Saw

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
What's your name?

Adam:
My name is Very F***ing Confused; what's your name?

John:
Most people are so ungrateful to be alive, but not you, not any more...

John:
Game Over!

Adam:
Don't! Don't!

Adam:
I don't give a crap if you covered yourself in peanut butter and had a 15 hooker gang bang!

Adam:
This is the most fun I've had without lubricant.

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
I wouldn't lie to you...

John:
Hello, Mr. Hindle. Or as they called you around the hospital: Zepp. I want you to make a choice. There's a slow-acting poison coursing through your system, which only I have the antidote for. Will you murder a mother and her child to save yourself? Listen carefully, if you will. There are rules.

Detective David Tapp:
You know, we arrested a dentist last week who liked to play with kids a bit too much. He lived two blocks from here. The sewer lines run under this neighborhood too, doctor.

Adam:
I went to bed in my shithole apartment and I woke up in an actual shithole.

John:
Yes, I'm sick, officer. Sick from the disease eating away at me inside. Sick of people who don't appreciate their blessings. Sick of those who scoff at the suffering of others. I'm sick of it all!

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
He doesn't want us to cut through our chains! He wants us to cut through our feet!

Detective David Tapp:
At least we'll have the cover of darkness.

Detective Steven Sing:
So will anybody else.

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
Did you find anything?

Adam:
Nothing soild

Adam:
Help! Someone help me! Is someone there? Hey! Oh sh*t, I'm probably dead.

Detective David Tapp:
Who said anything about a warrant?

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
F*** this sh*t!

[first lines]

Adam Stanheight:
Help! Someone, help me! Is someone there? Hey! Oh, sh*t, I'm probably dead.

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
You're not dead.

Adam Stanheight:
Who's that? Who's that?

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
There's no point yelling. I already tried.

Adam Stanheight:
Turn on the lights!

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
Would if I could.

Adam Stanheight:
What the heck's going on? Where am I?

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
I don't know yet.

Adam Stanheight:
What is that smell?

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
Oh, wait... Hang on. Think I found something.

[the lights turn on]

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
Are you hurt?

Adam Stanheight:
I don't know. Yeah!

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
What's your name?

Adam Stanheight:
My name is Adam Stanheight; what's your name?

[Adam is trying to see if someone has taken his kidneys]

Adam Stanheight:
You see any scars?

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
What?

Adam Stanheight:
This is what they do, man. They kidnap you, then drug you and before you know it, you're in a bathtub and your kidneys are on eBay.

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
No one has taken your kidneys.

Adam Stanheight:
How can you tell from way over there?

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
Because you'd either be in terrible agony or you'd be dead by now. Trust me.

Adam Stanheight:
What are you, a surgeon?

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
Yes.

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
Did you find anything?

Adam Stanheight:
[searching in toilet] No solids.

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
How did you know to turn off the lights?

Adam Stanheight:
Who cares? It worked.

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
Yeah, but how did you know?

Adam Stanheight:
Instinct.

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
Instinct?

Adam Stanheight:
Yeah.

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
You know what? You're a terrible liar.

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
Who are you?

Adam Stanheight:
You know who I am.

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
Stop the lies! You're a liar! I need to know the truth!

Adam Stanheight:
I'm a liar? What did you do last night, Lawrence? Work at a hospital, saving sick children? You told me that after you left your house last night, you went to work at a hospital.

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
That's because it's the truth.

Adam Stanheight:
No. Your wife is right, Larry. You don't recall getting your picture taken in the parking lot? [takes out some pictures and throws them] I can prove that you didn't go anywhere near a hospital last night.

Alison Gordon:
How can you go through life pretending your happy?

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
I am happy.

Alison Gordon:
That is complete bullshit; I'd rather you break down and tell me you hated me. At least there would be some passion in it.

Adam Stanheight:
No! Lawrence, please! I'm begging you! Lawrence, it's not me who did this to you!

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
You have to die.

Adam Stanheight:
No! I want to live!

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
I'm sorry...

Adam Stanheight:
I want to live!

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
My family... [shoots Adam] There! I've done it! Now show them to me!

Zep Hindle:
[examining Adam's body] You're too late. [aims a gun at Lawrence]

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
Why?

Zep Hindle:
It's the rules.

Tape:
Hello, Mr. Hindle... or, as they called you around the hospital: Zep. I want you to make a choice. There's a slow-acting poison coursing through your system, to which only I have the antidote for. Will you murder a mother and her child to save yourself?

[Flashback]

Zep Hindle:
Dr. Gordon's time is up.

