SECRET WINDOW -- QUOTES
Mort: The only thing that matters is the ending. It's the most important part of the story. And this one, is very good. This one is perfect.
Mort: I'm in the middle of a divorce. D-I-V-O-R-C-E. DEEE-VORCE!
[Ted punches his car window]
Mort: Bummer, Ted.
Mort: [staring at computer screen] This is just bad writing.
Mort: [to Tedd] I don't respond well to intimidation. Makes me feel icky.
John Shooter: Are you all right, Mr. Rainy? It sounded like you pitched a fit or something in
there.
Mort: I'm just peachy, Mr. Shooter. How are you?
John Shooter: [Mort tries to hit Shooter with a shovel, but Shooter uses it to push Mort up against a wall] Do you wanna wake up from one o' your stupid naps 'n find Amy nailed to yer garbage bin? Or turn on the radio one mornin' and find out that she came off secon' best in a match with the chainsaw you keep out 'n the shed? Do ya?
John Shooter: [Mort finds Shooter at the end of a path] You read it?
Mort: I did.
John Shooter: I imagine it rang a bell, didn't it?
Mort: Oh, it certainly did. When'd you write it?
John Shooter: I thought you'd ask that.
Mort: Well, sure. I mean, that's the whole point, isn't it? When two writers show up
with the same story, it's all about who wrote the words first. Wouldn't you say
that's true?
John Shooter: I suppose I would. I suppose that's also why I came all the way up here from
Miss'ippi.
Mort: [Mort is trying to write, but nothing comes to him; he looks at Chico] I'm open to suggestions.
Amy: Will you call me if you need anything?
Mort: I doubt it.
Mort: [voiceover] Turn around. Turn around. Turn the car around and get the hell out of here. Right now. Don't go back. Do not go back there.
Ken Karsch: [about Mort's divorce] What happened? You finally bang one of your groupies? Omaha Barnes & Noble?
[laughs, but Mort has a serious look on his face]
Ken Karsch: I'm sorry. Rotten profession.
Ken Karsch: [about Ted] Did you do anything to piss him off?
Mort: [has flashback of him screaming at Ted] I might've.
Juliet Stoker: You look pale.
Mort: Yeah, thank you.
Juliet Stoker: [as Mort leaves] And so cute...
Mort: I don't wanna call her. I want to go to sleep. I want to take a nap. Okay. No
nap. I give her a call about the magazine. I go write some crap for a couple of
hours and then I get to take a nap, right? Chico!
[Chico leaves the house]
Mort: [beating his neck] Chi-i-i-i-co-o-o-o, don't be disco-o-o-oura-a-a-aged. All right, go ahead and be
discouraged, you blind bastard, see if I care.
[Mort thinks Shooter is in his bathroom and attacks with a fireplace poker]
Mort: I killed a mirror.
:Mort: ...And my shower door.
Ted: Maybe I should take a walk around the block.
Amy: Yes, that'd be good.
Mort: Aw heck, Ted, live a little - make it two. [as Ted leaves] Rubbernecker.
John Shooter: Thought you didn't smoke.
Mort: I took it up recently for my health.
Mort: This is not my beautiful house. This is not my beautiful wife. Anymore.
Ted: You and I are going to have a little talk.
Mort: Oh, I'm in trouble.
Mort: [after talking to Shooter, he lays back down on the couch] Now where was I?
Ken Karsch: No monsters up here.
Mort: [holding a rowing oar] Did you check under my bed?
Ken Karsch: Yeah, even in your toy chest.
Mort: [talking to Amy on the phone] It's a beautiful house. I like it. Hell, I love it. That's why I bought it.
Mort: "I know I can do it," Todd Downey said, helping himself to another ear of corn from the steaming bowl. "I'm sure that in time, every bit of her will be gone and her death will be a mystery... even to me."
