Final Destination Quotes
After a teenager has a terrifying vision of him and his friends dying in a plane crash, he prevents the accident only to have Death hunt them down, one by one.
Tod Waggner: We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast. But when we say this, we imagine that the hour is placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun, or that death could arrive this same afternoon - this afternoon which is so certain, and which has every hour filled in advance.
Bludworth: You have to realize is that we're just a mouse that a cat has by the tail, every single move we make from the mundane to the monumental, the red light that we stop at or run, the people we have sex with or want with us, the airplanes that we ride or walk out of, it's all part of deaths sadistic design. Leading to the grave.
Tod Waggner: Alex. Let's go take a shit.
Alex Browning: Take a shit by yourself.
Tod Waggner: No, dude. Listen okay. Listen. Take some knowledge. We're about to board a seven-hour flight. The toilets in coach are barely ventilated closets. Alright, if that. Now lets say half way through the flight, right, your body wants that airplane food out. You got to go torque a wicked cable. Then directly after you, walks in Christa or Blake.
[Alex and Tod look at Christa and Blake, who are sitting down reading magazines]
Tod Waggner: You want them to associate you with that watery sting in their eye? That reflexive gag at the back of their throat?
Alex Browning: Take a shit by yourself.
Tod Waggner: No, dude. Listen okay. Listen. Take some knowledge. We're about to board a seven-hour flight. The toilets in coach are barely ventilated closets. Alright, if that. Now lets say half way through the flight, right, your body wants that airplane food out. You got to go torque a wicked cable. Then directly after you, walks in Christa or Blake.
[Alex and Tod look at Christa and Blake, who are sitting down reading magazines]
Tod Waggner: You want them to associate you with that watery sting in their eye? That reflexive gag at the back of their throat?
Alex Browning: [describing his premonition] I saw it. Like, I don't know I just saw it. I saw it on the runway, I saw it take off. I saw out my window. I saw the ground. And-and the cabin starts to shake, right? And the left side blows up and the whole plane just explodes! And it was so real, just how everything happens, you know?
Tod Waggner: You've been on a lot of planes that blew up?
Val Lewton: You must have fallen asleep.
Tod Waggner: You've been on a lot of planes that blew up?
Val Lewton: You must have fallen asleep.
[in Carter's car]
Billy Hitchcock: Stay below the speed limit. And, oh: don't pass on the right.
Carter: Wait a minute. I'm havin' a vision here.
[to Billy]
Carter: You're the next one man.
Billy Hitchcock: Hey, man. Why'd you say something like that?
Carter: Because if you don't shut up, *I'm* gonna fuckin' kill you!
Billy Hitchcock: Stay below the speed limit. And, oh: don't pass on the right.
Carter: Wait a minute. I'm havin' a vision here.
[to Billy]
Carter: You're the next one man.
Billy Hitchcock: Hey, man. Why'd you say something like that?
Carter: Because if you don't shut up, *I'm* gonna fuckin' kill you!
Bludworth: [to Alex] You already did that by walking off the plane. Now you gotta out when and how it'll come back at you. Play your hunch, Alex. If you think you can get away from it. But beware the risk of cheating the plan, disrespecting the design... could initiate a horrifying fury that would terrorize even the Grim Reaper - and you don't even want to fuck with that MacDaddy.
[Having just been jolted out of his premonition, Alex is wild-eyed and hyperventilating as he verifies that the tray table latch is broken, which means his vision was real]
Flight Attendant: Is there a a problem, sir?
Carter: What's your fuckin' problem?
Mr. Larry Murnau: [Speaking in French] What is it?
Alex Browning: [screaming] This fuckin' plane's gonna explode!
Flight Attendant: Is there a a problem, sir?
Carter: What's your fuckin' problem?
Mr. Larry Murnau: [Speaking in French] What is it?
Alex Browning: [screaming] This fuckin' plane's gonna explode!
Clear Rivers: Almost autumn.
Alex Browning: It's only the end of June.
Clear Rivers: Yeah, but everything's always in transition. If you focus, even now, just one week into summer, you can almost feel autumn coming.
Clear Rivers: [turns toward Alex]
Clear Rivers: Kinda like being able to see the future.
Alex Browning: It's only the end of June.
Clear Rivers: Yeah, but everything's always in transition. If you focus, even now, just one week into summer, you can almost feel autumn coming.
Clear Rivers: [turns toward Alex]
Clear Rivers: Kinda like being able to see the future.
[With cups of coffee, Alex and Clear sit down at a street-side Espresso-shop corner table]
Alex Browning: The mortician said that Death has a design. Okay. I'm talking about omens. How do we know that just by sitting here - by, by sipping this coffee, or breathing the air, or even crossing the intersection - that we haven't even started in motion the events that will some day lead to our death: forty years from now, ten years from now, tomorrow. We don't. Unless we open ourselves up...
[as clear glances nervously at the intersection, Alex draws from his pocket the tiny slice of paper that reads "Tod" and slides it across the table to her]
Alex Browning: ...to the signs that It's willing to show us?