[Present]

Tape:
Listen carefully, if you will; there are rules.

[Flashback]

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
Why?

Zep Hindle:
It's the rules.

[Present]

[the corpse in the room stands, peeling off the latex bullet wound cap]

Jigsaw:
[points to the bathtub] Key to that chain... is in the bathtub.

[Flashback]

[the key goes down the drain when Adam accidentally unplugs it]

Zep Hindle:
He's a very interesting person. His name's John.

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
He has an inoperable frontal lobe tumor.

Jigsaw:
I'm sick from the disease eating away at me inside.

Detective Allison Kerry:
Sounds like our friend Jigsaw.

Jigsaw:
I'm sick of people who don't appreciate their blessings.

Detective Allison Kerry:
Looks like our guy likes to book himself front row seats to his own sick little games.

Tape:
Hello, Mark - Paul - Amanda - Zep - Adam - Dr. Gordon. I want to play a game.

[Present]

[Adam tries to shoot Jigsaw, only to be given an electric shock that zaps the gun out of his hand]

Jigsaw:
Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you... Not anymore. [Adam screams] Game over! [shuts the door]

Adam Stanheight:
[screams] Don't! Don't! No! [screams fade out]

How much blood would you shed to stay alive?

Tapes:
Rise and shine, Adam. You're probably wondering where you are. I'll tell you where you might be. You might be in the room you die in. Up until now you simply sat in the shadows watching others live out their lives. But what do voyeurs see when they look into the mirror? Now, I see you as a strange mix of someone angry, yet apathetic. But mostly just pathetic. So are you going to watch yourself die today, Adam, or do something about it?

Tapes:
Dr. Gordon, this is your wake-up call. Every day of your working life you have given people the news that they're going to die soon. Now, you will be the cause of death. Your aim in this game is to kill Adam. You have until six on the clock to do it. There's a man in the room with you. When there's that much poison in your blood, the only thing left to do -- is shoot yourself. There are ways to win this hidden all around you. Just remember, X marks the spot for the treasure. If you do not kill Adam by six, then Alison and Diana will die, Dr. Gordon... and I'll leave you in this room to rot. Let the game begin. [whispers] Follow your heart.

Tapes:
Hello, Mark. If you are so sick, then why do I have so many photos of you up and about? Let's put your so-called "illness" to the test. Right now, there's a slow acting poison in your veins. The antidote is inside the safe; the combination to the safe is written on the wall. Hurry up and program it in, but watch your step. By the way, that's a flammable substance smeared on your body, so I would be careful with that candle if I were you... or all the people you've burned with your act just might have their revenge.

Tapes:
Hello, Amanda. You don't know me, but I know you. I want to play a game. Here's what happens if you lose. The device you are wearing is hooked into your upper and lower jaw. When the timer in the back goes off, your mouth will be permanently ripped open. Think of it like a reverse bear trap. Here, I'll show you. [on videotape, a mannequin's head is destroyed by the device] There is only one key to open the device. It's in the stomach of your dead cell mate. Look around, Amanda. Know that I'm not lying. You better hurry up. Live or die. Make your choice.

Tapes:
Congratulations. You are still alive. Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you. Not anymore.

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
[to Adam] I DID NOT CHEAT ON HER!

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
Zep, you perverted little psychopath! I'm going to take great pleasure in seeing you pay for this, you bastard f***!

Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
[to Zep] You. You bastard! I'll f***ing kill you! You f***ing bastard! I'll f***ing kill you! You f***ing bastard! I'll f***ing kill you!

Adam Stanheight:
No solids.

Adam Stanheight:
You say that like you know me.

Adam Stanheight:
My last girlfriend was a feminist, vegan punk who broke up with me because she thought I was too angry.

Adam Stanheight:
Face it, Larry, we're both bullshitters. But my camera isn't. It doesn't know how to lie. It only shows you what's put right in front of it.

Adam Stanheight:
[to Lawrence] Don't leave me!

Detective Tapp:
Sick bastard.

Detective Tapp:
I'm gonna kill you, you sick a**hole!

Zep Hindle:
His name's John, Dr. Gordon. He's a very interesting person.

Zep Hindle:
Good night, little girl.

Zep Hindle:
Cold-hearted bastard.

Zep Hindle:
Dr. Gordon's time is up and I've gotta do what I've gotta do and I'm afraid that you're the one who's gonna tell him he failed.

Zep Hindle:
I'm gonna kill your husband now, Mrs. Gordon!

Detective Allison Kerry:
Looks like our friend Jigsaw likes to book himself front row seats to his own sick little games.