The Final

Emily:
This lesson, you will not learn in school.

Dane:
Ask yourself one question... what did I do to get here?

Dane:
We are the rejected, the humiliated, we are the outcasts.

Jack:
There are more like us out there.

Andy:
I think I know what hell is. Hell is waking up everyday believing that the suffering you're doing in life has meaning. That, somehow, if you endure it, you gain valuable lessons. The truth is, sometimes you just suffer. There is no meaning.

Emily:
[Removes her mask] Now I'm Emily.

Dane:
Do you know why I'm going to hurt you? [grips Brad's face] "Because you can't stop me!" Remember that, Brad?

Bradley:
Please don't cut off my fingers. Please don't cut off my fingers. Please don't cut off my fingers!

Bridget:
[while Emily spreads a substance on Heather's face] What are you doing to her?

Dane:
It's a special compound we made up. At first, she won't feel anything but a cold sensation, then a slight tingle, then a mild burn. Soon enough, it will begin to eat away at her flesh, dissolving it ever so slowly, in the most painful way imaginable, and she will become outside what she is on the inside: disgusting.

Andy:
Do you think we'll go to hell?

Order Taker:
[First lines] What can I get for ya?

Bridget:
Just a burger and a drink, please.

Order Taker:
How do you want that burger done? [looks at Bridget for the first time]

Bridget:
[softly] It doesn't matter.

Order Taker:
Okay; that'll be... [clears throat] four bucks. [looks at Bridget, who then gives her money with a hand with severed fingers] You want that for here?

Bridget:
[softly] No.

Order Taker:
[calm] Okay, we'll bring that right out to ya. [Bridget slowly turns and walks away with hands in her sweatshirt pockets, the cook and order taker staring at her and goes to sit, country-like music playing. People stare at her]

Boy in restaurant:
[staring from seat] Mommy, why does that girl's face look like that?

Mother in restaurant:
[turns to boy] Eat your food, honey.

Boy in restaurant:
Did she get into an accident? [looks to his mother for confirmation]

Mother in restaurant:
Yes. Eat your food. [eyes are shown staring at Bridget and her face is shown for the first time. She flips over the table]

Bridget:
[screams hysterical] Stop looking at me! Stop looking at me! [voice breaks and everyone in the restaurant is looking and listening to her] I know what I look like. [crying] You think I chose to look like this; you think I chose this? [runs sobbing; movie title appears]