Youll Never Look at Twister the Same Way Again
Twister (I) (1996)
Bill: Jo. Things go wrong. You tin can't explicate it, you can't predict it. Killing yourself wo'nt bring your dad back. I'm sorry that he died, but that was a long fourth dimension ago. You gotta motion on. Stop living in the past, and look what you got right in front end of you.
Jo: What are you talking about?
Bill: Me, Jo.
Melissa: I gotta go Julia, nosotros got cows.
Jo: [moo-cow flies by in the storm while in Neb's truck] Cow.
[cow flies past in the storm]
Jo: another moo-cow.
Pecker: Actually I call back that was the same one.
Joey: [Discussing at Meg'south on the tornadoes they accept seen so far at One thousand thousand'due south home at her dining table, eating steak and eggs] No, that was a expert size twister. What was information technology, an F3?
Bill: Solid F2.
Melissa: See, now you lot have lost me again.
Bill: It's the Fujita scale. Information technology measures a tornado's intensity by how much information technology eats.
Melissa: Eats?
Bill: Destroys.
Laurence: That i nosotros encountered dorsum in that location was a strong F2, possibly an F3.
Beltzer: Maybe we'll encounter some iv's.
Haynes: That would be sweet!
Bill: 4 is good. 4 will relocate your house very efficiently.
Melissa: Is there an F5?
[Everyone goes dead silent]
Melissa: What would that exist like?
Jason 'Preacher' Rowe: The Finger of God.
Melissa: None of you has always seen an F5?
Bill: ...Merely one of united states.
[Looks upstairs, indicating Jo]
Dusty: [later on a pair of tornadoes spun Beak's truck around a few times] Red meat. We crave sustenance.
Jo: No, guys. We are not invading my aunt.
Dusty: Food.
Dusty,Rabbit: [others join in] Nutrient.
Dusty,Rabbit,Beltzer: [the balance join in] FOOOOOOOOD!
Jo: Hey! We are absolutely not going.
[Aunt One thousand thousand is being loaded into an ambulance]
Jo: Is she OK?
Paramedic: We'll probably proceed her overnight simply to be safe.
Aunt Meg: Overnight, forget it, I'm all correct.
Jo: You're going to the hospital.
Aunt Million: OK, I'll become, but I'm gonna drive myself.
Rabbit: [standing next to her] Honey, your car is in a tree effectually the corner.
Aunt Meg: OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
[about Bill'due south new fiancée, while in his truck]
Nib: She's a... a therapist.
Jo: Oh... Yours?
Bill: Christ, you couldn't resist, could y'all?
Jo: What? I'm non saying you *need* therapy.
Bill: What? Expect, wait, expect, I demand therapy?
Jo: I didn't say that. I didn't *say* that.
Bill: What could I possibly need a therapist for? Huh? You're the doctor, tell me!
Jo: I don't know... inability to finish things?
Bill: "Inability to finish things"?
Jo: Mayhap rushing into things you can't quite commit to.
Bill: Commitment?
Jo: You lot asked!
Rabbit: [at her dwelling house at the dining table, eating steak and eggs] God, 1000000, you've got a lot of beef. Where did yous get all this beef?
Meg Greene: Did you encounter my cows out front end?
Rabbit: No.
Million Greene: Oh!
Dusty: You slaughter your own cows, Meg, squeamish.
Melissa: [at Meg's dwelling at her dining table, eating steak and eggs] Why do you call Baton "The Extreme?"
Dusty: Considering Baton *is* "The Extreme."
Jason 'Preacher' Rowe: Bill is the nearly outta control son of a bitch in the game!
Nib: [looking at Jo] No, I think I came in second.
Dusty: So we become this one nigh Daleton, right?
Rabbit: Oh, God.
Jo: You lot guys take got to go some new stories. I'm gonna go wash upwards.
Dusty: And we are mode too shut. And Jo's got the vid on it right, she'due south filming it. And all of the sudden outta nowhere, this shitty lookin' green Valiant comes pulling upwards correct in the way.
Beltzer: [points to Pecker] And this loser stumbles out of the car, he's got like a bottle of Jack Daniel's in his manus...
Dusty: He'due south naked!
Rabbit: He is *butt* naked!
Beltzer: Naked!
Bill: Non naked! I was NOT naked!
Beltzer: [whispering & laughing in Melissa's ear] He was without wearing apparel.
Bill: One-half naked.
Dusty: Naked. Ok, so Jo'due south yelling at him to get out of the fashion, right?
[all express mirth]
Dusty: And he but strolls up to the twister, says 'have a drink', and he chucks the bottle into the twister, and information technology NEVER hits the ground.
Jason 'Preacher' Rowe: The twister caught it, and sucked it right up!
Bill: [directing towards Melissa] Honey, this is a tissue of lies. See, there was another Nib, an evil Nib, and I killed him.
