Amityville: It's About Time

Lisa Sterling:
Choo! Choo! All aboard!

Andrea Livingston:
Rusty, this house nearly burned down!

Rusty Sterling:
What can I say, I've been here all night.

Andrea Livingston:
All night?

Rusty Sterling:
Well, I took a piss around 7:45. Sorry I didn't call.

Jacob Sterling:
[Last Lines] What the hell was that all about?

Andrea Livingston:
It's about time, that's what.

Andy:
You won't regret this. I swear!

Lisa Sterling:
You might.

Jacob Sterling:
[to Dr. Stafford] High-tech technology. You've got to love it. Put 'er there, pal. [the two shake hands] Good firm grip. Look, I just want to take a second here and let you know how much I appreciate you coming over and taking care of my family. God knows, I've been in no shape to do it. I owe you one, buddy. So, you're a doctor, right?

Dr. Leonard Stafford:
Yeah. I'm a psychiatrist.

Jacob Sterling:
A doctor. Sick is sick, right? Whether it's upstairs, or down in the basement. [gestures to Leonard's robe] Did I tell you I went to med school? Almost.

Dr. Leonard Stafford:
Uh, no. You didn't.

Jacob Sterling:
You bet. But I ended up studying drafting. Majored in architecture. And I build things. Lots of things. But sometimes, doc. I've gotta tell you. Don't think I'm weird. Sometimes I get the urge to tear them down. Just get a wrecking ball and level blocks and blocks of ranch style homes. You've got to experience a similar thing. You spend all day healing people. Making them feel better. You ever want to hurt them? Make them bleed? Balance the books? Clean the slate? [Pulls out a pistol] Take a look at this puppy. It's a 'Walther P38K'. Actually quite old. Worth a lot. German construction. The SS used to carry these. Some of the Berlin police still carry these today, although they're actually being replaced by more sophisticated sidearms. It's a terrific piece of machinery. Incredibly accurate. [racks the slide] Never jams. It's just a work of art to look at. But I guess its day has passed. [holds the gun to his own temple] I'll tell you one thing, though. You turn this puppy on some a**hole and you can slip your wrist through the hole it'd leave behind. [turns the gun on Leonard] Are you f***ing Andrea? *My* Andrea? Don't lie to me, you bastard fornicator.

Dr. Leonard Stafford:
What are you TALKING ABOUT? Look, you guys have a relationship, and I'm not part of that!

Jacob Sterling:
What about tonight? Are you *going* to f*** her? Here? In *my* house? Just across the hall from where *we* used to sleep together? You f***ed her!

Dr. Leonard Stafford:
No!

Jacob Sterling:
Don't lie to me.

Dr. Leonard Stafford:
Okay, okay. Yes. I did it, okay?

Jacob Sterling:
And what about after?

Dr. Leonard Stafford:
What?

Jacob Sterling:
Lisa. Are you going after my daughter?

Dr. Leonard Stafford:
Never! I would NEVER!

Jacob Sterling:
I can't let you do that. I've got to stop you. Right here. Right now.

Dr. Leonard Stafford:
No! NO! NOOOO! [Jacob shoots him and Leonard realizes he hallucinated the encounter]