But I'm no puppeteer, Kevin. I don't make things happen. Doesn't work like that. What'd you do to Mary Ann? Free will. It's like butterfly wings. Once touched, they never get off the ground. No. I only set the stage. You pull your own strings. What did you do to Mary Ann? A gun? In here? Goddamn it, what did you do to my wife? Well... on a scale of one to 10... 10 being the most depraved act of sexual theater known to man... one being your average Friday night run-through at the Lomaxs'... I'd say, not to be immodest... Mary Ann and I got it on at about seven. Fuck you! Oh. Oh. Oh. Got me! Got me! Yes! Oh, yeah! Yeah! Step it up, son! Come on! That's good! You got to hold on to that fury. That's the last thing to go. That's the final hiding place. It's the final fig leaf.
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17.3s
Are you serious? A woman's shoulders are the frontlines of her mystique. And her neck... if she's alive... has all the mystery of a border town.
The Devil's Advocate
1.7s
All rise.
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2.4s
Mary Ann, she knew it.
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4.7s
Bring them up to my place. Do it quietly. Quickly.
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1.7s
I was sure you had a secret.
The Devil's Advocate
15.2s
To draw strength toward our tested faith. So, what do they say? How's Mary Ann? They don't know. She's... She's falling apart. Hallucinations. Milton...
The Devil's Advocate
6.7s
Kevin. Look at me. Just look at me.
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2.7s
Doesn't Diana look fabulous?
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16.2s
You did, didn't you? We should go back to the green. I'm calling the doctor. I'm going to get you some help. They took my ovaries, Kevin. What? They took my ovaries! I told you. Right here.
The Devil's Advocate
2.4s
Kevin. What are you doing?
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2.3s
Stop. Stop.
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13.7s
You gonna fight for this thing or not? Pam? No, it's Kevin.
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2.2s
Oh, shit.
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8.1s
But why? Because you're my father? I'm a little more than that, Kevin.
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8.2s
Not fucking guilty! - Oh, my God. You lying sack of shit. - Ha, ha. Thirty-eight minutes, my jury.