Rabbit: Look, all I'm proverb is don't fold the maps.
Allan Sanders: I didn't fold the maps.
Rabbit: Aye, well Kansas is a mess, in that location'south a large pucker right through Wichita. Coil the maps.
Bill: [later on the tornado pass by them at the drive in movie theater] Honey, it'southward Million. I gotta become.
Melissa: I'thousand going back.
Bill: Good, good, you'll exist safe at the motel. I'll see you in the morn.
Melissa: I won't be at that place.
Bill: What? Why? What are y'all proverb?
Melissa: I'm saying goodbye.
Bill: No...
Melissa: You know what? I can't compete with this. I don't even know where to start.
Nib: Wait, don't practise this now, please.
Melissa: Sooner or later information technology would accept ended, nosotros both know that. The funny thing is... I'one thousand not that upset. What does that hateful?
Bill: I never meant for any of this to happen,
Melissa: Oh Billy, I know. It'south okay. You go ahead. She needs you lot. I hope that Aunt One thousand thousand'due south okay.
Bill: What about you?
Melissa: Oh, don't worry about me. I know my mode home.
[talking to a psychiatric patient on the phone]
Melissa: She did not ally your penis... Okay, alright, she didn't only marry your penis.
Beltzer: [over the radio] Normal man spends his life avoiding tense situations.
Dusty: [over the radio] Repo Human being spends his life getting into tense situations, Beltzer!
Jo: [in the center of an argument chasing the first tornado, veering off the road] Do you want me to drive?
Bill: [while looking at Jo instead of route] No!
Jo: [Seeing they are heading for a large combine parked forth the side of the route] And then would you?
[Bill swerves to avert]
Dusty: [seductively to Melissa] "The Suck Zone". It's the point basically when the twister... sucks yous upwards. That's non the technical term for it, obviously.
Beltzer: [over the radio, referring to Jo and Bill arguing] Hey, you guys want to wrap this upwardly pretty before long?
Bill: [over the radio] What?
Beltzer: Oh, zip. I was just wondering if you wanted to hunt this tornado, or if you lot just wanted to catch the next one.
Bill: Shit!
[Jo and Pecker are trying to hide from the F5 in a barn merely see information technology'south full of precipitous metallic farming implements]
Jo: My god, who are these people?
Bill: I don't call back so!
Rabbit: [to Pecker and Jo, over the radio] Uh... yeah, trust me. Rabbit is good, Rabbit is wise.
[crying with fearfulness afterwards a pair of tornadoes spun their truck around a few times]
Melissa: When yous used to tell me that you lot chase tornadoes, deep down I always just thought information technology was a metaphor.
Jo: [crawling up a ditch with Neb] Where'south my truck...?
[the truck crashes back to earth, right in the center of the road, in front of the truck Melissa is driving]
Jo: There it is.
[Jo is salvaging belongings from her crashed truck and looking at Bill'southward new truck]
Jo: You lot got full coverage on that truck?
Neb: Liability only.
Jo: [thoughtfully] Liability only...
Jo: It'south a very pretty truck.
Melissa: [smiling] Thanks.
Bill: Don't even think virtually it.
[Jo keeps cleaning out her truck]
Bill: No fashion.
[Spotting a tornado]
Beltzer: That's no moon, that'due south a space station!
Aunt Million: [referring to Neb] He didn't keep his part of the deal, did he?
Jo: [while getting dressed after taking a shower] Which part?
Aunt One thousand thousand: To spend his life pining for you, and die miserable and solitary.
Jo: Is that too much to ask?
Dusty: [to Mellissa, at 1000000's dwelling at her dining table, eating steak and eggs while pouring gravy onto her mashed]
[potatoes]
Dusty: ] Meg's gravy is famous. It's practically a food group.
Dusty: Jo! Bill! Did y'all see that explosion?
Jo: [having just driven through the exploding petroleum truck with Bill] Yeah, we saw it.
[later on spotting Jonas being interviewed by a reporter on Television in the living room of Meg'south home]
Jo: He really is in honey with himself. I idea it was just a summer thing.
[Bill needs Jo'due south signature on divorce papers]
Jo: So you want the papers?
Bill: I did drive all the way out here for 'em.
Jo: They're signed and ready.
Bill: Good, proficient. Let's see 'em.
Jo: Do you lot need them correct this 2nd?
Bill: Well, information technology'd be nice.
Jo: What's the urgent urgency? Yous act similar you're getting married.
Bill: I am.
Jo: [after a shocked interruption] Wow.
Bill: Yeah.
Jo: [while talking to her truck as Bill follows her] Is information technology Melinda?
Bill: Melissa.
Jo: Wasn't there a Melinda in there somewhere?
Bill: No, there'south only been Melissa since you.
