Garret Dillahunt: Krug

The Last House on the Left

Krug

Krug: [to John] What are the odds, man? Of course your little girl had a lot to do with it. You should be proud. How'd you make us, anyway? Did my fucking kid rat us out? That's it, isn't it? My fucking kid! Figured out who you were and blabbered his brains. Hey, by the way, y'all did a bang up job on my brother. He is really fucking dead down there!

Sadie: I don't know, Krug. I think Mari here has some potential you should consider. Krug, what do you think?
Krug: I think she's been a cool customer, ever since the motel.

Krug: Do you want to hear what I did to Mari? I bet you do. Pervert. You want to hear how tight your little homecoming queen was?
John Collingwood: No. I want to hear you beg for your fucking life.

Krug: So, do you guys live here permanently?
Emma Collingwood: Oh, no. We actually live in the city.
Sadie: How many houses do you have?
Emma Collingwood: [uncomfortable] So what are you guys doing out here anyways? This is kind of in the middle of nowhere. Are you on a family vacation? Or...
Krug: Well it's kind of embarrassing, actually. My dad used to take Francis and me to this lake every summer; do some fishing, go camping. Now that he's gone, those memories are all I really have left of him. Basically I'm just trying to do the same thing for Justin here.
Emma Collingwood: I think that's important. It's nice making memories.
Krug: [laughing] Don't know if I want to remember today.
Emma Collingwood: You might. You never know. You're all safe. You're together. That's what counts.
Krug: Amen, Emma. Amen.

Krug: [upon seeing Justin aiming a gun at him] What are you doing?
Justin: Ending this.
Krug: Well you sure picked a hell of a time to grow some balls. Glad to see you too. Now, look. I'm not mad, alright? Just don't do anything stupid.
[Justin pulls the trigger, but the gun is out of bullets]
Krug: [knocking gun away] My son. I loved you. I took care of you!
[stabs Justin in stomach with fire poker]
Justin: [hurt] Loved?
Krug: [covering Justin's mouth] You don't get to talk now!
Justin: Fuck you!

Justin: Dad, what is...
[Krug punches Justin in the stomach]
Krug: [throwing newspaper at him] We made the first page, that's what's going on! We figured they'd have my face on there sooner or later. Now they got Sadie's to boot. Can you believe it, Paige? Mari?

[first lines]
Morton: [telling joke to Giles] So the next week, he's even hornier. And this time, he's got twenty bucks instead of ten. He goes back to the whorehouse, he slaps down the twenty, and tells the madam he needs to get off, but he ain't going to screw no goddamn chicken this time. She says it still ain't much, but she can help. She tells him to go to the room at the top of the stairs. This time there's just a bunch of guys jerking off, but one of the jerk off guys assures him "oh hey, it's cool, it's cool" and he waves him over to this whole toilet they're all looking through...
Krug: Oh, can we stop please? I really gotta take a piss.
Morton: Fuck you.

Morton: Praying now?
Krug: Oh Lord! Won't you grant me an empty mayonnaise jar to piss in.
Morton: You know Krug, considering the rather notorious nature of the prison you're headed to, I think I'd pray for something a little more substantial.
[car suddenly gets hit by truck]

John Collingwood: You know, you should probably just sleep here tonight.
Krug: Oh, well, no. We couldn't do that.
John Collingwood: I don't think you have much choice.
Krug: We just don't want to impose, is all.
Emma Collingwood: Well it's really not a problem. We have a guest house, so...
Krug: [putting his arm around Justin] Well whatever you think. Whatever's easiest.
Francis: Yeah, we're very easy.

Justin: [to Mari] Sorry, they weren't supposed to be back.
Krug: What? That's your excuse?
Justin: Sorry.
Krug: [sitting next to Justin] Justin, you gotta start putting other people's needs ahead of your own. You knew not to bring anybody back here, but you did it anyway, didn't you?
Justin: Yeah, because...
Krug: [imitating Justin] You guys weren't supposed to be here! Blah blah blah blah. But you did it. It can't be undone. Now you got to take responsibility for that action. It's as simple as that. You know how we do that?

Sadie: [referring to Morton] I think he's dying now. What do you think he's seeing?
[Krug grabs a photograph of Morton's daughters and shows it to him]
Krug: Something he'll never see again.