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Four bodies are found in New York City. The coincidence? They all died 48 hours after logging on to a site named feardotcom.
Jeannie: Do you like to watch?
Frank: But then, I'm drunk by 8 p.m. Mike: It's noon. Frank: Hey, I'm ahead of the game!
Mike: It's a live-cam death site. Terry: It doesn't sound like Turnbull. Why would he watch that? Mike: People love to see death. Why do you think the ratings are so high on reality disaster shows?
Alistair: You won't shoot her. You suffer from the hero's curse of hope. Mike: Yeah, I got hope. I hope my first shot blows your fuckin' head off!
Alistair: Joseph Stalin said that the death of one person is a tragedy. The death of a million, a statistic.
Alistair: You know, I believe death should be repulsive, so we don't grow too fond of it.
[to her cat as she watches a violent video] Terry: Turn around, Bennie. I don't want you watching this.
Mike: I hate germs, and... diseases. Terry: What about bugs? Mike: Pretty much hate them too. Terry: You know you sleep with bugs? Mike: What? Terry: You - sleep - with - bugs. Mike: No, I, I-I-I don't, actually. Terry: Yeah, you do. Everyone does. Dust mites. They're in your carpets, in your bed. They look like little lobsters. You know, in fact, they're distant relatives. Mike: You're enjoying this, aren't you? Terry: I, I just don't get out much.
Alistair: I'd like to say I can feel your pain... but I can't.
Alistair: How enticing the smell of cheap perfume can be... or is that fear?
Mike: That's evidence!
Alistair: You can end this lesson whenever you wish... just ask me to kill you. [Alistair's bound and gagged victim reacts violently] Alistair: She wants to live. Very well... the lesson comes.
Mike: Jesus Christ! What happened to him? Woman P.I.: I don't think he got electrocuted.
[Terry sneaks up behind Mike] Mike: Jesus! Terry: Actually, Terry Houston. Department of Health.