A Perfect Getaway2009

Rick:
Relax, relax!

Gina:
I need to go right now, okay? Do you here me?

Cliff:
This is my wife's friend, she has little issue with um... crystal meth, okay? Normally she's pretty functional, but obviously... this ain't normal.

Gina:
He killed my Nicko! He killed my boyfriend!

Cliff:
Oh, come on!

Gina:
He wants to be us! That's what he wants, okay... him and his wife wanna be us!

Cliff:
She's dosed right out of her mind right now... I mean it's been. Look! Look, look, look, look, come here.

Gina:
No, no, no! Don't go, Don't go.

Cliff:
Look at this... I'm finding these the whole trip. I think she just got in over her head this time. So, I hope you don't have to involve the... police or anything like that. I mean, I promise I'll get her back safe... okay?

Gina:
Don't listen to him! Don't listen to him!

Sherman:
Look mam, we're just here because someone took off with two of our boats. The last thing we want is to get involved with somebody else's mess.

Cliff:
Okay, cool.

Sherman:
Right?

Rick:
Yeah, right.

Cliff:
Cool.

Rick:
Except...

Cliff:
Except what?

Rick:
Ya know it's just that, I don't get why her pupils are normal... and yours are the size of olives.

Cliff:
Guys... that was a perfectly good story.

[starts shooting everyone]

Cliff:
F***! Count your f***ing shots!