Super Quotes
After his wife falls under the influence of a drug dealer, an everyday guy transforms himself into Crimson Bolt, a superhero with the best intentions, but lacking in heroic skills.
Jacques: What are you gonna do? you gonna execute me for my sins? Don't think you're better than me, you fucking psycho. You fucking almost killed people for butting into line.
Frank D'Arbo: [Interrupts] You don't butt in line! You don't sell drugs! You don't molest little children! You don't profit on the misery of others! The rules were set a long time ago. They don't change.
Jacques: You really think that killing me, stabbing me to death is gonna change the world?
Frank D'Arbo: I can't know that for sure... unless I try.
Frank D'Arbo: [Interrupts] You don't butt in line! You don't sell drugs! You don't molest little children! You don't profit on the misery of others! The rules were set a long time ago. They don't change.
Jacques: You really think that killing me, stabbing me to death is gonna change the world?
Frank D'Arbo: I can't know that for sure... unless I try.
Frank D'Arbo: [Last lines] So maybe you think something's wrong with me. Maybe you thought I was gonna learn what Jacques said was true. That I was deluded. That I was as evil as the rest of them. But maybe you're the one that needs to learn something. I know how it looks. But sometimes how it looks, and how it is, are two different things. The truth was in my heart. I followed it. And I saved Sarah. She stayed with me a couple months. They were not bad times. Though they were most likely out of Sarah's sense of obligation. But one morning, she moved on. I thought it was me at the time, that I was the chosen one. But it was Sarah, all along. And that's why I needed to save her. She needed to finish school, to study anthropology, because Sarah knows something about people. She needed to go back to her meetings, where she had insights that struck others uniquely. And sometimes she needed to have nightmares of those ugly times at Jacques' ranch. Because a kind man, a man who was good and didn't know it, needed to learn how to comfort someone. And maybe, most of all Sarah needed to have Patrick, and Trevor, and Laura, and Joy. Four children who probably wouldn't be at all if Libby and I hadn't gone to Jacques' ranch that night. Maybe, if all of us are lucky, they're the ones who are gonna change the world. And me? Well I got that rabbit after all. That, and something much more.
Frank D'Arbo: [Praying] God, please guide me. Tell me what to do. I hate you god!... I'm sorry I said that. It just seems so unfair god. Other people have goodness, they have good things, they have love and tenderness, people who care about their lives. Not humiliated at every turn. Other people have things god, even the starving children in Africa, even their parents love them. Why was I so unlucky, to have my soul born into this disgusting me? This ugly face, this hair, this hair that doesn't comb, and this dumb idiotic personality?
[Sobbing]
Frank D'Arbo: Other people stare at me god, I can tell. They are amazed at how something so stupid and idiotic can even exist! Why am I that? Please. God. I just want this one thing, I'll ask for one thing, I'll never ask for anything ever again. Please. Let Sarah be my Sarah again.
[Sobbing]
Frank D'Arbo: Other people stare at me god, I can tell. They are amazed at how something so stupid and idiotic can even exist! Why am I that? Please. God. I just want this one thing, I'll ask for one thing, I'll never ask for anything ever again. Please. Let Sarah be my Sarah again.
Frank D'Arbo: [Into tape recorder] Crimson Bolt's journal, night two. There was no crime last night. I did however see a few suspicious characters, who might have been planning something for toni...
[Hears noise]
Frank D'Arbo: Hold on!
[Runs around corner and out of sight. Returns a few moments later]
Frank D'Arbo: [Into tape recorder] It was just a box, the wind was pushing it down the street.
[Hears noise]
Frank D'Arbo: Hold on!
[Runs around corner and out of sight. Returns a few moments later]
Frank D'Arbo: [Into tape recorder] It was just a box, the wind was pushing it down the street.
