Quotes

Dialogue

Mr. Casey: [after being told that Buddy Repperton has a switchblade by Arnie] Empty your pockets, Buddy. Buddy: The fuck I will. You can't make me. Mr. Casey: If you mean I don't have the authority, you're wrong. If you mean I can't turn out your pockets myself- Buddy: Yeah, try it, you little bald fuck, and I'll knock you through the fucking wall! Fuck! Mr. Casey: You two boys go up to the office. Mr. Casey: Stay there. Don't go anywhere else. You got enough trouble without that. [turns back to Buddy] Now... if you don't empty your pockets right now, I'm gonna call the cops. Mr. Casey: Go to the office, Buddy.

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Dennis: I bet this thing won't even start. George LeBay: She'll start. LeBay: You'll need these. Arnie: How much do you want for her? Whatever it is, it's not enough. Dennis: Jeez, Arnie. LeBay: Sonny, you ever owned a car before? Dennis: Yeah, he owns a Mustang- Arnie: No. Just got my license. LeBay: Name's George LeBay. What's yours? Arnie: Arnie Cunningham. What are you asking? LeBay: Start her up. Arnie: Really? Arnie: Does the car have a name? LeBay: Her name is Christine. Arnie: Huh. I like that. It suits her. Dennis: Come on, Arnie, we gotta get goin', huh? LeBay: My brother bought her back in September '57. That's when you got your new model year, in September. Brand-new, she was. She had the smell of a brand-new car. That's just about the finest smell in the world, 'cept maybe for pussy. When he got her, she had 6 miles on the odometer. Damn roller when through hell and back with Christine. Dennis: If your brother likes this car so much, why is he selling it? LeBay: Cause he's

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Arnie: I got the car and that's it! Mrs. Cunningham: That most certainly is not it! [to Dennis] How could you have let him do this?! Dennis: I didn't let him. I mean he wanted the car and he bought it. I tried to talk him out of it, in fact. Mrs. Cunningham: [coldly] Mm, I doubt that you tried very hard. Dennis: Yeah, well I'm going home. Mrs. Cunningham: I think you should. Arnie: OK that's it, I'm getting the fuck out of here. Mr. Cunningham: Oh, Arnie, now what kind of language is that? Mrs. Cunningham: [sharply] What did you say?! What did you say? Arnie: Look, you wanted me in college courses, I'm there. You wanted me in the chess club instead of the band, OK, I'm there too. Now I managed to get through seventeen years without embarrassing your bridge club or landing jail! Now I'm telling you, I'm gonna have this, this one thing! Mrs. Cunningham: You are not keeping any car at this house! Arnie: Fine!

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Darnell: Stall 20! Stall 20! Get it over there and shut it off, before we all choke to death! [to Dennis] Kiddo, you sold him that piece of shit? You oughta be fuckin' ashamed of yourself. Dennis: I didn't sell it to him. I tried to talk him out of it. Darnell: You shoulda' tried harder. I knew a guy had a car like that once. Stupid bastard killed himself in it. Son of a bitch was so mean, you could've poured boiling water down his throat and he would've pissed ice cubes! [to Arnie] Okay. That's the last time you run that mechanical asshole in here without an exhaust hose... I catch you doing it one time, and you're out, you understand? HUH? Arnie: Yes, sir. Darnell: And I'm gonna tell you somethin' else right now. I don't take any shit from you kids. This place is for working stiffs gotta keep their cars running so they can keep bread on the table, it's not for rich-assed, snot-nose kids who wanna go dragging around on the Orange Belt. I don't allow no smoking in here, neither! You wa

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LeBay: What the hell do you want? Dennis: I know about your brother. I know he died choking on exhaust fumes. LeBay: You don't know shit, kid. My brother died because he wanted to. He ran a rubber hose from the exhaust pipe. Dennis: Arnie would have never bought that car if he'd known somebody died in it. LeBay: Either you're dumber than you look, or you don't know your friend very well. He had the same look in his eye that my brother always had. Probably the only thing my brother ever loved in his whole rotten life was that car. No shitter ever came between him and Christine, if they did... watch out! He had a five-year-old daughter choke to death in her... he wouldn't get rid of her. He just rode around with the radio blaring, not a care in the world except for Christine. Only time I ever interfered with it was when Rita killed herself. Dennis: Who's Rita? LeBay: His wife! He didn't care a rat's ass about her! She died the same way he did... then I made him get rid of it... for decen

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Dennis: What if you fix her up, and he just comes back and does it again? Arnie: He won't do it again.

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Arnie: A toast. Death to the shitters of the world, in 1979. Dennis: Oh, come on, Arnie. You know I can't drink to that. Arnie: Well, what can you drink to? Dennis: What about to us? You know, to friendship? Arnie: Friendship. That's really good. Arnie: Hey, Dennis. Look. Arnie: Ta-daa! Dennis: Come on! Arnie: I want you to see this. I want you to see this! This is great alignment; you just don't see this anymore! Don't be scared. Dennis: I'm scared for you, man, for what's happened to you, this fuckin' car! Arnie: I know you're jealous. But you'll be fine as long as you stick with me. And you know what happens to shitters who don't. Dennis: No. What does happen? Arnie: Well, let's not kid each other, Dennis. Dennis: Who are the shitters? Arnie: All of 'em. Dennis: Arnie. Leigh's on your side. She cares a lot about you. She does. Arnie: Heey! Don't you like this beer? I thought you liked beer. Dennis: Did you hear what I just said?! Arnie: Let me tell you a little something about love,

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Detective Junkins: I wouldn't feel so bad if I were you. You two are heroes, y'know. Dennis: Yeah. A real hero could've saved Arnie. Leigh: We didn't do so hot. Detective Junkins: Hey, some things can't be helped. Some people, too. Dennis: Yeah. Leigh: God, I hate rock and roll.

Teaser Trailer

She's seductive. She's passionate. She's possessive. She's pure… evil. She's Christine, a 1958 Plymouth Fury… possessed by Hell. Her previous owner isn't alive to warn her present one. Once she lures you behind the wheel, you'll be hers. Body and soul. There's no place you can hide, no place you can run, and nothing you can do can stop her. Because how do you kill something that can't possibly be alive? Christine. Body by Plymouth. Soul by Satan. Watch out for her. This Christmas.