Nuit de folie (1987)
Anthony Rapp: Daryl
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Quotes
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Chris : Hi. Um... My name is Chris Parker. I live in Oak Park. That's a suburb.
Brad : They probably figured that out. Ha.
Chris : This is Brad, Sara and Daryl. And we're in trouble.
Daryl : Ain't no doubt.
Chris : See, me and my boyfriend Mike, tonight's our anniversary. But then he went and cancelled. And now I'm stuck watching these three. And it's so hard...!
Albert Collins : And it's so hard!
Chris : Babysitting these guys.
Band : She's got the...
Chris : I got this call from Brenda. I went to pick her up. The tire had a blowout. And my mom's car got shot up.
Sarah : And these guys started to chase us.
Brad : And we all got hijacked. Ha!
Daryl : We're cruising down the highway.
Chris : In this big ol' Cadillac. And it's so hard!
Albert Collins : And it's so hard!
Chris : Babysitting these guys.
Albert Collins : She got the babysitting blues.
Band : Baby, baby. Babysitting blues.
Chris : I've got the babysitting blues.
Albert Collins : There's nights you swear you were born to lose. Like tonight. And you wish your feet were walking in someone else's shoes.
Chris : Some guys are out to get us.
Daryl : And Brenda's probably dead.
Brad : We ain't got a nickel.
Albert Collins : And they should be in bed! And you outta luck.
Chris : I got enough watching these guys. I've got the babysitting blues.
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Brad : [to Mike] You're such a loser!
[nearby Daryl sighs; remembering the incident with the street gang on the subway train earlier]
Daryl : Here we go again.
Brad : I can only dream about having somebody like Chris as a girlfriend, but you've got her, and you treat her like this?
Mike : Don't waste your time, half pint. Her legs are locked together at the knee.
Brad : [grabs him by the collar] I'd love to hit you. I'd love to pound on your face!
Mike : [taunting] Yeah? Go ahead.
Brad : But I won't. You're so slimy, I won't sink to your level.
Daryl : I will.
[Daryl kicks Mike]
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Daryl : The chick is losing it.
Chris : I am not!
Sarah : [to Daryl and Brad] You guys want some candy?
[Brad takes the chocolate bar from Sara. Chris turns and knocks the candy bar from his hands]
Chris : Brad, no chocolate! Your acne! Sara. It is time for your cough syrup. Daryl, fasten the seat belt!
Sarah : She's definitely losing it.
Chris : I am not losing anything, I am still in control here! Got it?
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Chris : Brad? Sarah? That's not your parents' car is it?
Sarah : Yes it is!
Brad : Oh my God it is!
Daryl : What are we going to do?
Chris : Everybody duck!
[the kids duck down and drive past the Andersons]
Mrs. Anderson : Look at that lunatic! You know, Brad and Sarah are going to be driving in a couple of years and they'll be sharing the road with people like that.
Chris : Brad, how fast do your parents drive?
Brad : I don't know... forty-five?
Chris : We'll go eighty.
[Accelerates]
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College Girl : I'm so lonely!
Daryl : How could a righteous babe like you be lonely?
College Girl : That's the sweetest thing anybody's ever said to me!
Daryl : Really?
College Girl : Wanna go to bed?
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Daryl : Don't touch it! It could get infected, Jesus! He could get anything - Tetanus, rabies, scabies, emphysema!
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Daryl : Brad, you wouldn't believe what that girl would do for twenty bucks!
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Nurse : Dr. Nuhkbane, the guy with the stab wounds just died.
Dr. Nuhkbane : Oh dear.
Chris : Oh, Doctor, we're looking for our friend.
Dr. Nuhkbane : Your friend? Which one is he?
Chris : Um, he's the one with the stab wounds.
Dr. Nuhkbane : Oh dear.
Chris : What?
Dr. Nuhkbane : I'm sorry. Your friend is dead.
Sarah : Dead?
Daryl : Dead?
Chris : Dead?
[Chris faints]
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Chris : What do you want?
John Pruitt : I just want to help you.
Daryl : Don't listen to him, he just wants to scrape our faces off.
John Pruitt : [referring to the hook on his right hand] What? You scared of this?
[laughs]
John Pruitt : You kids must be from the suburbs!
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Chris : Babysitting blues.
Sarah , Brad , Daryl : Baby, baby.
Chris : Babysitting blues.
Albert Collins : Now, there're nights
Chris : You swear you were born to lose. Yeah!
Albert Collins : Like tonight.
Chris , Albert Collins : And you wish your feet were walking in someone else's shoes.
Albert Collins : Some guys are out to get them. And the girls's probably dead. She ain't got a nickel.
