Jake Gyllenhaal credited as playing...
Dalton
- Dalton: You know, it's strange. Somebody else asked me if I was afraid today. I am afraid. I'm afraid of what happens when somebody pushes me too far. Somebody just like you. 'Cause I know what happens next.
- Sheriff's Deputy: I'll tell 'em it was you.
- Dalton: Oh, okay! You know what though? There's a real possibility you won't remember any of this anyway.
- Sheriff's Deputy: Wait, wait, what?
- Dalton: When you've been fighting as long as I have, you know the power of a concussion.
- Sheriff's Deputy: Wait.
- Dalton: A real whack can really knock the short-term memory out of ya. Something about how it takes a memory a couple of minutes to get to the long-term part of your brain. I don't know. Anyway, you and I have only been talking for about a minute and a half.
- Sheriff's Deputy: I don't understand.
- Dalton: Oh what's that over there?
- [Deputy looks away and Dalton hits him on the back of the head]
- Jack: Hey! Get in the car.
- [Lifts shirt to reveal his gun]
- Jack: Boss wants to have a word with you.
- Dalton: Who's your boss?
- Jack: Brandt.
- Dalton: Brandt?
- Jack: Yeah, Ben Brandt. And he's waiting. So you're gonna get in the car or not?
- Dalton: No, I don't think so.
- [Starts walking away]
- Jack: Hey, stop. Stop! You did see that I have a fucking gun, right?
- Dalton: Yeah. You made a pretty big point of showin' it to me.
- Jack: Okay, so get in the fucking car!
- [Dalton laughs and walks towards him]
- Jack: You don't understand how this works, do you?
- Dalton: Yeah, I do. But you have a gun, tucked in your waistband. So, it's really not that intimidating, is it?
- Jack: What the fuck are you talkin' about?
- [Dalton stops in front of him]
- Dalton: I mean, all I have to do is break your index and your middle finger and you wouldn't even be able to hold that gun. Technically, you'd be able to hold it but you wouldn't be able to fire it. So it's really not that big of a threat, is it?
- Jack: Fuck this.
- [Jack reaches for his gun, Dalton grabs his hand and bones can be heard snapping]
- Jack: Motherfucker!
- Dalton: I just wanted to get you outside so I could ask you and your friends respectfully to leave the premises.
- Dell: Oh, we'll leave. After I fucking kill you.
- Dalton: Sure. Uh, before we start do you have insurance?
- Dell: What?
- Dalton: Like, you have medical insurance? Your coverage good? Like, you have dental?
- Dell: Oh, ha-ha! Yeah. I'm not the one that's gonna fuckin' need it.
- Dalton: Okay. Sure. Hey, Frankie?
- Frankie: Yeah?
- Dalton: Is there a hospital nearby?
- Frankie: Literally who gives a shit.
- Dell: Shit the fuck up and fight, asshole!
- Dalton: Is there a hospital nearby? Is it like, too far? Is it close?
- Ellie: You sure? You read the whole thing?
- Dalton: You know that conchs produce pearls?
- Ellie: Yes
- Dalton: And that they have ornate spiral...
- Ellie: Shells. Yes, everyone knows that.
- Dalton: That one in every 15,000 produces a pink pearl.
- Ellie: Sounds romantic. Unless you're a conch. Because what actually happens is the conch gets a bit of grit inside its shell, which causes extreme irritation.
- Dalton: "Extreme irritation"... that leads to something beautiful. How is that not romantic?
- Dockmaster: Won't find the body. Crocs hide their food.
- Dalton: I didn't know that.
- Dockmaster: That's why no one believed me about Shantsie. My dog. Damn croc got him, too.
- Sheriff's Deputy: Wait. You don't have to do this.
- Dalton: Oh.. I wish I didn't. But I'm angry. It takes a lot to get me angry, but when I am I just can't let go. I wish I could but your boss and Brandt really pissed me off.