Jo: Boy, not much for browsing are yous?
Dusty: Jo, Pecker, information technology'south coming! Information technology's headed correct for usa!
Neb: It's already hither!
Dusty: Ha Ha! It's the wonder of nature, baby!
Jo: [referring to Mellissa, while in her truck] She's squeamish.
Bill: Ha!
Jo: Uh oh. She's not nice?
[to a terrified Melissa]
Dusty: Did you just miss that truck? That'southward awesome! That'southward Crawly!
Jo: [in her truck] Tin can I drive?
Bill: No!
Jo: So would you?
Nib: [noticing truck has drifted off the road and is nigh to run into a parked vehicle] Whoa!
Dusty: He'south gonna rue the day he came up against The Extreme, baby. Bill, I'm talkin' imminent rueage.
Dusty: [to Melissa] Jo'southward gonna flip when she sees he's back!
Bill: [while walking away to find Jo] I'k not dorsum!
Joey: [Computer beeps] Nosotros've got a touchdown!
Laurence: [On radio] We have touchdown! Touchdown! Tornado is on the ground!
Haynes: [Hands radio to Beltzer] Listen to this!
Laurence: Looks like it's heading down Route 33.
Neb: Jo, we're on 33.
Jo: What's the path?
Laurence: Looks like it's going about 35 mph.
Rabbit: [Looking around] Can yous see this?
Allan Sanders: I can not come across this. Where is information technology? Hello? Which way you lot guys looking?
Nib: Where, where, where...
Jo: Direction, Rabbit.
Rabbit: North northeast!
Beltzer: Practice you see it?
Haynes: No.
Rabbit: Northward northeast, you re-create?
Bill: Shit, information technology's coming right at us!
Laurence: Axis has gone vertical, gone vertical. Sucker's really gaining upwards strength.
Jo: You see it?
Bill: No...
[Takes radio]
Pecker: Beltzer! We do non accept a visual. Repeat, nosotros do not take a visual. Help us out here!
Jo: Where is it?
Beltzer: Yeah, I got information technology Billy. Best move I've always seen. Looks like the base of this sucker's at to the lowest degree a one-half mile wide.
Bill: Rabbit?
Rabbit: If yous are going e on vii, it should be coming correct over that hill in a thing of minutes!
Allan Sanders: This is the one man, I feel it.
Jo: [in the truck, discussing Bill's electric current life changes] Hey, as long as you're happy...
Pecker: I AM. I AM happy. I'thousand a happy person. I'g happy with my life. I'chiliad happy with the style things are going in my life. I'grand happy with... with...
Jo: Melissa?
Neb: I know her name! YES. I'm happy... with... Melissa!
Haynes: [listening to Bill and Jo argue on the CB] I think they're getting better at this.
Rabbit: [at Meg's domicile at the dining table, eating steak and eggs] In a severe lightning storm, you wanna catch your ankles and stick your butt in the air.
Dusty: He strolls up to the twister, and he says, *have a drink*. And he chucks the bottle into the twister, and it never hits the basis.
[after the twister has passed]
Pecker: It's gone... information technology'south gone.
Jo: [looking backside them] Where's my truck?
[cut to route; truck crashes to the basis in forepart of Melissa in Beak's truck]
Melissa: [screams]
Jo: At that place it is!
Melissa: [later seeing DOROTHY for the first time on the back of Jo's truck] Wow, it is great... what is it?
Jo: Yous've never seen it miss this house, and miss that business firm, and come after yous!
Dr. Jonas Miller: [explaining what his own version of Dorothy tin do when Bill uppercuts him in the face up] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Pecker: You son of a bowwow. What'd you think, I wouldn't notice out?
[grabs Jonas past his shirt and begins to fight]
Dr. Jonas Miller: What is the matter with you?
Bill: You stole my design, you son of a bitch.
[continues to fight with Jonas then Nib's team and Jonas' squad breaks them up]
Dr. Jonas Miller: The hell are yous talking about?
Nib: Dorothy. You took her, you damn thief.
Dr. Jonas Miller: [realizes what Beak is talking about] Oh, I get it. You want to take credit for MY blueprint.
Bill: She was OUR thought and you know it.
Dr. Jonas Miller: Unrealized idea... unrealized.
Bill: [to Jo] Why can't we spend a normal day together?
Dusty: [seeing Bill for the showtime time in a long fourth dimension] The extreme! It'S THE EXTREME!
Bill: Oh, human being. Don't start that shit.
Jo: Have you lost your nervus?
Bill: Tighten your seatbelt.
Jo: Debris! We got droppings!
[Neb and Jo are in the shed hiding from the F5 tornado and bill sees water pipes coming out of the floor]
Bill: Hither! These pipes go down at least xxx feet, if nosotros anchor to them we might take a chance!
