Pitch Black (2000)
Radha Mitchell: Carolyn Fry
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Quotes
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Carolyn Fry : How much do you weigh, Johns?
William J. Johns : What's it matter, Carolyn?
Carolyn Fry : How much?
William J. Johns : Around 79 kilos, to be exact.
Carolyn Fry : 'Cause you're 79 kilos of gutless white meat, and that's why you can't think of a better plan.
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Fry : [trying to help Riddick get back to the skiff] I said I'd die for them, not you. Come on!
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Fry : You're not a cop, are you?
Johns : Never said I was.
Fry : No, you didn't. You never said you were a hype, either.
Johns : You have a little caffeine in the morning; I have a little morphine. So what?
Fry : [looking at shotgun shells with morphine in them, sees all have two vials inside the shell] Here, you got two mornings everyday. Wow, you're just born lucky.
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Johns : [Fry is looking for Zeke's body based on Riddick's claim that he had nothing to do with his demise] Let me tell you what I think happened. I think he went off on the guy and buried him in the hill somewhere, and now he's got you believing there's something else out there.
Fry : Well, let's just be sure.
Johns : Murders aside, Riddick belongs in the asshole hall of fame. He loves to jaw-jack and he loves to make you feel afraid because that's all he has, and you're playing right into it.
Fry : I don't know why I'm trying to explain this to you, Johns. You're a cop. For God's sake, we couldn't find his body.
Johns : Look, being ballsy with your life doesn't change what came before. It's just stupid.
Fry : What? You think I'm trying to prove something?
Johns : Well, are you?
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Fry : [the plan to go for the escape vehicle has turned into a debacle] Can we just go back to the ship?
Johns : I don't know, Carolyn. Nice breeze; wide-open space. I'm startin' to enjoy my fucking self out here.
Fry : What? Are you high again? Just listen to yourself, Johns.
Johns : No, no. You're right, Carolyn. What's to be afraid of? My life's just a steaming pile of meaningless shit anyhow. So I say mush on. The canyon's only a couple of hundred meters, and after that it's skiff city, so why don't you butch up, stuff a cork in this fucking kid, and let's go.
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William J. Johns : Why don't you just shut up and let me figure out a plan that doesn't involve mass suicide!
[neither Johns nor Fry says anything for a minute]
Fry : I'm waiting.
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Fry : You're dancing on razor blades here.