Lost Highway

Mr. Eddy:
Six f***in' car lengths. That's a hundred and six f***in' feet, mister. If I had to stop suddenly, you woulda hit me. I want you to get a f***in' driver's manual, and I want you to study that motherf***er. And I want you to obey the the goddamn rules. Fifty-f***in' thousand people were killed on the highway last year 'cause of f***in' a**holes like you. Tell me you're gonna get a manual.

Mystery Man:
We've met before, haven't we.

Fred Madison:
I don't think so. Where was it you think we met?

Mystery Man:
At your house. Don't you remember?

Fred Madison:
No. No, I don't. Are you sure?

Mystery Man:
Of course. As a matter of fact, I'm there right now.

Fred Madison:
What do you mean? You're where right now?

Mystery Man:
At your house.

Fred Madison:
That's f***ing crazy, man.

Mystery Man:
Call me. Dial your number. Go ahead.

Mystery Man:
We've met before, haven't we?

Ed:
Do you own a video camera?

Renee Madison:
No. Fred hates them.

Fred Madison:
I like to remember things my own way.

Ed:
What do you mean by that?

Fred Madison:
How I remembered them. Not necessarily the way they happened.

Fred Madison:
Andy, who is that guy?

Andy:
I don't know his name. He's a friend of Dick Laurent's, I think.

Fred Madison:
Dick Laurent?

Andy:
Yeah, I believe so.

Fred Madison:
But Dick Laurent is dead, isn't he?

Fred Madison:
Where's Alice?

Mystery Man:
Alice who? Her name is Renee. If she told you her name was Alice, she's lying. And your name, what the f*** is your name?

Mr. Eddy:
This is where mechanical excellence and one-thousand four-hundred horsepower pays off.

Ed:
F***er gets more p*ssy than a toilet seat.

Fred Madison:
Who the hell owns that dog?

Mr. Eddy:
You sure you're doing okay? Everything all right?

Pete Dayton:
Yeah.

Mr. Eddy:
That's good, Pete. Hey, I want you to talk to a friend of mine.

Mystery Man:
We've met before haven't we?

Pete Dayton:
I don't think so. Where was it you think we met?

Mystery Man:
At your house. Don't you remember?

Pete Dayton:
No, no I don't.

Mystery Man:
We've just killed a couple of people.

Pete Dayton:
What?

Mystery Man:
You heard me. We thought we'd come over and tell you about it.

Pete Dayton:
What's going on?

Mystery Man:
Great question. In the East, the Far East, when a person is sentenced to death, they're sent to a place where they can't escape, never knowing when an executioner will step up behind them and fire a bullet into the back of their head. It could be days, weeks, or even years after the death sentence has been prononunced. This uncertainty adds an exquisite element of torture to the sitution, don't you think? It's been a pleasure talking to you.

Pete Dayton:
I want you.

Alice Wakefield:
You'll never have me.

Fred Madison:
I had a dream about you last night.

Renee Madison:
Yeah? What was it about?

Fred Madison:
You were in the house, calling my name, but I couldn't find you. Then there you were, lying in bed... but it wasn't you. It looked like you, but it wasn't.

Fred Madison:
How did you meet that a**hole Andy, anyway?

Renee Madison:
It was a long time ago. I met him at this place called Moke's. We... became friends. He told me about a job...

Fred Madison:
What job?

Renee Madison:
Ah... I don't remember. Anyway, Andy's okay.

Fred Madison:
Yeah well, he's got some f***ed-up friends.

Mr. Eddy:
How you doin' Pete?

Pete Dayton:
Okay.

Mr. Eddy:
I'm sure you noticed that girl that was with me the other day, good lookin' blonde? She stayed in the car? Her name is Alice. I swear I love that girl to death. If I ever find out that somebody was making out with her, I'd take this...

Mr. Eddy:
... and shove it so far up his ass it would come out of his mouth. Then you know what?

Pete Dayton:
What?

Mr. Eddy:
I'd blow his f***in' brains out.

Mr. Eddy:
Hey, your looking good. What you been up to?

Guard Johnny Mack:
Captain Luneau?

Captain Luneau:
Yeah, Mack?

Guard Johnny Mack:
Captain, this is some spooky sh*t we got here.

Guard Henry:
Man, that wife killer looks pretty f***ed up.

Guard Mike:
Which one?

[The police speak to Fred on the subject of video cameras]

Fred I like to remember things my own way

Detective What do you mean by that?

Fred How I remember them. Not necessarily the way they happened

Mystery Man:
We've met before, haven't we?

Fred:
I don't think so. Where was it you think we met?

Mystery Man:
At your house. Don't you remember?

Fred:
No. No, I don't. Are you sure?

Mystery Man:
Of course. As a matter of fact, I'm there right now.

Fred:
What do you mean? You're where right now?

Mystery Man:
At your house.

Fred:
[pause] That's f***ing crazy, man.

Mystery Man:
Call Me. Dial your number. Go ahead.

[Fred dials the number and the Mystery Man answers]

Mystery Man:
[over the phone] I told you I was here.

Fred:
[alarmed] How'd you do that?

Mystery Man:
Ask me.

Fred:
[angrily into the phone] How did you get inside my house?

Mystery Man:
You invited me. It is not my custom to go where I am not wanted.

Fred:
[into the phone] Who are you?

[Both Mystery Men laugh]

Mystery Man:
[over the phone] Give me back my phone.

[Fred gives the phone back]

Mystery Man:
It's been a pleasure talking to you.

Mr. Eddy:
You like pornos?

Pete:
Pornos?

Mr. Eddy:
Give you a boner?

Pete:
No thanks, Mr Eddy

Mr. Eddy:
Suit yourself, champ

[Mr. Eddy calls Pete]

Mr. Eddy:
I'm really glad to know you're doin okay. You're sure you're okay? Everything alright?

Pete Dayton:
[nervous] Yeah?

Mr. Eddy:
I'm really glad to know you're doin good, Pete. Hey, I want you to talk to a friend of mine.

[He hands the phone to the Mystery Man]

Mystery Man:
We've met before, haven't we?

Pete Dayton:
I don't think so. Where is it you think we've met?

Mystery Man:
At your house. Don't you remember?

Pete Dayton:
No. No, I don't.

Mystery Man:
In the East, the Far East, when a person is sentenced to death, they're sent to a place where they can't escape, never knowing when an executioner may step up behind them, and fire a bullet into the back of their head.

Pete Dayton:
[scared] What's going on?

Mystery Man:
It's been a pleasure talking to you.

[Pete and Alice are having sex]

Pete:
I want you!

Alice:
[whispers in his ear] You'll never have me.

Al:
Do you know what I think?

Ed:
What is it? What is it that you think?

Al:
There is no such thing as a bad coincidence.

Mr. Eddie:
Boy, that's smooth. Smooth as sh*t off a duck's ass!

Mr. Eddie:
You and me, mister, we can sure out-ugly them sumbitches, can't we?

Fred:
Dick Laurent is dead...