Face/Off1997

[Archer, with Castor's face, sits down with Pollux]

Pollux Troy:
Not feeling very coordinated lately, are you?

Sean Archer:
[with a low voice] Listen, bro. I am soooo fried. If the psychos find out I'm this wacky we're both dead meat.

Pollux Troy:
Shock treatment? What's the matter, did they operate? [Pollux touches Archer's face]

Sean Archer:
I was in a coma! Jesus, you're still so frickin' paranoid! Aren't they giving you your medication in here?

Pollux Troy:
What was my medication?

Sean Archer:
[sighing in "exasperation"] Pollux, I hand-fed you those pills for years. Vivex! I haven't forgotten that. It's just everything else. My reflexes, my synapses, it's all like a... tab of bad Quantrax. I don't even know why that f***ing Yeti jumped me the other day.

Pollux Troy:
Dubov? You had a sex sandwich with his wife and his sister the night he was sent here.

Sean Archer:
Well, that explains why he was so upset. We're gonna blow up L.A., bro. Ain't that cool?

Pollux Troy:
Sure, rub my nose in it, why don't you. Ten million dollar design and those militia nut jobs get to keep their cash.

Sean Archer:
' It's so f***ing unfair! That bomb you built does deserve an audience. I mean, it's a work of art, it belongs in the Louvre.

Pollux Troy:
Yes, it does. Oh, well. I guess the L.A. Convention Center will just have to do.

Sean Archer:
[rejoices to himself] Thank you.

Pollux Troy:
For what?

Sean Archer:
You are so f***in' pathetic.