Cellular Quotes
Ryan: Excuse me, are you a detective?
Detective Looking Guy: Detective? I'm a freaking victim here. Detective? Those freaks dragged me down here. And they're supposed to read me my rights. [Ryan takes off]
Detective Looking Guy: And they - hey, where you going, you little punk?
Detective Looking Guy: Detective? I'm a freaking victim here. Detective? Those freaks dragged me down here. And they're supposed to read me my rights. [Ryan takes off]
Detective Looking Guy: And they - hey, where you going, you little punk?
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Ryan: From here on out, you do as I say, exactly as I say. Or I slap this bitch on "Nightline" and call it a day, okay?
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[Greer has Ryan pinned down and is about to shoot him]
Mooney: Let him up. [Greer looks up and sees Mooney pointing a gun at him]
Ryan: Help me. They're dirty cops!
Greer: He attacked my partner. He tried to kill me.
Mooney: I said, Let him up.
Greer: You're going to believe this lying piece of **** over a cop?
Mooney: It doesn't matter what I believe. What's important is that you believe I will put a bullet in your skull if you don't let him up.
Mooney: Let him up. [Greer looks up and sees Mooney pointing a gun at him]
Ryan: Help me. They're dirty cops!
Greer: He attacked my partner. He tried to kill me.
Mooney: I said, Let him up.
Greer: You're going to believe this lying piece of **** over a cop?
Mooney: It doesn't matter what I believe. What's important is that you believe I will put a bullet in your skull if you don't let him up.
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[Ryan accidentally dials an artist on a payphone at Santa Monica Pier trying to reach Jessica's kidnappers]
Ryan: I got what you're looking for.
Vietnamese Artist: Oh?
Ryan: Yeah.
Vietnamese Artist: Okay, and what I do for it?
Ryan: What?
Vietnamese Artist: What I do for what I looking for? You tell me now.
Ryan: Wait, who's this? What number did I call?
Vietnamese Artist: You call me on the payphone. You waste my time. I have pictures to draw.
Ryan: Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude. Chill out.
Vietnamese Artist: No, you don't tell me what to chill. My mother tell me to chill. I sit here, I draw people telling me to chill out all the time. You don't tell me what to chill. I chill you.
Ryan: I got what you're looking for.
Vietnamese Artist: Oh?
Ryan: Yeah.
Vietnamese Artist: Okay, and what I do for it?
Ryan: What?
Vietnamese Artist: What I do for what I looking for? You tell me now.
Ryan: Wait, who's this? What number did I call?
Vietnamese Artist: You call me on the payphone. You waste my time. I have pictures to draw.
Ryan: Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude. Chill out.
Vietnamese Artist: No, you don't tell me what to chill. My mother tell me to chill. I sit here, I draw people telling me to chill out all the time. You don't tell me what to chill. I chill you.
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[after slashing a kidnapper's arm with a shard of glass]
Jessica Martin: Tenth grade biology. Brachial artery... pumps 30 liters of blood a minute. There's only five in the human body. I'm sorry.
Jessica Martin: Tenth grade biology. Brachial artery... pumps 30 liters of blood a minute. There's only five in the human body. I'm sorry.
Movie: Cellular