Panic Room

Junior:
How do we get in there?

Burnham:
You can't.

Meg:
It's disgusting how much I love you.

Burnham:
I spent the last 12 years of my life building rooms like this specifically to keep out people like us

Meg:
This whole thing makes me nervous.

Lydia Lynch:
Why?

Meg:
Ever read any Poe?

Lydia Lynch:
No, but I loved her last album!

Meg:
Is that Morse Code?

Sarah:
No, SOS.

Meg:
Where did you learn that?

Sarah:
Titanic!

Burnham:
This is what I do; if some idiot with a sledgehammer could break in do you really think I'd still have a job?

Burnham:
Who are you?

Raoul:
I'm Raoul.

Junior:
What the f*** is this? They're not supposed to be here!

Meg:
Put him on the phone, b*tch!

Junior:
She's coming down to you!

Burnham:
Hey I told you, I don't hurt people.

Burnham:
He's telling the truth.

Raoul:
Yeah, he's telling the truth... you know how I know? Cause when I do this...

Raoul:
...people don't lie.

Junior:
Any other schoolyard bullshit you wanna settle, or can we get the f*** back to work?

Raoul:
Don't you take no tone with me jerk-wad, 'cause I'll shove it up your ass and snap it off.

Junior:
You know what? You're a bus-driver, *Raoul*! You live in Flatbush! So don't start spouting some Elmore Leonard bullshit you just heard because I saw that movie too.

Raoul:
Why the hell didn't we do that?

Sarah:
Are you okay?

Meg:
Yeah.

Sarah:
Small space?

Meg:
I'm okay.

Sarah:
You can't wig out.

Meg:
I know.

Sarah:
I mean it.

Meg:
I won't.

Sarah:
You know, people never get buried alive anymore. I guess it used to happen all the time.

Meg:
Really?

Sarah:
Yeah, I read that.

Meg:
And when did this happen all the time?

Sarah:
20, 30 years ago.

Meg:
What are they doing now?

Sarah:
I don't know.

Meg:
Hey. Enough. Mind the pizza?

Sarah:
What do you mean?

Meg:
Our frist night. I should've thought of something special.

Sarah:
I like pizza.

Sarah:
F*** him.

Meg:
Don't.

Sarah:
F*** her, too.

Meg:
I agree. But don't