Lee Strobel: Lee Strobel - Okay God, you win.
Jenny: Are you all right?
Ian Stone: Yeah, aside from the sudden desire to slit my wrists I think I'll make it until Monday.
Gray: Your watch stopped.
Ian Stone: Huh?
Gray: Your watch. After you left for work this morning, it stopped, didn't it? Whenever a clock stops, they're coming.
Ian Stone: Who?
Gray: You know.
Ian Stone: I'm sorry. I don't know what you're talking about.
Gray: Listen, you're a smart boy. Don't let denial get in the way of that.
Jack: You just gotta go up to her and say "Hey, jizzed in my shorts."
Andy: Well, I guess that's what brains look like... Sort of like... lasagna... kind of... Okay, I'll shut up now.
Sheriff Hoyt: I bet she's real unhappy, real sorry that you're getting fuckin' her blood all over your goddamn arm. You know, back when I was a young patrolman, I used to love wrapping up these young honies.
Andy: Yeah, I bet you did.
Sheriff Hoyt: Yeah, cop me a little bit of a feel every now and then, you know. Oh, look at that. She's kind of wet down there. What you boys been doing with this dead body anyway?
Andy: Can we please finish this?
