The Stand

Tom Cullen:
M-O-O-N. That spells moon.

Frannie Goldsmith:
Are you the same Tom that Nick met in Oklahoma?

Tom Cullen:
Yes... no. I'm God's Tom.

Larry Underwood:
You're awful cute when you're angry, Stu.

Trashcan Man:
My life for him. Yes. My life for him!

Rat Man:
The dude's crazy.

Lloyd Henreid:
Like we're not.

Nadine Cross:
Is everything all right?

Harold Lauder:
[has dynamite in his hand] No. If I had dropped this, you would be washing my guts out of your pretty white hair for the next two weeks!

Nadine Cross:
I'm sorry.

Harold Lauder:
Nadine... we're damned.

Harold Lauder:
Don't screw with my disco, Nadine!

Lloyd Henreid:
If black powder were brains, that guy couldn't blow his nose.

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
[her last words] Be true. STAND!

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
[upon seeing Fran for the first time] You with child, little girl!

Frannie Goldsmith:
How did you know that?

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
Who this woman that comes?

Nadine Cross:
I'm Nadine Cross.

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
Well, mayhap you is and mayhap you ain't.

Nadine Cross:
I'm from New York.

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
Mayhap you are.

Nadine Cross:
Mayhap I ain't.

Teddy Weizak:
Ma'am, are you okay?

Nadine Cross:
Fine, why?

Teddy Weizak:
Well you were having a bad dream, must've been a real wowzer from the sounds you were making. Dream about the walking man?

Stu Redman:
[Tom is hypnotized] Tom, are you asleep?

Tom Cullen:
Yes, Tom's asleep. [singing] Rock a bye baby.

Carl Hough:
You're real! You're really real!

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
Get up, I ain't no God and I ain't gonna be no golden calf.

Judge Richard Farris:
[Discussing the spy mission Larry has just reluctantly recruited him for] I'll leave tomorrow, in that 4-wheel drive of mine. North to Wyoming, then due west. I'll be cold. I'll be lonely. My bowels will not work properly. But also... I will be clever.

Larry Underwood:
[smiles sadly] I bet you will.

Rat Man:
[Regarding the Trashcan Man] Dude's crazy.

Lloyd Henreid:
Like we're not?

Frannie Goldsmith:
Am I dead?

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
No child, you ain't dead.

Frannie Goldsmith:
Then why am I here?

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
You're here to do God's will, child, just like everyone else. God didn't bring you together to make a committee, or a 'Free Zone'. He brought you together to send some of you further. It's Stuart who must lead now that Nick's gone.

Frannie Goldsmith:
Lead? Lead where?

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
Why west, little girl. You're not to go, only these 4: Stuart, Ralph, Larry and Glen. You abide.

Frannie Goldsmith:
No, Stuart's not going anywhere! He's going to stay with me when I have my baby. Neither one of us is going to have anymore to do with your killer God!

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
The devil's imp has called his bride to put her with child. Will he let YOUR child LIVE, little girl?

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
I have sinned in pride. So have you all. But that's past now. It's time now to give over your will to the will of God. It's time, to make your STAND.

Susan Stern:
You're the perfect American male, Stu, we get the power back on and you decide to barbecue.

Stu Redman:
Yeah, soon as they bring back pork rinds and Monday night football, I'm in redneck heaven.

Glen Bateman:
Nick's proposal is that we send at least 3 people west to Las Vegas, which we all feel is this Flagg's base of operations. The purpose is to try and find out what Flagg's plans are for us. Anyone want to kick it around a little bit?

Larry Underwood:
We haven't even been elected for one whole day yet and we've managed to reinvent the CIA. Who needs Monday Night Football?

Ralph Brentner:
Well what the hell else we gonna do? All he needs is one guy to target some scud missile with an a-bomb on it.

Larry Underwood:
And if he's got one, what then?

Stu Redman:
Somebody will have to try and stop him from using it.

Susan Stern:
If I can't go, what about asking Dayna?

Larry Underwood:
You can't be serious.

Stu Redman:
Well you better get serious.

Larry Underwood:
I can't believe we're doing this!

Stu Redman:
Hey, if you didn't want to get your hands dirty, you should've stayed off the committee in the first place. We're probably sending people off to get killed. Yeah that's right, making decisions like that is what being in charge is all about, either grow up and do it or get out!

Larry Underwood:
...You're awful cute when you're angry, Stu.

Randall Flagg:
Pleased to meet you, Lloyd. Hope you guessed my name.

Lloyd Henreid:
Huh?

Randall Flagg:
Oh. Nothing. Just a little classical reference.

Randall Flagg:
Liars sit in chairs, you know. Truth tellers just sort of hunker down.

Tom Cullen:
M-O-O-N! That spells NEBRASKA!

Tom Cullen:
M-O-O-N, that spells "deaf and dumb".