Sarah , Brad , Daryl : And we should be in bed!
Albert Collins : You're outta luck.
Chris : I got enough watching these guys. I've got the babysitting blues.
Everybody : Baby, baby.
Chris : Babysitting blues.
Everybody : Baby, baby.
Chris : Babysitting blues.
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Daryl : Uh... Mr. Pruitt? How did you... you know... loose it?
John Pruitt : Loose what?
Daryl : Your hand. Your right hand. Was it in Nam?
John Pruitt : No, nothing like that. A few years ago I was changing tires on a big rig and the jack gave out. The truck's bumper landed here on my right hand and popped it. Just zipped it right off.
Daryl : What did they do with the hand? Did they bury it?
John Pruitt : Nah, I wouldn't let them. I kept it.
Daryl : You kept it?
John Pruitt : Yep. I got it right there in the glove compartment.
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John Pruitt : [opens the glove compartment] Look out, kids.
Daryl : [covers his eyes] Oh, God!
[inside the glove compartment, Pruitt uses his right hook to pull out a large revolver]
Daryl : [still covering his eyes] Is it a hand?
Brad : No.
Daryl : [uncovers his eyes] Oh, good.
Brad : It's a gun.
Daryl : [covers his eyes again] Oh, God!
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Daryl : What are you doing? I'm trying to get a date, you're cramping my style!
Chris : She's too old for you.
Teenage Runaway : Oh, and you're not.
Chris : Well I'm his babysitter.
Teenage Runaway : How old are you?
Chris : 17.
Teenage Runaway : Me too.
Chris : You're 17? What are you doing on the street?
Teenage Runaway : I ran away from home.
Chris : [remembering why they came into the city in the first place] BRENDA!
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Chris : He's with Sesame Plexer! Oooh! She's such a sleeze!
Daryl : He dumps you for some easy chick, and you get a night of hell. That doesn't seem very fair to me.
Chris : Excuse me, I'll be right back.
Daryl : This, I gotta see.
Mike : You know, Ses. Girls like you come along once in a lifetime.
Chris : Or twice in one night.
Mike : Oh wow.
Chris : How's your sister? Is she all better? You lied.
Mike : No, I didn't!
Chris : [Yelling] Don't lie!
Mike : Get a grip! Jesus!
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Daryl : Mike what?
Chris : Mike what what?
Daryl : Mike what what what are we talking about? What's his last name?
Chris : Toddwell. Are you writing a book?
Daryl : Mike Toddwell? Do you know him?
Brad : They go out.
Daryl : He's got a red Camaro, right?
Chris : Oh, gee, Daryl, are you a gear head and a sex fiend? Anyway, a lot of people have Camaros.
Daryl : Yeah, but do a lot of people have the license plate "So Cool"?
Chris : That's Mike.
Daryl : He's the guy who beat me up last summer for touching his car, which I didn't do.
Brad : That was him?
Daryl : That was him!
Chris : Mike wouldn't do that.
Daryl : Yes, he would!
Chris : He would not.
Daryl : Yes, he would. He did. He kicked my ass. Wanna see the footprint?
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John Pruitt : My wife called the cops, I got a little banged up.
Daryl : How's the car? Is the car alright?
John Pruitt : Yeah, the car's fine. I got it down at Dawson's Garage. I paid to fix the windshield, that was my fault, but Dawson's gonna make you pay for the tire.
Brad : How much?
John Pruitt : Fifty bucks.
Chris : [shocked] Fifty bucks?
John Pruitt : Yeah, fifty bucks!
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Daryl : Ya think?
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[Chris is driving into town in her mom's station wagon with Sarah, Brad and Darryl in tow; Sarah is in the front seat with Chris while Brad and Darryl are in the back]
Chris : [telling a scary story to Sarah] So, the babysitter goes upstairs and the sound keeps getting louder. Scrape, scrape, scrape! The babysitter stops at the kids' room. She reaches for the doorknob, her hand is trembling, her heart is beating fast. Sweat pours down her face. She opens the door, and the kids are safely in their beds.
[Sarah breathes a sigh of relief as Darryl pulls out a Playboy magazine from under his shirt and shows it to Brad; he opens it to a centerfold featuring a model who looks exactly like Chris]
Daryl : I'd like to be safely in her bed!
Chris : [peers over her shoulder] What're you guys doing back there?
Brad : [frantically taking the Playboy from Darryl] Uh, nothing, nothing. Nothing at all. Really.
[Brad rolls down the window and chucks the Playboy onto the freeway]
Daryl : That was my dad's, stupid!
Brad : [slugging Darryl] Well, you shouldn't have brought it along, stupid! God!
