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A writer's fictional alter-ego wants to take over his life...at any price.
George Stark: Don't fuck with me, cock-knocker.
Man in the Hallway: What's going on? George Stark: Murder... You want some?
George Stark: Remember, when you fuck with me, you're fucking with the best.
Murder Witness: What's going on here? Murder Witness: Murder! You want some?
Thad Beaumont: [teaching] Most of us keep that inner-being lock up, hidden away. A fiction writer doesn't have to do that. He doesn't have to hide it. He doesn't have to keep it from anything. He can let it out, bring it out into the open. Let it live, let it breathe. Hell, he can let it party - give it the car keys, let it ride! Male Student: Yes!
George Stark: You are disturbing the peaceful mood I'm in. You are disturbing the peaceful frame of mind I'm in. You are disturbing my peaceful frame of mind.
Thad Beaumont: Sounds like the police have been in touch. Reggie Delesseps: They wanted me to confirm that you were a man of good character. I lied and told them that you were.
George Stark: [voice over the phone, threatening Thad] See if you can figure out where I'm calling from, Thad. [hangs up] Thad Beaumont: [pauses a second, then realizes] NO! George Stark: [Thad calls his own home] That was quick, hoss.
Thad Beaumont: They've come to take one of us away, haven't they? Which one? Reggie Delesseps: The loser, of course. I do hope it's not you, Thaddeus. I'd hate to think of George Stark taking over your lecture group.
[last lines] Sheriff Alan Pangborn: Wait! Wait here! Liz Beaumont: Ah! Ah! Aargh! Aargh! Sheriff Alan Pangborn: Liz!
George Stark: You have the word of a Southern man, which is not given lightly.
Thad Beaumont: I thought you knew about this stuff? Reggie Delesseps: I don't know about of any of it, nobody does. Except the Almighty, and He seems to be on sabbatical.
George Stark: [after slitting the throat of his literary agent, Rick Cowley, with a cut-throat razor] I've decided to change agents. Sorry, Rick - it's a cut throat business.
George Stark: You always were the clumsy one, old hoss.