Tom Cullen:
M-O-O-N, that spells Tom Cullen.

[repeated line]

Trashcan Man:
My life for you!

Nadine Cross:
I think you're right. The Big Apple is baked.

Larry Underwood:
We have to get out of the city. It's not just the odds of getting shot. Do you know what it's going to smell like in two weeks? Five million dead people rotting in the July sun?

Larry Underwood:
[to Nadine] I don't need this prima donna act! You have fun getting raped and murdered back on 7th Avenue, sweetheart!

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
I hear you, Lord, and I'm in the way of doing your will, but I don't much like it!

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
Once in every generation, the plague shall fall among them. That's what it says in the Book. Seems like maybe you went a little too far this time,

Randall Flagg:
[seeing the dead rat under Lloyd's pillow] Bre'er Rat. How'd he taste?

Stu Redman:
[on surprising Glen] I'm a friend.

Glen Bateman:
[eying Stu's M16] I certainly hope so.

Stu Redman:
[holding up the gun] Think of it as home defense... while on the road.

Larry Underwood:
[to Nadine] I am not going to stand here in the midst of 5 million dead bodies and watch you commit suicide!

Frannie Goldsmith:
[riding a motorcycle] Harold, I don't think I'm ever gonna get these calluses off my fanny.

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
Doctor told me to cut out the coffee, I only have one cup a day... no, two cups a day

[laughs and drinks it]

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
Besides, he's dead and I'm still living.

Tom Cullen:
[to Nick] We going to Kansas City? [Nick shakes his head] To go see the old black lady? [Nick does a take, mimicks playing a guitar] That's right, she lives out in the corn and she sits out on her front porch and plays the guitar. I wouldn't mind seeing her, but we won't see the other one, will we? The one that turns into a crow? He scares me.

Stu Redman:
Going to Stovington would be a waste of your time.

Harold Lauder:
[scoffs] I hardly think you're the best judge of that.

Glen Bateman:
He was there, and he knows, they tried to kill him.

Glen Bateman:
Kojak, say hello to Stuart Redmen, [laughs] worthless dog.

Stu Redman:
Don't be too hard on him, he's the first dog I've seen in... well, since about the third week in June.

Harold Lauder:
[drinking beer] Not bad, it's cold.

Stu Redman:
Enjoy it while it lasts, I have a feeling there's going to be a shortage of cold beer this summer.

Stu Redman:
We'll try to find the old black woman, assuming she's real...

Glen Bateman:
Folks around these parts call me Mother Abigail, I'm 106 years old and I still make my own bread.

Stu Redman:
That's her.

Glen Bateman:
The name of the man in the desert is Flagg, and I think he's crucifying anyone who gets in his way.

Ralph Brentner:
What if this other guy we've been dreaming about is... well, not real, like a boogeyman?

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
You dreamed of me, am I the boogeyman?

Ralph Brentner:
[laughs] No ma'am.

Tom Cullen:
M-O-O-N; that spells X!

Stu Redman:
Country don't mean dumb.

Sheriff Baker:
When I was a boy, we killed ourselves a mountain lion up in the hills, gutted it, and dragged it back to town. What was left of that critter was the sorriest sight I ever seen. You the second sorriest, boy.

Randall Flagg:
Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub.

Dr. Dietz:
Patty Greer says you've given her quite a bit of trouble, she's quite upset.

Stu Redman:
Well, that makes two of us. Being hijacked by a bunch of government sons of b*tches in space suits does that to me every time. So if you don't want to see how quick I can rip a hole in that thing 'fore you can get outta here, you better give me a little information. You tell me why I'm not sick.

"The Monster!" shouter:
He's coming for YOU, Larry! The man with no face!

Stu Redman:
Where's your buddy, Denninger?

Dr. Dietz:
[points a gun at Stu] Well, he's dead... They're all dead, everybody except for me and thee.

Stu Redman:
And you're here to take care of me. Is that it?

Dr. Dietz:
Hole in one!

Stu Redman:
Why?

Dr. Dietz:
Why? Because I've decided a piece of country fried crap like you doesn't deserve to live, not with so many good men dying.

Stu Redman:
Those "good men"... caused this mess!

Stu Redman:
I was faking.

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
I'm 106 years old, and I still makes my own bread.

Nick Andros:
[Standing up and walking through a cornfield] I can hear! I can talk!

Rat Man:
[to Larry] The Rat Man will forgive you this time!

[looking at the images of the virus outbreak]

Gen. Starkey:
Look at that. It killed 'em in a hurry down there. Telemetry reports suggest that even the ones that managed to get their respirators and gas masks on died within 12 minutes after exposure. The rest were gone in less than five. Do you believe that?

Maj. Jalbert:
Do I have a choice?

