...

MILF: I understand, I know, but the soccer game ran late, and its girls night out tonight first time in months, and I'm so looking forward to this.

[Puts her hands in a funny pleading manner]

MILF: Please. Please. Uhh, look at this.

[Pulls her long hair out]

Cheyenne: You're killing me.

MILF: [laughs and runs to the hairdressing] Thank you. Ah, thank you so much.

[Cheyenne amusingly gives her the finger when she's out of view]

MILF: [Dee Dee puts barber cape on Samantha she's slightly gags] Excuse me, that's--

[chuckles]

MILF: That is a little-- That's a little tight

[Dee Dee loosens the barber cape]

MILF: Ahem.

Dee Dee: Uhh. Sorry.

MILF: That's okay

[Dee Dee starts pushing the chair up to mirror view]

MILF: So, Dee Dee, thank you for staying late. How long have you been cutting hair?

Dee Dee: [chair is fully high] Long enough.

[chair suddenly falls down Samantha yells]

Dee Dee: Goddamn chair.

[pushes the chair up again]

Dee Dee: I've only told them to fix it like a million times.

[both laugh]