Grosse Pointe Blank (1997)

Joan Cusack: Marcella

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• Marty : Why are you so interested in me going to my high school reunion?

  Marcella : I just find it amusing that you came from somewhere.

• Marcella : Sir, they're very unhappy.

  Martin Q. Blank : I'm very unhappy.

  Marcella : It was supposed to look like a heart attack! He was supposed to die in his sleep!

  Martin Q. Blank : Well, he moved.

• Marcella : Sir, I'm really beginning to worry about your safety.

  Marty : Look, I got to go.

  Marcella : Yeah, we all got to go sometime, sir, but we can choose when.

  Marty : No one chooses when.

• Marcella : [Marcella dances around the office, pouring gasoline all over everything, pounding on computers with a hammer, throwing bits of equipment across the room, all the while humming cheerfully to herself. The phone rings] 

  Marcella : Hello?

  Marty : Are we out of business yet?

  Marcella : [sing-song]  I am taking down the office now.

• Marcella : You can take care of business and stop by Grosse Pointe for your reunion...

  Marty : Look, Sergeant Pepper, I really need you to shut up about that.

  Marcella : Sir, it's out of my hands. The gods want you to go back home and they want you to delete someone while you're there.

• Marcella : Don't hang up! Wait! Did ya' read yesterday's offer?

  Marty : Hold on a minute.

  Marcella : It's in French. It's a Greenpeace boat. It'd be so easy.

  Marty : No way! I have scruples.

• Marcella : You know, when you started getting invited to your ten-year high school reunion, time is catching up.

  Martin Q. Blank : Are you talking about a sense of my own mortality or a fear of death?

  Marcella : Well, I never really thought about it quite like that.

  Martin Q. Blank : Did you go to yours?

  Marcella : Yes, I did. It was just as if everyone had swelled.

• Marcella : [Carrying on multiple conversations over the phone]  Okay, got it.

  Marty : Bye bye

  [hangs up] 

  Marcella : Amelia?

  [the other line beeps] 

  Marcella : Wait, hold on a second.

  [switches to the other line] 

  Marcella : Pacific Trident Global. Janice?... Yeah, where the fuck is it? I ordered it three days ago... No, that doesn't work. That's, that's not right. Let me go over it again, alright? Let's see: 3,000 rounds of 9mm sub-sonic. You had that. I gave that to you on the fucking list!... Well I don't give a god damn where it is, you get it here now!

  [hangs up] 

  Marcella : Amelia? I'm sorry... Yeah, no... No, I, it's not going to be a boring soup! It just, that's just the base! You put the chicken in, you gotta add other flavors. Carrots and celery are just a base of a soup!

• Marcella : As a graduate of the class of 1986, you are someone special. Remember, there's nowhere you can go that you haven't learned how to go in time. Whatever the hell that means.

• Marcella : I'm getting a black cat, Friday-the-13th kind of feeling about this one.

• Marty : Look, I have to go.

  Marcella : Yeah, we all have to go sometime, sir, but we can choose when.

  Marty : No one chooses when.

• Marcella : So, you're gonna get out of there, right? I mean, that's not right. Right? You gotta get out of there, right? You're on a flight tonight, right?

• Marcella : We've got Steven Lardner, a.k.a. Steve, and Kenneth McCullers, no pseudonym. Steve was a red-shirt tailback from Ohio State. McCullers, all-American wrestler from Northwestern, MBA from the same.

  Marty : What are they doing here?

  Marcella : Well, they're domestic covert operatives for the NSA, up there as part of a new get-tough-on-terror campaign. They're looking for an Oswald, a patsy to take the fall.