Mean Creek (2004)
Carly Schroeder: Millie
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Quotes
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George : [upon learning why the others brought him to the lake] You're a fuckin' lying son of a bitch, Sam! All right? And I hope you fuckin' go to hell.
Millie : Don't make things worse, George...
George : Shut the fuck up, Millie, you fucking stupid JAP cunt.
Clyde : Sit down, George, you're out of control.
George : Shut the fuck up, Clyde! You faggot! Fucking skinny butt-munching faggot. I hate you! You know that? I really do. 'Cause all you do is fuckin' prance around school talkin' about your fuckin' faggoty fairy fathers. I'll tell you what! I don't wanna hear about your fuckin' fathers and how their assholes work, all right? It makes me sick! And I - I - I fuckin' hope they fuckin' die of fag disease! Yeah.
[pause]
George : And, and speaking of... dead... fathers... I just remembered why bonehead white-trash fuckin' donkey-dick Marty got so fuckin' freaked when I started talkin' about his "daddy." His Neanderthal, drunk dad put a gun in his mouth and splattered his brains all over the wall.
[pause]
George : You know, I almost forgot that my mom told me that. She said, "His daddy splattered his brains all over the wall." I thought it was sad at first, but now? I like it.
[chanting]
George : His daddy splattered his brains. All over the wall. His daddy splattered his brains. All over the wall!...
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Millie : [to Sam] If you could snap your fingers right now and he would drop dead in his tracks, would you do it?
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Millie : Sam, what's going on here with George?
Sam : Oh, it's nothing bad. It's just a joke.
Millie : What kind of joke?
Sam : Well, we are planning on stripping him, throwing him in the river, and then we are gonna make him run home naked. We have a plan and it involves a dare.
Millie : A dare?
Sam : Yeah. See, the only reason I didn't tell you before...
[Sam gets interrupted by Millie]
Millie : Who said I wanted to be a part of this?
Sam : What about this?
[Sam snaps his fingers]
Millie : What's that?
Sam : If you could snap your fingers right now, and he would drop dead in his tracks, would you do it?
Millie : It's totally mean, Sam.
Sam : He's mean.
Millie : He's a stupid fat kid. He's got problems, but he's obviously... Promise me you won't do anything to him.
Sam : It's not just me.
Millie : Promise me or I go back to the car.
Sam : All right, I promise. I'll tell Rocky.
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Millie : I don't wanna be here!
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Millie : We can never be forgiven for what we did.
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Marty : Hey, you guys ever hear when Rocky and I were kicking out here? We got some poison oak on our hands.
Rocky : This is a disgusting story.
Marty : Anyway, so we're out here and we got some poison oak on our hands. With all the beers we were drinkin' naturally we had to take a piss. Now I don't know if you're hip, Millie, but when a guy pisses he has to hold his pisser in his hands like so.
[Marty turns around to face Millie and uses both hands to hold a huge imaginary penis]
Millie : Thanks, Marty.
Marty : No, I'm not finished yet. Next morning when we woke up we both had totally chapped rashin' nuts!
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Clyde : If anything, it's a beautiful day.
George : It smells like cherry blossoms.
Millie : How do you know what cherry blossoms smell like?
George : I know what they smell like!
Rocky : Does anybody really know what a cherry blossom is?
George : Duh, it's a blossom on a cherry.
Rocky : I don't know. I thought it was a blossom all on it's own. What do you think, Marty?
Marty : I think I'm bored as fuck.
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Marty : What do you guys say we play some Truth or Dare?
George : Yeah. Yeah, I love that game.
Marty : Okay, let's do it.
Millie : No, let's not. People's feelings always end up hurt when we play this game.
Sam : Yeah, she's right.
George : God, Sam and Millie are a couple of little wet pussies, aren't they?
Marty : Clyde, do you wanna start?
Clyde : I dunno. I'm kind of with Sam and Millie on this one.
George : [pointing with his finger] Pussy number one, pussy number two, pussy number three.
Millie : Go ahead, Clyde. Start the game.
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Millie : Oh shit. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Wake up. Wake up! Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up! God, wake up!