Minnie Driver: Debi Newberry

Grosse Pointe Blank

Debi Newberry

Debi: [about the man Martin killed at the reunion] He was trying to kill you, right?
Marty: Yes.
Debi: It wasn't the other way around?
Marty: No.
Debi: Is it something you've done?
Marty: It's something I do... professionally, for about five years now.
[He lifts the gun in his hand]
Debi: [Gasps] You were joking! People joke about the horrible things they *don't* do, they don't *do* them! It's absurd!
Marty: When I left, I joined the Army, and when I took the service exam, my psych profile fit a certain... "moral flexibility" would be the only way to describe it. I was loaned out to a CIA-sponsored program and we sort of found each other. That's the way it works.
Debi: So, you're a government spook?
Marty: Yes, I mean no. I was before but I'm not now... but that' all irrelevant, really. The idea of government, nations is public relations theory at this point.
Debi: Don't. I don't wanna hear about the theories. I wanna hear about the dead people. Explain the dead people.
Marty: Well, that's very complicated.

Debi: You're a psychopath.
Marty: No, no. Psychopaths kill for no reason. I kill for *money*. It's a *job*. That didn't come out right.

[last lines]
Debi: Some people say forgive and forget. Nah, I don't know. I say forget about forgiving and just accept. And - get the hell out of town.

Debi: You know what you need?
Marty: What?
Debi: Shakabuku.
Marty: You wanna tell me what that means?
Debi: It's a swift, spiritual kick to the head that alters your reality forever.
Marty: Oh, that'd be good. I think.

Debi: Grosse Pointe, Michigan, I hear you loud and clear. If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it's - well - broken.

Debi: You're a fucking *psycho*.
Marty: Don't rush to judgment on something like that until all the facts are in.

Debi: How come you never learned that it was wrong? That there are certain things you do not do, you do not do in a civilized society?
Marty: Which civilizations are we talking about?
Debi: Oh, shut up!
Marty: I mean, history...
Debi: Shut up!

Debi: Everybody's coming back to take stock of their lives. You know what I say? Leave your livestock alone.

Debi: What is this I'm feeling? Is it pain? Panic? Hunger? Am I hungry? Who's hungry?

Debi: This is WGPM FM, Grosse Pointe, Window on the Pointes. You heard from Massive Attack, Public Enemy, Morphine, that's my personal favorite, and Duane Eddy's twangy guitar. Good to hear Toots and the Maytals, huh? And as you know, this weekend is Pointes High class of '86 reunion. So in honor of this momentous event, I'm making this an all-'80s, all-vinyl weekend. Stay tuned to Window on the Pointes, and I'll keep you posted on all this reunion-related nonsense. Hey, I know everybody's coming back to take stock of their lives. You know what I say? Leave your livestock alone. Kick back and relax, and ponder this. Where are all the good men dead? In the heart or in the head? So here's another cold cup of coffee from The Clash.
[plays "Rudie Can't Fail"]

Debi: Next caller, you're on the air.
Nathaniel: Debbie? Man, it's Nathaniel. Uh, I don't hear any real remorse, dude, I mean, like, I don't think I'd let him back into your life. And dude, I'd make him wear that prom dress!

Debi: Okay. So. You're back... a decade late, and... you're on some sort of therapeutic assignment, and you want to sort things out with me. So the question now becomes, do I allow you access to me or... do I call security?
Marty: I don't think that'd be a good idea.

Martin Q. Blank: But listen, uh, if you wanna go, I can't think of any reason why we wouldn't go together.
Debi: I can.