Pitch Black (2000)

Radha Mitchell: Carolyn Fry

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• Johns : He just escaped from a maximum security prison.

  Fry : Should he just stay locked up forever?

  Johns : That would be my choice.

  Fry : Is he really that dangerous?

  Johns : Only around humans.

• 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.

• Fry : [trying to help Riddick get back to the skiff]  I said I'd die for them, not you. Come on!

• Riddick : [Fry is fighting with Riddick, who wants to leave Jack and Imam behind]  Would die for them?

  Fry : I would try for them!

  Riddick : You didn't answer me.

  Fry : Yes, Riddick. I would. I would die for them.

  Riddick : [pulling off goggles]  How interesting.

• Fry : You're fucking with me, I know you are.

  Riddick : You know I am? You don't know anything about me. I will leave you here.

• 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.

• 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?

• 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.

• 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.

• Fry : You're dancing on razor blades here.