Clear Rivers: I don't understand. Did you see Tod die? Did it happen again, like on the plane?
Alex Browning: [shaking his head] No. No, it didn't, but, I mean, it might as well have. This is a message from something, Clear, or someone - hinting at a design.
Clear Rivers: Total bullshit. I mean, you can find death omens anywhere you want to.
[Alex glances at the window of the Espresso shop and sees the ghostly reflection of a bus passing by. As she continues to talk, ominous music rises and Alex glances worriedly around the streets]
Clear Rivers: Coffee. Starts with a C and ends with an E. So does the word "choke." So, what, we're going to choke to death? I wanna hear you.
[Alex glances anxiously over his shoulder again]
Clear Rivers: We'll go nuts if you start with the shits.
Alex Browning: The mortician said that Death has a design. Right? Now, what if you, me, Tod, Carter, Terry, Billy, Missus Lewton messed up that design. For whatever reason, I, I saw Death's plan. We cheated him. But what if it was our time? What if we were not meant to get off that plane? What if it still is our time? If it is, then it's not finished, and we will die - now, not later - unless, unless we find the patterns and cheat It again.
[Behind Alex's back, Carter drives his car up to the intersection and waits for the light. Terry is sitting next to him. Carter glances over to see Alex and Clear, and he scowls. Terry smiles at Carter, then sees them too, and her smile fades, as though fearful of a confrontation]
Clear Rivers: After hearing you, I, I do believe...
[Alex smiles]
Clear Rivers: ...that Tod killed himself.
[Alex's face turns serious]
Alex Browning: The mortician said that Death has a design. Okay. I'm talking about omens. How do we know that just by sitting here - by, by sipping this coffee, or breathing the air, or even crossing the intersection - that we haven't even started in motion the events that will some day lead to our death: forty years from now, ten years from now, tomorrow. We don't. Unless we open ourselves up...
[as clear glances nervously at the intersection, Alex draws from his pocket the tiny slice of paper that reads "Tod" and slides it across the table to her]
Alex Browning: ...to the signs that It's willing to show us?
Clear Rivers: I don't understand. Did you see Tod die? Did it happen again, like on the plane?
Alex Browning: [shaking his head] No. No, it didn't, but, I mean, it might as well have. This is a message from something, Clear, or someone - hinting at a design.
Clear Rivers: Total bullshit. I mean, you can find death omens anywhere you want to.
[Alex glances at the window of the Espresso shop and sees the ghostly reflection of a bus passing by. As she continues to talk, ominous music rises and Alex glances worriedly around the streets]
Clear Rivers: Coffee. Starts with a C and ends with an E. So does the word "choke." So, what, we're going to choke to death? I wanna hear you.
[Alex glances anxiously over his shoulder again]
Clear Rivers: We'll go nuts if you start with the shits.
Alex Browning: The mortician said that Death has a design. Right? Now, what if you, me, Tod, Carter, Terry, Billy, Missus Lewton messed up that design. For whatever reason, I, I saw Death's plan. We cheated him. But what if it was our time? What if we were not meant to get off that plane? What if it still is our time? If it is, then it's not finished, and we will die - now, not later - unless, unless we find the patterns and cheat It again.
[Behind Alex's back, Carter drives his car up to the intersection and waits for the light. Terry is sitting next to him. Carter glances over to see Alex and Clear, and he scowls. Terry smiles at Carter, then sees them too, and her smile fades, as though fearful of a confrontation]
Clear Rivers: After hearing you, I, I do believe...
[Alex smiles]
Clear Rivers: ...that Tod killed himself.
[Alex's face turns serious]
Billy Hitchcock: That's right! You're next, Carter! I'm staying the fuck away from you!
Carter: Shut up, Billy!
Clear Rivers: Billy, we don't need this shit right now!
Billy Hitchcock: I don't need it ever! Get away from him! He's next!
Carter: Fuck you, Billy! I'm not dead!
Billy Hitchcock: Oh, you will be. You're dead... you're dead and you ain't taking me with you!
Carter: Shut up, Billy!
Clear Rivers: Billy, we don't need this shit right now!
Billy Hitchcock: I don't need it ever! Get away from him! He's next!
Carter: Fuck you, Billy! I'm not dead!
Billy Hitchcock: Oh, you will be. You're dead... you're dead and you ain't taking me with you!
[after Alex panics onboard]
Val Lewton: The airline's not taking this very well. They'll let one of us back on; the rest of us can take an 11:10 flight. It gets in three hours later, it's all right...
Mr. Larry Murnau: I'll stay.
Val Lewton: No - no, you know the whole French thing. Get on the plane, it's fine. It's fine.
Val Lewton: The airline's not taking this very well. They'll let one of us back on; the rest of us can take an 11:10 flight. It gets in three hours later, it's all right...
Mr. Larry Murnau: I'll stay.
Val Lewton: No - no, you know the whole French thing. Get on the plane, it's fine. It's fine.
