Panic Room
2002
Junior: How do we get in there? Burnham: You can't.
Meg: (on loud speaker) Get out of my house! Sarah: Say Fuck! Meg: (on loud speaker) FUCK! Sarah: Mum! "Get the fuck out of my house"! Meg: (on loud speaker) Get the FUCK out of my house!
Meg: It's disgusting how much I love you.
Burnham: I spent the last 12 years of my life building rooms like this specifically to keep out people like us
Sarah: (observing the Panic Room, with cameras and a steel door) My room! definitely my room!
(after being told about panic room) Meg: This whole thing makes me nervous. Lydia Lynch: Why? Meg: Ever read any Poe? Lydia Lynch: No, but I loved her last album!
Meg: Is that Morse Code? Sarah: No, SOS. Meg: Where did you learn that? Sarah: Titanic!
Burnham: This is what I do; if some idiot with a sledgehammer could break in do you really think I'd still have a job?
Burnham: Who are you? Raoul: I'm Raoul.
Stephen Altman: (to Meg) Please don't do anything stupid.
Junior: What the fuck is this? They're not supposed to be here!
(Meg to Stephen's girlfriend) Meg: Put him on the phone, bitch!
Junior: She's coming down to you! Burnham: Hey I told you, I don't hurt people.
Burnham: He's telling the truth. Raoul: Yeah, he's telling the truth... you know how I know? Cause when I do this... (Raoul points the gun at Burnham) Raoul: ... people don't lie.
Junior: Any other schoolyard bullshit you wanna settle, or can we get the fuck back to work? Raoul: Don't you take no tone with me jerk-wad, 'cause I'll shove it up your ass and snap it off. Junior: You know what? You're a bus-driver, *Raoul*! You live in Flatbush! So don't start spouting some Elmore Leonard bullshit you just heard because I saw that movie too.
(Meg smashes the house's security cameras with a sledgehammer) Raoul: Why the hell didn't we do that?
Sarah: Are you okay? Meg: Yeah. Sarah: Small space? Meg: I'm okay. Sarah: You can't wig out. Meg: I know. Sarah: I mean it. Meg: I won't. Sarah: You know, people never get buried alive anymore. I guess it used to happen all the time. Meg: Really? Sarah: Yeah, I read that. Meg: And when did this happen all the time? Sarah: 20, 30 years ago. Meg: What are they doing now? Sarah: I don't know.
Meg: Hey. Enough. Mind the pizza? Sarah: What do you mean? Meg: Our frist night. I should've thought of something special. Sarah: I like pizza. Sarah: Fuck him. Meg: Don't. Sarah: Fuck her, too. Meg: I agree. But don't
Junior: (looking through the medicine cabinet) How do you live in New York and not have a single percocet?
Junior: (after swallowing a bunch of pills) All she's got is Nyquill and fucking Midol!
Raoul: Say that shit about the money again, babycakes. Junior: When? B-b-b-before? Raoul: Yeah. B-b-b-b-b-b-before.
Raoul: (over P.A. system after having hand caught in the panic room door) (yells) You fucking bitch! You pull *any* shit like that again, I will fucking kill her! Do you hear me? If you step outside, I'll kill her! If I see a uniform inside this house, I'll cut her fucking throat! Do you understand?
Junior: Listen, goddamn it! I'm in charge here! Now what the hell is goin' on? (Junior watches Raoul and Burnham hooking up the propane tank to the air duct) Junior: Oh, this is good. This could work. I was just thinking we should do something like this!
Raoul: This kid has seen my face. Burnham: Yeah, well, that's not my problem. Raoul: Yeah it is. You're here with me. You're on the hook too. Raoul: (Raoul looks at Sarah) Do one. Same price for the rest. Burnham: Stay the fuck away from me.