Treed Murray2001

Kelly:
[to Dwayne] No... No, I hate you! I hate you! Let go of me! You're a f***ing leech. You're a moping, hag, dog, stupid waste of a f***ing life! F***! Just leave me the f*** alone! Leave me alone!

Murray:
Dwayne. You deserve better than this. I know... I know people. And you gotta know, she doesn't feel about you the way you feel about her. I mean, you think she's your girl? You think she'll be faithful? You think she cares? She doesn't care. I know that's hard for you to understand, now.

Dwayne:
You don't know what you're talking about.

Murray:
I'm not trying to hurt you, here. Just open your eyes. F***! Kelly's a... Kelly is a...

Dwayne:
My sister. She's my sister. You know, I'm listenin' to you, sittin' up there just, you know, talking and talking, like you got everything all figured out. 'Cause you, yeah, you know people. You don't know sh*t, Murray. We're not people. We're just a bunch of cowards and punks and traitors, right?

Murray:
No.

Dwayne:
'Cause if we were people, then you might have to care. And you just don't give a f***, do you?

Murray:
No, I care.

Dwayne:
Oh, you care? Yeah, who do you care about, huh? Your wife?

Murray:
Of course.

Dwayne:
Or your mistress? Care about your boy... or your dealer? Your six-figure job: breathmints, dandruff shampoo... What do you really care about, huh? You care about Carter? Do you have *any* idea what you've done to him? Do you? Care about me? Is that why you gotta tell me about Kelly? All right. You know people. What is she then? My sister's a what?

Murray:
I was just gonna say that...

Dwayne:
[yelling] My sister's a what?

Murray:
Kelly's a... Kelly's addicted to drugs.

Dwayne:
[smiling] No sh*t! You're a real people person, all right!