Cobb: You take it away... to show them what they had.
Cobb: Everyone has a box.
Bill: When I started to follow people, specific people, when I selected a person to follow, that's when the trouble started.
Bill: And when it stopped being random, that's when it started to go wrong.
Cobb: Just because you broke into people's homes doesn't mean you need to look like a fucking burglar.
Bill: So what's a girl like you... The Blonde: Doing in a place like this? Bill: ...doing with a bald old cunt like that?
[first lines] Bill: The following is my explanation. Well, more of an account of what happened. I'd been on my own for a while and getting kind of lonely... and bored... nothing to do all day. And that's when I started shadowing. The Policeman: Shado...
Bill: That's it, unless you have any questions.
Cobb: You're developing a taste for it - the violating, the voyeurism... it's definitely you.
Cobb: [finding a house key under its doormat] Bing-fucking-go.
[last lines] The Policeman: Is this your handwriting? Bill: Yes
The Blonde: They rifled through my underwear.
Bill: Jesus Christ! Do you think they believed you? Cobb: Of course they didn't fucking believe me!
Bill: Were you, uh, "working" for him at the time? The Blonde: That... is none of your business. [gets up to leave] The Blonde: I think you'd better find somebody else to start telling you little stories. Bill: Oh come on, I was just joking!
