Johnny Depp credited as playing...
Mort Rainey
- [last lines]
- Mort: [voiceover] "I know I can do it," Todd Downey said, helping himself to another ear of corn from the steaming bowl. "I'm sure that in time, every bit of her will be gone and her death will be a mystery... even to me."
- Mort: You know, the only thing that matters is the ending. It's the most important part of the story, the ending. And this one... is very good. This one's perfect.
- Mort: [his conscience] Why'd you put it on?
- Mort: I don't know.
- Mort: Maybe he wanted you to.
- Mort: Why would he want me to put his hat on?
- Mort: Maybe he wants you to...
- Mort: Maybe he wants me to what?
- Mort: To get confused.
- Mort: Oh, I'm already confused, Pilgrim. Plenty confused. So don't talk to me about confusion.
- Mort: Wait a minute. Back up just a sec. What about that?
- Mort: What about what?
- Mort: Well, "pilgrim." "Shooter's bay," and the half a dozen other details you've chosen to ignore.
- Mort: You know what? You're nuts. I don't need to listen to this shit from you.
- Mort: Are all these things coincidences?
- Mort: I'm wearing his bruises, aren't I? Aren't I?
- Mort: Are you?
- Mort: Well...
- [Mort checks his arms and the bruises are gone]
- Mort: This doesn't make any sense.
- Mort: Would you like to hear something that does make sense? Call the police. Call Dave Newsome, tell me to come here this second and lock you up before you can do any more damage.
- Mort: I'm gonna get a knife and cut you out of me.
- Mort: Before you kill anyone else.
- Mort: I didn't kill anybody.
- Mort: You had a gun.
- Mort: Wasn't loaded.
- Mort: Really?
- Mort: No.
- Mort: You almost killed them. You wanted to
- Mort: What do you think it means, you ignorant hick? I'm in the middle of a divorce. D-I-V-O-R-C-E DEEE-VORCE!
- Mort: [to Amy on the phone] It's a beautiful house. I like it. Hell, I love it. That's why I bought it.
- [Mort believes Shooter is in his bathroom and attacks with a fireplace poker]
- Mort: I killed a mirror. And my shower door.
- John Shooter: You stole my story.
- Mort: I'm... I'm sorry, do I... I don't believe I know you.
- John Shooter: I know that, that doesn't matter, I know you Mr. Rainey, that's what matters. You stole my story.
- [holding out his manuscript to Mort]
- Mort: You're mistaken. I don't read manuscripts.
- John Shooter: You read this one already. You stole it.
- Mort: I can assure you...
- John Shooter: I know you can. I know that. I don't want to be assured.
- Mort: If you want to talk to somebody about some grievance you feel you may have, you can call my literary agent.
- John Shooter: This is between you and me.
- [sees Chico under him]
- John Shooter: We don't need no outsiders, Mr. Rainey.
- Mort: I don't like being accused of plagiarism, if that is in fact what you are accusing me of. Chico, inside.
- [Chico goes back inside]
- John Shooter: I don't blame you for not liking it but you did it.
- Mort: You're gonna have to leave. I have nothing more to say.
- John Shooter: Yeah, I'll go. We'll talk more later.
- [hands the manuscript to Mort to take it]
- Mort: I'm not taking that.
- John Shooter: Won't do you no good to play games with me, Mr. Rainey. This has got to be settled.
- Mort: So far as I'm concerned it is.
- Ken Karsch: [about Ted] Did you do anything to piss him off?
- Mort: [has a flashback to him screaming at Ted] I might've.
- Mort: [Mort and his conscience arguing and pushing each other; his conscience is screaming at Mort making him unable to speak] Rah. Rah. Rah. Rah.