Gen. Starkey:
No. Apparently none of us do. This 'Project Blue', it's nothing but a souped up version of the flu. Herbert Denninger of the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta, the Pentagon's bright boy of the week, says that once we find Campion, we'll only know if it's going to jump to the outside. He says the virus will probably mutate as it passes from person to person, but that's not gonna help the people who catch it.

Maj. Jalbert:
Sir, I have information that...

Gen. Starkey:
[interrupting] It'll just take 'em longer to die, that's all. Most people are gonna think thay have the plain old non-lethal flu... right up to the very end, and that's the biggest break we've had so far. Now it's loose out there all because a gate malfunctioned and some idiot, glorified TV repairman grabbed his family and ran for the hills. What I'd like to do more than anything else is get that coward and...

Maj. Jalbert:
Sir, we found him. We located Campion. He crash-landed late last night at a gas station on the outskirts of a one-stoplight town in east Texas.

Gen. Starkey:
He made it halfway across the country in only 12 hours? How the hell did he do that?

Maj. Jalbert:
I don't know. But right now, we have a shot at containing this.

Gen. Starkey:
Is he alive or dead?

Maj. Jalbert:
He's dead.

Gen. Starkey:
Oh my God. Denninger says that this stuff has a communicability level of 99.4%! You know what that means? Any chance we had at containing by the book went out the window when Campion stopped to buy gas or his first take-out hamburger!

Maj. Jalbert:
We can't think that way, General.

Gen. Starkey:
Well... you're right, I guess not. What about the rest of his family? His wife and baby daughter?

Maj. Jalbert:
They're dead, sir. Contact with townspeople was minimal.

Gen. Starkey:
That doesn't matter. We've got to shut that town down, lock it up, dig a moat around it.

Maj. Jalbert:
That operation is already on the launching pad, sir.

Gen. Starkey:
Good. What kind of cover did you come up with?

Maj. Jalbert:
Anthrax. A new strain. It's bad, general, but it could be worse.

Gen. Starkey:
[scoffs] Oh, yeah? How so?

[Stu is lazily listening to the old men chatter at Hap's gas station when he sees a car driving crazily toward them in the night]

Stu Redman:
Hap. Hap! Shut off the pumps!

[Campion's car smashes into the gas pumps]

[His dying lines, spoken to Stu Redman]

Charlie Campion:
There was a man with us some of the time; he was a dark man. I was looking through the rear-view mirror and I'd see him just sitting there, grinning at me. I thought I could outrun him. [He laughs, sickly] You can't outrun the dark man.

[to a military doctor]

Stu Redman:
I ain't gonna resist. Country don't mean dumb.

Stu Redman:
I think we're in big trouble.

[In a dream-vision, Nick finds himself in a cornfield in Nebraska]

Nick Andros:
I can hear! I can talk!

[He approaches the porch of Mother Abigail, who is strumming a guitar and singing]

Nick Andros:
I can hear. I can talk.

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
I know, Nick. Praise God.

Nick Andros:
[grinning] How did you know my name?

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
Come to me in a dream, I reckon.

Nick Andros:
Is this a dream?

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
Mayhap it is, mayhap it ain't.

Nick Andros:
Who are you, ma'am?

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
Abigail Freemantle. But most round these parts just call me Mother Abigail. I'm a hundred and six years old, and I still make my own bread.

[Nick smiles]

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
I've been living right here in Hemmingford Home, Nebraska, all my life. You come see me, Nick. You and all your friends. You got to hurry, though.

[Nick turns and Abigail looks up as the sky darkens and lightning flashes]

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
There's a storm coming! HIS storm!

[She points, and Nick sees, in the cornfield, a pitch-black figure with glowing red eyes. Nick is so startled that he wakes up]

[Larry has returned to New York to see his mother, who assumes he is a failure, despite his flashy car]

Alice Underwood:
Don't lie. I've seen your car.

Larry Underwood:
[sullenly] About forty thousand.

Alice Underwood:
Jesus wept.

Larry Underwood:
But the record's number 21 this week, Ma! With a bullet. Bam! The album hasn't hit the hot 100 yet, but it will. Forty thousand's nothin'. Nothin'! And I'm not gonna let them make me a one-hit wonder, either. Your son's here to stick around! I'm gonna be famous, Ma. Even better. I'm gonna be rich.

Stu Redman:
Well, say... if it isn't the man with the little clipboard and the armed escort. [Stu approaches Dr. Denninger to shake his hand]

Dr. Herbert Denninger:
No, no, n-no, no, we don't shake hands here, just a precaution, hmm.

Stu Redman:
A precaution, uh-huh.

Dr. Herbert Denninger:
Natty Greer says you've given her quite a bit of trouble. She's quite upset!

Stu Redman:
Well, that makes two of us! Being hijacked by a bunch of government sons-a-b*tches in space-suits does that to me every time! So, if you don't wanna see how quick I can rip a hole in that thing 'fore you can get outa here, you're gonna give me a little information. You tell me why I'm not sick!

