Treed Murray (2001)
Carter Hayden: KC
Quotes
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Murray : Not that it's any of my business, or anything, but... Who made you the boss, Shark? Huh? I mean, how does one come to lead a half-assed punk gang? Is it a credit/point system, or something? Or were you elected by a body of your peers? Or... Hey! Maybe it's a system of birth-right! Was your daddy a Shark, too?
KC : Why don't you shut the fuck up! You don't know nothin', you whitebread country club prick!
Murray : [flicks a lit match at him] I'm not talking to you, dipshit.
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Murray : Don't you think it'd be just a little safer if you just let mommy and daddy pay for a little analysis instead of acting out your rampant, testosterone-driven blood lust?
KC : Man, fuck off!
Murray : They're gonna kick your lights out, you know... Maybe you'd better run home, back to your videogames, your computer chat-rooms and your microwavable cuisine.
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Murray : You think you're in charge? You think you're just gonna walk away? Well, fuck you, Sharkly! How long before someone comes through here, huh? I mean, we're not on a desert island, right? I say dawn, seven a.m. at the latest, there'll be joggers. It's a park. It's a public fucking park! I'm gonna hunt you down, you little psycho. You and your whole Manson family: Kelly, Dwayne, K fucking C! Oh yeah. I haven't just been sitting up here, jerking off. How long do you think it's gonna take the police to track down that group of names, huh? Just with that stupid fucking nickname, Shark. How many high schools need to be checked, how many police records?
Kelly : [scared] I knew it. Fuck.
KC : Shark?
Murray : [yells louder and louder as the scene goes on] Let her go, bat-boy, it doesn't matter, now. You had your chance. But you're all fucked now! Each one of you! You hear me, Shark? You're gonna lose! I'll tell you something about people like me: people like me win! You hear me?
[at the top of his lungs]
Murray : I'm gonna fuck you, but good! So come and get it!
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KC : [to Shark] What the fuck is wrong with you? Don't you remember? I watched your back. I saved your ass. Me! I'm the one who's down! I'm fucking down! You liar!
Murray : You'd know all about lies, wouldn't you, chump? With your phoney South-Side-Projects accent and your well-rehearsed Homeboy posture. Your prewashed hoodie and your warehouse outlet sneakers. It's all a lie, isn't it? You slipped when you nailed my briefcase as a Ferocco. It's very uptown.
KC : Fuck you!
Murray : Yep! You're the pretender. Naughty little rich boy, slummin' it with a real down and dirty crowd. A wannabe!
KC : You don't know what the fuck... You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, so just shut the fuck up!
Murray : I know what I'm talking about, all right. I know you better than you know yourself. I can see right into you because I made you. I dressed you. You reek of every billboard, every magazine cover, every commercial I put out over the last two years. You're a perfect demographic fit. You know, mid-teen, male, upper-middle income, bored, hip-hop listening, underage drinking, pathologically masturbating little consumer. Am I wrong, Shark? Hmm? Ever been to his house? Bet you haven't. No, the ever-enthusiastic KC just kind of shows up from time to time, huh?
