Jennifer Love Hewitt: Julie James

I Know What You Did Last Summer

Julie James

Julie: Barry, stop!
Barry: No! Wake up, Julie. He's behind all this! How many fucked up fisherman are out there?
Ray: Look, he's after me too! I got a letter.
Barry: Oh, you got a letter? I got run over! Helen gets her hair chopped off, Julie gets a body in her trunk, and you get a letter? That's balanced!

[the killer threatens Julie with his ice hook]
Ben Willis: Happy Fourth of July, Julie!
Julie: [terrified] Please... it was an accident!
Ben Willis: I know all about "accidents", and let me give you some advice: When you leave a man for dead, make sure that he's REALLY dead!

Julie: Why would he try to run you over? Why did he make coleslaw on Helen's head? He's fucking with us! He's just out there, and he's watching and waiting!
[screaming to the killer]
Julie: WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, HUH? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOOOOORRRR?

Julie: Helen, we killed a man and ruined the lives of everyone he knew.
Helen: I don't think we were that powerful Julie, you're giving us way to much credit.

Barry: How do you know this is even related? You did a lot of things last summer.
Julie: Yeah, well, only one murder comes to mind.
Barry: You shut the hell up!
[looks behind to see if his mother is listening]

Ben Willis: You in some kind of trouble, child?
Julie: Yes, yeah, I'm in a lot of trouble.
Ben Willis: That's a shame, being that it's the 4th of July and all. Kids like you should be out having fun. Drinking, partying, running people over, getting away with murder... things like that.

Helen: How's my hair?
Julie: Hurricane-proof.
Helen: Hey, it's all about the hair. Don't you forget that. Especially when you become some big hotshot lawyer. Those professional types think it's all about brains and ability and completely ignore the 'do
Julie: So, the 'do is vital, got it.

Julie: We need help.
Barry: I'll say. You two should check out a mirror sometime. You look like shit run over twice.
Helen: You're a prick!

Barry: We're going home now and never, ever, under any circumstances known to God speak about this again is that clear? It is now merely a future therapy bill agreed?
Barry: [screaming] Helen?
Helen: I'll never mention it again.
Barry: We make a pact, right here and now we take this to our grave.
Ray: Agreed.
Barry: Julie?
[Julie nods her head in agreement]
Barry: [livid] Don't you nod your head, you fuckin' say it.
Julie: [somber] Yeah okay.
Barry: [Barry runs and grabs Julie by the neck pushing her against the car] We take this to our grave, let me hear it.
Ray: Let her go, Barry.
Barry: You fucking say it!
Julie: Okay, Barry, we take this to the grave.

Julie: Wait.
Ray: What?
Julie: Should we check his wallet and see who he is?
Barry: Why?
Julie: I don't know okay, just to know.
Helen: I don't want to know.
Barry: Let's just pretend he's some escaped lunatic with a hook for a hand and we're doing everybody a favor.

Julie: [overlooking beauty contest winner] Look at her! She was born for this.
Ray: I never knew her breasts were so... ample.
Barry: Dude, she does those exercises to pump them up.
Julie: Guys, *hi!* I'm on sexist overload as it is. Kill the commentary.

Julie: I hate this, I really hate this. You're gonna go and you're gonna fall for some head-shaven, black-wearin, tattoo-covered, body-piercing philosophy student."
Ray: That sounds attractive.

Julie: Please, it's a fictional story created to warn young girls of the dangers of having premarital sex.
Ray: Well actually honey, you know how terrified I am of your IQ but it's an urban legend, American folklore and they all usually originate from some real life incident.

Julie: Yeah,but this is insane now. Barry, look at us, this secret's killing us.
Barry: I'm not going to the police and you're not either.
Julie: Barry, please, we could put an end to it and maybe salvage some small fraction of a life.
Barry: And how do we do that? Huh? There was no accident, Julie, it was murder, your words remember? Murder. I say we find the fuck who's doing this and have a little one on one.

Helen: [Pulling up in front of Helen's house] What now?
Julie: Now, we try and locate this Billy Blue?
Helen: [Sitting there in silence for a few seconds] Maybe he wanted to die.
Julie: What?
Helen: David Egan. His girlfriend was killed on that same road, July 4th one year earlier. Maybe he blamed himself, maybe he was sitting in the road waiting for us to hit him.
Julie: Yeah, if that'll help you sleep at night.
Helen: What's happened between us? We used to be best friends.
Julie: We used to be a lot of things.
Helen: I miss you.
[Julie doesn't respond]
Helen: Yeah, well...
[She gets out of the car, feelings a little hurt, as Julie drives on home]

Julie: [on the phone with Ray] I miss you, too. But I'm gonna see you in a couple of weeks. God, I cannot wait. I love New York. No! Of course I love you more! Yes, I do. I love you, and you know that. But you know what? I've gotta take a shower. I'm running really late.
Deb: Hey, Julie, you got some mail!
Julie: Oh, thanks, Deb!
[returning her attention to her call]
Julie: A towel. Ray! Don't you start with me! Look, you, mister, can ravage me in two weeks.

Elsa Shivers: Well, well. Look what the cat drug in.
Julie: Elsa. Hi. You know what? I need to talk to Helen, and I was wondering if you could give me her New York number.
Elsa Shivers: Her New York number.
Julie: Yeah, I need to talk to her.
Elsa Shivers: Fact check, Julie. Helen doesn't have a New York number. If you need to speak with her, I suggest you go to women's fragrances, ten feet to your left.
[at a counter, Helen clumsily knocks fragrance bottles over]
Elsa Shivers: Frightening, isn't it?