I just want to watch it as a revenge movie, don't spread the XX theory with me

Dane: In a short time, the sun will come up and all this will all be over. You don't know it just yet, but you have all been a part of history. The events of tonight will live on forever. We gave meaning to all your lives tonight. No thank you necessary.

Riggs: This isn't over. You're all going to jail.

Dane: No. No, we're not. Do you remember when we were sophomores, Riggs? And you offered me a ride home because it started to rain.

Riggs: What does that matter?

Dane: Well, that's just it, Riggs. That one act of kindness is the reason why I considered letting you go, why I hadn't cut out your tongue.

Riggs: I don't care what you do to me! Fuck you, Dane! Fuck all you bastards!

Dane: You really do have a big mouth, huh, Riggs? I appreciate your courage in the face of danger. There is something to be said about defiance. There's a nobility to it. And there's a price to pay. You shouldn't have opened your big fat, mouth.

Dane: [grabs Bradley's face while he's chained to the chair; Dane is filled with rage] Do you know my name? Huh?

Bradley: Huh?

Dane: Do you know my name? You don't even know my name, do you? My name is Dane. And you've tortured me since we were kids.

Bradley: Please. Please don't hurt me anymore. Don't hurt me anymore.

Dane: You're a real coward, huh? Huh? You know that? Huh? And do you know why I'm gonna hurt you? 'Cause you can't stop me.

Bradley: Don't, please.

Dane: [smacks Bradley's head] Any of that ring a bell, Brad?

Bradley: Please don't cut off my fingers. Don't you cut off my fingers.

[Dane pulls out his switchblade causing Bradley to freak out]

Bradley: please, please don't you cut.. don't you cut off my fingers.

[He starts crying]

Bradley: Don't you cut off my fingers!

[Dane prepares to cut off Bradley's fingers causing him to start crying]

Bradley: please don't cut them off. Don't cut them off. Don't cut them off. Don't cut them off.

Dane: Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. Bradley, Bradley. Okay. Okay, I won't cut off your fingers.

[Dane starts flipping his knife around in his hand]

Dane: but here's the thing, I think that this world would be better off without you.

[presses the knife against Bradley's throat]

Dane: But since I promised I won't kill you, I'll just make sure you can't do harm ever again.

Bradley: I'm sorry.

Dane: [scoffs] What?

Bradley: I'm sorry.

Dane: [mockingly] You're sorry?

Bradley: I'm sorry.

Dane: You're sorry.

Bradley: [sobbing] I am sorry. I- I'm sorry. I am sorry. I'm sorry.

Dane: You're only sorry, Brad.

Bradley: I- I am sorry.

Dane: You're only sorry. You don't have a choice but to be sorry.

Bradley: No, no I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Dane: [put his knife against Bradley's ear and cheek] And that means, Brad, that you're not sorry.

[filled with rage]

Dane: I spent a great deal of time thinking about how I'd like to get even with you. And no matter what I came up with... I just didn't feel satisfied. The anger and the hatred that you poured into me for years made it impossible. But I came up with a way, Bradley. I came up with a way to take everything that you love away from you. You will never, ever enjoy sex again.

[puts the knife to his groin]

Dane: you will never, ever play football again. And you.. you will spend the rest of your little, pathetic life... Confined to a wheelchair!

[stabs Bradley in the back and severs his spine paralyzing him permanently]

Dane: Remember biology, Bradley? Remember we learned that if somebody severed the human spinal cord, they would become instantly paralyzed? No, no, you probably don't remember that lesson because you were too busy devising of ways to fuck...

[severs his spine some more]

Dane: with me and my friends. Well, guess what, Brad. Guess what. I did some devising of my own. Every time you hoist yourself into that wheelchair, I want you to think of me... smiling.