Sphere (1998)
Anybody else wonder who the hell opened that door?
Well I guess that’s what brains look like… Sort of like… Lasagna… Kind of… Okay, I’ll shut up now.
I was thinking how a man could spend thirty years in prison, and come out and forgive the men who
Terri likes to talk to me during sex. Last night she called me from the hotel.
It’s not about words.
The spirits don’t want you here.
I killed my own father, padre. I got no trouble killing you.