Dusty: [property onto the drivers side window] Fashionably tardily over again, eh Jonas? Fashionably tardily. Gimme osculation infant!
[kisses Eddies cheek]
Eddie: Get outta here!
Dusty: [laughing; points at Eddie equally they drive by] Loser! Move on!
Beltzer: Hey there professor, I call back I fixed it.
Jo: [dish sparks while standing on top of his van] Fuck me, this thing is useless!
Beltzer: Sorry, Jo.
Jo: [dish works] That's good!Thats Good! Beltzer get me a reading.
Beltzer: Hang on a 2d, boss lady, hold your horses. Which way you lot desire information technology, Jo?
Jo: Looks like the dry line has stalled. A sector browse of Westward North-Westward look for rotation and increase the PRF.
Dusty: [after showtime tornado, Dusty walks over to Jo'southward crashed truck while she's grabbing things out of it, laughing and noticing DOROTHY I still strapped in the bed, damaged] Well there's some adept news, it *did* fly. What was it like?
Jo: It was windy.
Dusty: Windy.
[snorts]
Dusty: That'south intense.
Jo: [before breaking one of the windows in her truck past kick information technology] All right, motion it, Dusty!
Dusty: [jokingly, raises his arms defensively] That'due south intense!
[last lines]
Allan Sanders: Hey Jo and Bill, check out that sky!
Jo: You know what? I think we've seen enough.
[turns and kisses Pecker]
Dusty: [while watching Jonas on television at 1000000's home at her dining table, eating steak and eggs] Oh God, he sucks.
Rabbit: Oh, shut up. Get him off.
[Bill turns off the televsion]
Jo: [nearly Jonas] He is so in love with himself. I thought it was only a summer thing.
Bill: Melissa? Oh honey!
Melissa: I ever idea you chased tornadoes! Deep down I thought it was simply a metaphor!
Neb: Christ, I'k sorry! I didn't know!
Rabbit: Find this road... it'due south like Bob's Route...
Pecker: [Rabbit is leading them through a field equally a short cut to get ahead of Jonas] This is a field, Rabbit.
Rabbit: I know, keep going beyond it, right through that brush. See that brush right in front of you?
Bill: Yeah we see the brush, what's beyond that?
Rabbit: Beyond what?
Jo: Beyond what? Beyond the brush!
Bill: The brush, a brick wall, a bearded lady, what?
Rabbit: Oh, um... it'southward the highway, it's the highway.
Jo: [the team seems to be heading into null just taller castor] Where's the road, Rabbit?
Allan Sanders: Yes where's the road man?
Rabbit: It should be any moment.
Neb: Lookout out!
[Without alarm, Jo almost slams right into Jonas's van as they reach the highway. The residuum of Jo'due south team likewise force much of Jonas'south caravan off the route]
Jason 'Preacher' Rowe: [Sarcastically] Hello! Shit.
[Watching Jo and Pecker approaching a tornado on a video photographic camera]
Dusty: They're in the bear muzzle!
Aunt 1000000: [Meg'southward firm has been hit past the tornado. Her dog is nonetheless within] Bill! Can you become Mose for me? I think he's a little shaken up.
Melissa: [before they shake hands] Uh... it was nice meeting you.
Aunt Meg: Too. You improve run.
Bill: [over radio] OK, Rabbit, time to impress me.
[Jonas is watching the doppler]
Dr. Jonas Miller: Looking good. Looking real good. Okay, about 4 miles downwardly hang a right, deploy and we'll exist done.
Eddie: Uh, Dr. Miller?
[Jonas looks up in time to see the twister change management]
Dr. Jonas Miller: Shit... shit! It'due south moving away! God!
Eddie: Looks like they're going to intercept.
[Jonas spots Beak's team moving in]
Dr. Jonas Miller: [Over radio] Dammit, Tony, I thought yous said this thing was gonna stay on the same heading!
[Seeing Jonas's squad arriving after the first tornado wrecks Jo's truck]
Rabbit: Hey, the car society's here.
Dr. Jonas Miller: Today, we're gonna brand history, and so stick around. 'Cause the days of sniffing the clay are over.
Laurence: Better than what *y'all* sniff.
Beak: Nosotros'll see who gets in that location first... "pal".
Dr. Jonas Miller: [to Neb] Oh, by the style. I really enjoy your weather reports.
[Jonas' crew laugh]
Nib: [runs at Jonas] You slime! I'm not through with you yet!
[Jo'due south coiffure pause upwardly the fight]
Laurence: [of Jonas] He'due south a corporate osculation-butt, man!
Allan Sanders: [to Rabbit subsequently the F4 twister hit the drive in and destroyed their truck along with Preacher's automobile] Oh man, look at the truck! It's trashed!
Dusty: The Extreme... It came from HIS brain!
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