Romancing the Stone

Grogan: What's it gonna be, Angelina? Joan Wilder: [voiceover narration] It was Grogan: the filthiest, dirtiest, dumbest excuse for a man west of the Missouri River. Grogan: So, you can die two ways, angel: quick like the tongue of a snake, or slower than the molasses in January. Joan Wilder: [voiceover narration] But it was October. Grogan: I'll kill you, goddammit, if it's the Fourth of July! Where is it? Uhh. Get over there! Joan Wilder: [voiceover narration] I told him to get out, now that he had what he came for. Grogan: Not quite, angel. [spits] Take 'em off. Do it! Come on! Joan Wilder: [voiceover] That was the end of Grogan... the man who killed my father, raped and murdered my sister, burned my ranch, shot my dog, and stole my Bible! But if there was one law of the west: Bastards had brothers, who seemed to ride forever.

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Joan Wilder: Excuse me, mister. Can you tell where can I get to a telephone? Jack Colton: No, lady. I don't have any idea. I'm sorry. Joan Wilder: But it's very important that I get to one. Jack Colton: Well, we've all got our problems today. Don't we? Joan Wilder: Can you tell me where the nearest town is? Jack Colton: English speaking? How about Miami? Joan Wilder: Will there be another bus? Jack Colton: Another bus? This is it. [looks around a deserted, dirt mountain road] You've got rush hour. Joan Wilder: I need to get to Cartagena. Jack Colton: Cartagena? Angel, you are hell and gone from Cartagena. Cartagena's over there on the coast. Joan Wilder: But they told me this bus... Jack Colton: Who told you that? Who told you this bus was going to Cartagena? Joan Wilder: That man... Jack Colton: That nice man who pulled a gun on you? What else did he tell you?

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Jack Colton: Cops! What the hell do they want? I haven't done anything... lately! Wait a minute, he's after you. Who the hell are you? Joan Wilder: Well, I'm a romance novelist. Jack Colton: You're what? What are you doing here? Joan Wilder: I told you, my sister's life depends on me. Jack Colton: Ah, don't give me that shit. I thought you were donating a kidney or something.

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Joan Wilder: [after Jack chops off the heels on her shoes] These were Italian. Jack Colton: Now they're practical.

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Joan Wilder: [inside a crashed plane they find in the jungle] What is all this? Jack Colton: All this? About five to life in the States, a couple of centuries down here. Joan Wilder: Oh, marijuana. Jack Colton: Oh, you smoke it? Joan Wilder: [defensively] I went to college.

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Joan Wilder: What do you want? Seriously, I'd really like to know. Jack Colton: Came down here in a coffee boat, about a year and a half ago. Right. Christ, what job that was. But, I couldn't get over that ocean, though, you know. Yeah. I love the ocean. You know you just got to get out there - all by yourself - nobody else around. It's beautiful. So, that's what I want. Try to get enough money together to buy a boat and sail around the world. Joan Wilder: So, you're just gonna sail away? All by yourself? Jack Colton: Yeah. Joan Wilder: Sounds lonely, Jack T. Colton. Well, what does the "T" stand for? Jack Colton: Trustworthy.

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