Dr. Herbert Denninger:
Mr. Redman, I hardly think that...

Stu Redman:
Talk to me, dammit!

Dr. Herbert Denninger:
I'm sorry, but you... [Stu grabs Dr. Denninger]... Mr. Redman, be reasonable.

Stu Redman:
Just get outa here, ya little weasel!... You send me someone who'll give me some answers!

Dr. Herbert Denninger:
I don't think that you quite appreciate your position, Mr. Redman!

Stu Redman:
You're wrong about that... I do... go on, get out!

Nadine Cross:
We... are... dead... and... this... is... Hell!

[after being shot]

Glen Bateman:
It's okay Mr. Henreid, you don't know any better.

Nadine Cross:
I'll see you in hell, Randall, holding your baby in my arms.

Nadine Cross:
I waited so long.

Randall Flagg:
The waiting's over.

Glen Bateman:
You're quite a piece of work Mr Cockroach. We could learn a lesson from you, especially in light of recent events. I have an idea come this time tomorrow I'll be gone, but you'll still be trucking, running little roach errands.

Randall Flagg:
[stomps on the roach] That's a wrap on the roach.

Larry Underwood:
[his last words] Amazing grace...

Randall Flagg:
[threatening Dayna Jurgens] You tell me what I wanna know. Before I'm through with you, you'll BEG to tell me!

Nadine Cross:
You said it yourself, Harold, we're damned.

Dayna Jurgens:
You have just seen me naked for the last time.

Teddy Weizak:
I don't know how to tell you this, Stu, but...

Stu Redman:
What is it?

Teddy Weizak:
The baby's come early, and it's got the flu.

Randall Flagg:
Just one more thing... the moon man, dear. Who is he?

Dayna Jurgens:
I don't know.

Randall Flagg:
I think you do.

Dayna Jurgens:
No, really, I don't know. I didn't even know about the Judge, until I heard Lloyd talking about him with some guy in Idaho.

Randall Flagg:
That makes perfect sense. Nevertheless you DO know. You know and you'll tell me, do you understand?

Dayna Jurgens:
Why don't YOU know? Why don't you know already?

Randall Flagg:
I DON'T KNOW!

Nadine Cross:
They're coming for you, you know. The old woman sent them before she died.

Randall Flagg:
Get your ass back in here.

Nadine Cross:
Everything you've made here is falling apart. They're saying a simple retarded boy outwitted Randall Flagg. They're saying Judge Ferris got away from your men in Idaho.

Randall Flagg:
He's as dead as Judas Iscariot.

Nadine Cross:
They're asking questions about Dayna too it's all slipping through your fingers. And they're whispering, Randy, I can see them, leaving their posts in the dead of night and your eye can't see them. And when they come here, Stu, and Ralph, and Glen, and La... when they get here, your time will end, and I'll be watching, I'll be watching from Hell with your baby in my arms.

Russ Dorr:
You know, I thought there'd be whores, I haven't seen any whores.

Rich Moffat:
Man don't even want you to have a drink, and dope, pfft, forget about it. I've been thinking, I might not go back to Vegas after all. Mexico ain't but 300 miles in that direction. [Tom steps on a branch]

Russ Dorr:
[pops up with gun] What was that?

Rich Moffat:
Just a deer, they're all over.

Russ Dorr:
Maybe we should go look.

Rich Moffat:
Go ahead, why should I be out there wandering around in the dark, maybe break my leg for that freak in cowboy boots?

Russ Dorr:
You ought to watch it, Rich, man has a way of hearing things, seeing things.

Rich Moffat:
Ah Flagg don't scare me.

Larry Underwood:
So why'd you have to kill Glen?

Barry Dorgan:
He tried to escape.

Larry Underwood:
You know, one of these days you're gonna get shot trying to escape, Dorgan, you too, Ratty.

Ralph Brentner:
Yeah, one less Rat Man in the world.

Rat Man:
Shut up that honky voodoo. [c*cks gun]

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
You done good, boys, come on home.

Barry Dorgan:
[Larry refers to Flagg as a tin god] Tin god? Tin god? That's funny, I spent 22 years in the Santa Monica P.D., and I know what happens when guys like you end up running the show. We haven't got a single addict in Vegas, can your people say the same?

Glen Bateman:
Mr. Dorgan, even a man of your apparently limited intelligence should be able to see that your experiences with a few battered babies and drug abusers doesn't excuse your embrace of a monster.

Barry Dorgan:
I'm Barry Dorgan, chief of Vegas security. What kind of accident?

Larry Underwood:
He stubbed his toe. Look Mr. Drogan, chief, Dragon, captain, Drugen, whatever you want to call yourself, why don't we just get on with this?