Cruel Intentions (1999)

Joshua Jackson: Blaine Tuttle

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• [on Greg being gay] 

  Blaine Tuttle : He used to sneak into my dorm room drunk every night. We'd go at it for a little while, and then, as soon as he'd come, he'd start freaking out. "What are you doing, man? I'm not a fag. If you tell anybody, I'm gonna kick your ass!" God. The only reason I let him keep up the charade is because the man's got a mouth like a HOOVER, Ooooof!

• Sebastian : Well... it's too bad that Greg's in Kansas this summer.

  Blaine Tuttle : Not any more. Football practice just started last week. He's back in the dorms.

  Sebastian : Do you think you can arrange a little pillow-kissing session with him?

  Blaine Tuttle : I do belive that Sparticus is playing on TV tonight.

• Blaine Tuttle : Now, just think for a minute. This girl... Annette Hargrove, she said someone wrote her a letter explaining all about you. Where did you say she was from?

  Sebastian : Kansas. Who the hell do I know in Kansas?

  Blaine Tuttle : Greg McConnell.

  Sebastian : The football stud?

  Blaine Tuttle : Mm hm. He's from Kansas City. I wouldn't be surprised if he was your rat.

  Sebastian : It would make sense... McConnell hates me. I fingered his girlfriend at Homecoming last year.

  Blaine Tuttle : I... don't think that bothered him so much.

  Sebastian : What do you mean?

  Blaine Tuttle : Well, let's just say that Greg likes to tackle the tight ends both on AND off the field.

  Sebastian : Oh, are you shitting me?

  Blaine Tuttle : I shit you not. He used to sneak into my dorm room, drunk, every month. We'd go at it for a little while, and then as soon as he'd come, he'd start freaking out: "Oh, what are you doing, man? I'm not a fag! If you tell anybody I'm gonna kick your ass!" Gah. The only reason I let him keep up this charade is cause the man's got a mouth like a Hoover. Ooof!

• Sebastian : Unbelievable! Some fag, no offense...

  Blaine : None taken.

  Sebastian : Wrote a letter to this chick describing my lascivious tactics.

  Blaine : Any ideas who it could be?

  Sebastian : Blaine, if I knew who it was, that person would be in a momentous amount of pain!

• [Sebastian has just caught Greg in bed with Blaine] 

  Greg McConnell : This could ruin my career, man...

  Sebastian : Your career? Greg, think about your family. Can you imagine the pain and humiliation your father is going to feel when he finds out that his pride and joy is a fudge-packer?

  Greg McConnell : Valmont, please! Let's just forget about this...

  Sebastian : [Pretends to ponder for a beat]  No. Sorry... can't help you there. After all, it is you who's been bad-mouthing me to Annette Hargrove.

  Greg McConnell : [Panicking]  Annette Hargrove? I don't know what you're talking about!

  Sebastian : I'm talking about a letter you wrote some time ago to your old girlfriend, Annette Hargrove, telling her all about me and my sordid secrets. You're the only one who knows her. The truth will save you.

  Greg McConnell : I never said a word to her about you! I promise!

  Sebastian : Yeah, right.

  Blaine : Come to think of it, Valmont, he is probably telling you the truth. The man can barely write out a shopping list, let alone a letter. What was I thinking!

• Greg McConnell : [Sebastian walks in on Blaine and Greg fooling around]  Shit! Give me my fucking underwear!

  Blaine Tuttle : All right! Don't get so huffy!