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Margaret: It was fate I found you.
Mike: Yes, it was.
Margaret: Because together...
Mike: Yes, we can.
Margaret: When I saw that they came after me...
Mike: It's all right. You're safe.
Margaret: No, I knew that I was being punished.
Mike: It was an accident. No.
Margaret: No, I knew that I was bad. Do you know why? Do you know when I knew? Because I took your knife. That's when I knew.
Mike: What knife?
Margaret: Your knife from the hotel room. And I said that's why it happened. Yes, because I'm bad. Because I stole.
Mike: What is it?
Margaret: Mike, what is it?
Mike: Oh, you're a bad pony and I'm not gonna bet on you.
Margaret: Mike?

Susan Ricci: You never know who anybody is. With the exception of me, I am what I look like. Why is that, Mr. Ross?
Joe Ross: I think you look just fine.
Susan: No, anybody could be anybody mysterious or— Take that guy who got off the sea plane. Alright? Take him.
Joe: What about him?
Susan: What about him? Who was he?
Joe: I dunno. Fellow who got off the plane.
Susan: Just my point. Just my point. We think he's the fellow who got off the plane.
Joe: Can't go around mistrusting everybody. You mistrust everybody?
Susan: No. Just strangers.
Joe: Ah. We saw him get off the plane.
Susan: We did not! W-we saw him in a boat which came from the direction of the plane.
Joe: I saw him get off the plane.
Susan: Well, maybe that's just what you think you saw. [pause, Joe sits down] I got a picture. I took a picture of you and he's in the background and I believe you'll see, I can't say that I'm sure, but I think you'll see that his little boat just came from the direction of the plane and we have no idea who anyone is.

The Boss: So, Mr. Fisher, you were gonna tell me something?
Slevin: I don't know. You brought me here.
The Boss: Yes, I did, but back when you thought I was him.
Slevin: I never thought you were him, I thought he was you. And I was trying to tell him— you that they picked up the wrong guy.
The Boss: The wrong guy for what?
Slevin: Whatever it is you wanted to see me about.
The Boss: Do you know what I wanted to see you about?
Slevin: No.
The Boss: Then how do you know I have the wrong guy?
Slevin: Because I'm not—
The Boss: Maybe I wanted to give you $96,000; in that case, do I still have the wrong guy?
Slevin: Do you want to give me $96,000?
The Boss: No, do you want to give me $96,000?
Slevin: No, should I?
The Boss: I don't know, should you?
Slevin: I don't know, should I?

Schultz: You sure thats him?
Django: Yeah.
Schultz: Positive?
Django: I don't know.
Schultz: You don't know if you're positive?
Django: I don't know what positive means.
Schultz: It means you're sure.
Django: Yes.
Schultz: Yes what?
Django: Yes I'm sure that's Ellis Brittle.
(Boom)
Django: I'm positive he dead.

(Robert is in the afterlife, his sins are being tallied)
Gil: Let's see... in 1992, you used the F-word one thousand thirty two times.
Robert: I'm an actor, that was the year I did Mamet!
Gil: Oh yes, we have a special place waiting for Mr. Mamet.
—from "In God We Trust" (2000), written and directed by Jason Reitman

"Do you take this woman-"
"Do I …?"
"Yes, you. Take this woman."
"This woman?"
"Yes."
"You’re asking me do I take this woman."
"Yes. To be your lawfully wedded wife. To have and-"
"To hold."
"To hold, yes. In sickness and in health-"
"In sickness …"
"And in health."
"Sickness and health …"
"Yes. Till death do you part …"
"Right."
"Well, do you? Take this woman?"
"This woman, you’re saying, you’re asking me do I take this woman to be my lawfully wedded wife, so forth, in sickness and in health, till death do us part?"
"Yes."
"I fucken do."
Damien Owens, "David Mamet Wedding Vows"

Sadie: My, but these genies do repeat themselves.
Frank: Repeat themselves?
Sadie: Repeat themselves.
Frank: They do. They repeat themselves.
Sadie: They repeat, they do, themselves.
Frank: Oh! Let's make a game of it! Let's drink every time they repeat themselves!
Sadie: Yes! And whenever they don't!
The Thrilling Adventure Hour, "Djinn and Tonic"note 


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