The Mexican (2001)
Julia Roberts: Samantha Barzel
Leroy : I have to ask you a question... and it's an important one so, I want you to think about the answer before you give it to me. Okay?
Samantha : Okay
Leroy : When two people love each other - Really... Love each other - but they just can't get it together, when do you get to that point where enough is enough?
Samantha : [mouth agape, stunned look, realizing he's talking about her] Tha?... oh, well... that's... you know... um... you know it's Over when... okay, I have, like, these psychosomatic, insomniatic manifestations of... uh, well here's the thing about me: I'm a product of my emotions, versus being a product of my environment, like HIM, which he is, exactly, just THAT, environmental... uh uh I need sunshine to grow; that's who I am, and uh with the projection of the... I have goals
[pause, smiles, nods to indicate she's done]
Leroy : That's your answer?
Samantha : Yah
Leroy : That's not right. I mean, there's a right answer here, but that's not it
Samantha : [exhales sharply]
Leroy : Look, in my business you're surrounded by loneliness, and finality. Now I don't care what your take is on an afterlife, when people die, it's scary. And they go alone. Now the people that I send off, that have experienced love, they're a little less scared. I mean they're still scared, but there's... a calmness to 'em, and I think that comes from the knowledge that somebody, somewhere loved 'em, and cared for 'em, and will miss 'em. Now I see that from time to time, and I am awed by it. I don't think I'd be telling you any of this if it wasn't for Frank. Anyway, it's a loaded question. Look, when two people love each other - Totally, TRUTHfully, all the way Love each other - the answer to that question is simple, especially in your case. When do you get to that point where enough is enough? Never... Never
Leroy : I know we're all a little grouchy right now. We'll get something to eat, you'll get the pistol and then we'll go our separate ways.
Samantha : Really separate ways.
Jerry : Don't start, Sam.
Samantha : Shut up. I'll start because I have the right...
Jerry : Why do you do that? Do not tell me to shut up. We had an agreement, remember?
Samantha : Shut up.
Leroy : Why don't we all shut up a bit?
Jerry : I swear to God, I will crash this fucking car right now.
Leroy : Jerry, don't do that.
Jerry : I will. One more word out of you. Another word, Sam. One more word. I swear to fucking God.
Samantha : Naugahyde.
Jerry : All right.
Samantha : You have managed to Forrest Gump your way through this.
Samantha : What was that?
Leroy : What?
Samantha : That (points eyes to the right) moment?
Leroy : "What? What moment...?
Samantha : ...Are you gay?
Leroy : As in happy?
Samantha : As in homosexual...?
Leroy : What does my sexuality have anything to do with this?
Samantha : You just checked that guy out and had a 'moment'!
Samantha : Do you have any idea what I have been through these last few days?
Jerry : Oh, Sam, whatever you've been through multiply that by 1000 and you'll have a vague conception of where I'm at.
Samantha : Oh! Oh, isn't that typical, Jerry? It's all a competition. Tit for tat, tat for tit.
Jerry : Stop yelling, for Christ sake! Listen, how are you? Are you ok? Are you all right? Where are you?
Samantha : Toluca airport, Jerry. And things are shitty, really shitty!
Samantha : I am a hostage? This is so Jerry.
Samantha : Oh, NOW! you're BLAMESHIFTING!
Samantha : All right. Jerry, I want you to acknowledge that my needs means nothing to you and you're a selfish prick and a liar.
Jerry : Oh, my God!
Samantha : Jerry, acknowledge.
Jerry : I... Ok. I will acknowledge that I promised to go to Vegas with you. But now we're just slightly delayed. If you want to construe my wanting to stay alive as being selfish, well, then okay. But I have every intention of going with you because your needs are very important to me, sweetheart. Come on. Look at my all my stuff here, all over the pavement. Come on, baby? Huh? What do you say? Ok?
Samantha : I'm going with or without you, Jerry. What's it gonna be? A bastard!
Jerry : A bastard. What happened to, uh, "sweetheart" and "big love" and all those things you called me in the bedroom last night?
Samantha : The only thing I'm interested in calling you, Jerry, is a cab!
Samantha : By the grace of God or I don't know what honey you have managed to Forrest Gump your way through this. If we run now, we're going to be running the rest of our lives.
Samantha : Real emotion transcends language Jerry. You don't have to understand their words to feel their pain.
Samantha : I'm sensing you have trust issues.
Samantha : You know, you're very sensitive for a cold blooded killer.