Mystic River

Jimmy:
We bury our sins here, Dave. We wash them clean.

Brendan Harris:
I know you can talk, so say you love me!

Brendan Harris:
I know you can speak. So say it, say you love me.

Brendan Harris:
Don't look at him, look at me say it say you love me!

Brendan Harris:
My brother does nothing without you, huh!

John O'Shea:
No, please stop!

Brendan Harris:
I'm comin' back!

Brendan Harris:
You love me so much you gotta kill my f***ing girlfriend, huh? Speak you f***in' freak, or I will you f***ing kill you! Katie.Say it! Say it or you die!

Annabeth Markum:
Celeste called looking for you. She was worried something might happen. She told me about Dave. Told me what she told you. What kind of wive says those things about her husband? And why'd she run to you?

Jimmy Markum:
Why did not you call?

Annabeth Markum:
Because it's like I told the girls. Their daddy is a king. And a king knows what to do and does it.

Jimmy Markum:
This part... you do alone.

Jimmy:
You do death alone, but I coulda helped her with the dyin' part.

Brendan Harris:
Do you love me Ray? Do you love me enough to kill my f***ing girlfriend?

Dave:
I'm walking to my car, and this guy comes up to me. Asks for a light. I say I don't smoke. He says neither does he. So then my heart starts clocking a buck fifty, 'cause there's no one else here except me and him. So then he pulls the knife on me. Says, 'Your wallet or your life, b*tch. I'm leaving with one of them'. So I try to brush past him, and that's when he slices me.

Celeste Boyle:
I thought you said you swung at him.

Dave:
Can I tell the f***ing story?

Dave Boyle:
Maybe some day you forget what it's like to be human and maybe then, it's ok.

Jimmy Markum:
And it's really starting to piss me off, Dave! She's my own little daughter, and I can't even cry for her!

Dave Boyle:
Jimmy, you're crying now.

Sean Devine:
So Jimmy, when was the last time you saw Dave?

Jimmy Markum:
The last time I saw Dave...

Sean Devine:
Yeah, Dave Boyle.

Jimmy Markum:
Dave Boyle...

Sean Devine:
Yeah Jimmy, Dave Boyle.

Jimmy Markum:
That was twenty-five years ago, going up this street, in the back of that car.

Sean Devine:
Do you remember the man's name?

Liquor Store Owner:
Do I look senile to you?

Jimmy Markum:
I know in my soul I contributed to your death.

Whitey Powers:
The girl just wants to bed you; she don't wanna wed you. You don't even blink? She wants to worship at the temple of Sean Devine.

Jimmy Markum:
Is that my daughter in there?

Jimmy Markum:
They put her in a bag.

Theo:
What's that?

Jimmy Markum:
That's what Katie looked like when I saw her in the morgue. Like they put her in a bag and then they beat the bag with pipes. Janie died in her sleep, all due respect, but there you go. She went to sleep, she never woke up. Peaceful.

Theo:
You don't need to talk about Janie.

Jimmy Markum:
My daughter was murdered. They put a gun to her. As we stand here, she's on an autopsy slab getting cut open by scalpels and chest spreaders, and you're talking to me about domestic f***ing responsibility? Good to see you, Theo.

Jimmy Markum:
Admit what you did.

Sean Devine:
Sometimes I think, I think all three of us got in that car...

Jimmy Markum:
Shut up! It's MY daughter! So shut up!

Dave Boyle:
Hey, you think I can get that Sprite, Sean?

Sean Devine:
Sure.

Dave Boyle:
Oh, I get it. You're the good cop. How about a meatball sub while you're at it?

Sean Devine:
I ain't you're b*tch, Dave. Looks like you're going to have to wait.

Dave Boyle:
Yeah, but you're someone's b*tch, aren't you, Sean?

Sean Devine:
What the f*** am I gonna to tell him? "Hey, Jimmy. God said you owed another marker. He came to collect."

Celeste Boyle:
He's been acting kind of nuts lately. I'm almost afraid of him. Do you know something?

Jimmy Markum:
I know he was taken in by the cops this morning. I know he saw Katie the night she was murdered. Didn't tell me about it until after the cops questioned him. And I know he's got a hand that looks like it's been punching a f***ing wall. Is there anything else I should know?