Grosse Pointe Blank
Directed by George Armitage
Written by Tom Jankiewicz and D.V. DeVincentis & Steve Pink & John Cusack
Starring John Cusack, Joan Cusack, Minnie Driver, Alan Arkin, and Dan Aykroyd
"I thought it might be good for you. Open some new accounts, network, you know?"
"Don't tease me -- you know what I do for a living."
"Hey, mental telepathy, astral projection, you know?"
"Here you are. Right. What do you want?"
"That's what I'm talking about, kid. We could be working together again, for God's sake. You know, making big money, killing important people!"
"Hey, bing bing bing bing bang popcorn!""
"Don't hang up! Wait! Did you read yesterday's offer?"
"Hold on a minute."
"It's in French! It's a Greenpeace boat -- it'd be so easy!"
"No way! I have scruples."
"It's out of my hands. The gods want you to go back home and they want you to delete someone while you're there."
"Would you describe their position on this matter as inflexible?"
"I'm conflicted. I mean, I don't know if I really want to go. It's in Detroit, you know, and I grew up there, but I just honestly don't know what I have in common with those people anymore. Or with anyone, really. I mean they'll all have husbands and wives and children and houses and dogs, and, you know, they'll have made themselves a part of something and they can talk about what they do, and what am I going to say, 'I killed the President of Paraguay with a fork? How have you been?' I just think it would be depressing."
"So, what do we do, do we talk about dreams, or -- what's next, what's the score here?"
"Talk about dreams? We can talk about dreams. It's your nickel."
"Sure. I had another one about Debbie."
"That girl you're obsessed with?"
"Don't you think obsessed is a strong word?"
"Ah, recurring dreams of loss and pain, for ten years, featuring the same person, yeah, maybe that's ... a bit ... obsessive."
"Advice: should I go to the reunion?"
"Yes, yes, get out of town."
"Go see some old friends. Have some punch. Visit with what's-her-name."
"Debbie. Don't kill anybody for a few days, see what it feels like."
"Alright, I'll give it a shot."
"No, no, don't give it a shot. Don't shoot anything."
"Hey, I know everybody's coming back to take stock of their lives. You know what I say? Leave your livestock alone."
[sound of horn] "Ten years, man! Ten! Where have you been for ten years?!"
"I freaked out, joined the Army, went into business for myself. I'm a professional killer."
"Oh. Do you have to do post-graduate work for that, or can you jump right in? I'm curious about that."
"No, it's an open market."
"Open market. That's good. Wow. Ten years, man!"
"I visualized you in a haze, as one of those slackster flannel-wearing coffee-house misanthropes I've been seeing in Newsweek."
"No, no, no, I went the other road. Six figures, doing business with lead-pipe cruelty, mercenary sensibility, you know? Sport sex, no real relationships with anybody. How about you? How have the years been treating you?"
"Well, you know me, Martin, the same old sell-out, exploiting the oppressed."
"What have you been doing with your life?"
"Uuuuh, professional killer."
"Ah! Good for you. It's a growth industry."
"You're a handsome devil. What's your name?"
"You most have done some naughty sh*t there, pard, because there's a contract out on your life. Believe me, I was hired to kill you. But I'm not going to do it. Either because I'm in love with your daughter or I have a new-found respect for life."
"That punk is either in love with that guy's daughter or he has a new-found respect for life!"
"I was sitting there alone on prom night, in a God damned rented tuxedo, and the whole night flashed before my eyes, and I realized finally, and for the first time, that I wanted to kill somebody. So, I figured since I loved you so much, it'd be a good idea if I didn't see you anymore. They're right behind us. So, I was in the Gulf last year, I was doing this thing, anyway, I came up over this dune, and I saw the ocean, and it was on fire -- I mean the whole thing, it was beautiful. And I just sat down and I watched it burn. Then I got this sneaking dark suspicion that maybe there was meaning to life, you know, a point, like an organic connection between all living things, I don't know, a God, a Yahweh, a higher power, whatever you want to call it." [sound of gunshots]
"This union, is there going to be meetings?"
"No meetings." [sound of gunshots]