You Can Count on Me (2000) Quotes » Page 2 (Movie)

Sammy: I could use a beer.
Brian: I could use a tranquilizer.

Sammy: So, how was school today?
Rudy: Stupid.

Rudy: Why are you smoking?
Terry: Um, because it's bad, don't ever do it.

Sammy: (whispering) Terry, I fucked my boss.
Terry: What?
Sammy: And his wife is six months pregnant...
Terry: Jesus Christ, Sammy!
Sammy: (shamefully) I know... I know...

Terry: Put on your seat belt.
Rudy: It pushes on my neck.
Terry: What?
Rudy: It pushes on my neck, it's uncomfortable.
Terry: Well, when someone slams into us and you go sailing through the windshield, that's liable to be uncomfortable, too. Now, put on a seat belt.

Rudy: Who are you talking about?
Terry: Some wild kids we used to know.
Rudy: Were you a wild kid?
Terry: Not as wild as your mom.
Rudy: Yeah, right...
Terry: Oh, you don't believe me?
Rudy: No.
Terry: Ask her.
Rudy: Mom, were you?
Sammy: (long pause) No comment.

Terry: (as they get in the car) Where are we going?
Sammy: To pick up Rudy.
Terry: What, do you not even want me to come visit now?
Sammy: Of course I want you to visit, you idiot! I've been looking forward to seeing you from the moment I got your letter, I told everyone in town that you were coming home, I cleaned the whole *fucking* house just so it would look nice for you! I had no idea you were just broke again! I wish you'd just send me an invoice!

Terry: Yeah, this is the haute cuisine of garments.

Terry: You mind if I ask you a personal question?
Rudy: I don't know.
Terry: Do you like it here, I mean in Scottsville?
Rudy: Yeah.
Terry: Why?
Rudy: I don't know, my friends are here, I like the scenery... I don't know.
Terry: I know, I know, it's just so... there's nothing to do here.
Rudy: Yes, there is.
Terry: No, there isn't, man. It's narrow. It's dull. It's a dull, narrow town full of dull, narrow people who don't know anything except what things are like right around here. They have no perspective whatsoever, no scope. They might as well be living in the 19th century 'cause they have no idea what's going on, and if you try and tell 'em that they wanna fucking kill you.
Rudy: What are you talking about?
Terry: I have no idea... you're a good kid.

Sammy: (picks up phone) Hello?
Brian: Yeah, it's Brian.
Sammy: Brian!
Brian: What the hell happened to you today, lady?
Sammy: (rolls eyes and hangs up)
Sammy: (phone rings again) Hello...
Brian: You're fired!
Sammy: Good!
(slams phone down)

Rudy: (as Terry is packing up) Where are you going?
Terry: I don't know. I just want to get out of this town. And if you've got any sense when you get old enough you'll get out of here too. Your Mom's gonna live in this town for the rest of her life, and you know why? Because she thinks she has to. Don't ask me why, but that's the truth. She thinks there's all these things she has to do, but you want to know one thing about your Mom? She's a bigger fuck-up than I ever was. I mean, I know I messed up. You think I enjoy getting thrown in jail because I wanted you to face that prick your Dad like a little man and see what kind of a guy he is? I know I got a little carried away, and I lost my temper just a little bit - which is not the end of the world either, by the way, just for future reference - And now she's kickin' me out of my own house because - you know, because I fucked up a little bit. Which I totally admit. I was like - totally ready to admit that.

Sammy: I could use a beer.
Brian: I could use a tranquilizer.

Terry: Where were you?
Sammy: Nowhere. I had dinner with my boss.
Terry: Kind of a late dinner, ain't it?
Sammy: Yeah. How was Rudy?
Terry: Fine. He's asleep.
Sammy: Did the plumber come?
Terry: Yeah, the fucking plumber came!
Sammy: Terry, just give me a break!
Terry: What's the matter with you?
Sammy: Nothing, I'm just tired.
Terry: Wanna smoke some pot?
Sammy: No I don't... why, you got some?

Terry: (as they get in the car) Where are we going?
Sammy: To pick up Rudy.
Terry: What, do you not even want me to come visit now?
Sammy: Of course I want you to visit, you idiot! I've been looking forward to seeing you from the moment I got your letter, I told everyone in town that you were coming home, I cleaned the whole *fucking* house just so it would look nice for you! I had no idea you were just broke again! I wish you'd just send me an invoice!

Terry: So how are ya?
Sammy: I'm fine, Terry.
Terry: So um... um, how's Rudy?
Sammy: We're fine, Terry.
(beat)
Sammy: How are you?
Terry: Uhhh, yeaahhh...