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Stu: I have never done anything for anybody who couldn't do something for me. I string along an eager kid with promises I'll pay him money. I only keep him around because he looks up to me. Adam, if you're watching, don't be a publicist. You're too good for it. I lie in person and on the phone. I lie to my friends. I lie to newspapers and magazines who, who sell my lies to more

and more people. I am just a part of a big cycle of lies, I should be fuckin' president. I wear all this Italian shit because underneath I still feel like the Bronx. I think I need these clothes and this watch. My two thousand dollar watch is a fake and so am I. I've neglected the things I should have valued most. I valued this shit. I take off my wedding ring to call Pam. Kelly, that's Pam. Don't

blame her. I never told her I was married. And if I did she, she would have told me to go home. Kelly, looking at you now, I'm ashamed of myself. All right? I mean, I work so hard on this image, on Stu Shepherd, the asshole who refers to himself in the third person, that I only proved I should be alone. I have just been dressing up as something I'm not for so long, I'm so afraid no one will like

what's underneath. But here I am, just flesh and blood and weakness, and uh and I love you so fucking much. And, um, I take off this ring because it only reminds me of how I've failed you, and I don't, don't want to give you up. I want to make things better, but it may not be my choice anymore. You deserve better.

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[last lines]
The Caller: Nice shoes. Italian. You hung up, Stu. I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye. I feel bad about the pizza guy. But I couldn't miss seeing you and Kelly reunited. You don't have to thank me, nobody ever does. I just hope your newfound honesty lasts. Because if it doesn't, you'll be hearing from me.
Stu: [voice echoing,

gasping] Help. Help, help. Help.
The Caller: [voiceover] Isn't it funny? You hear a phone ring and it could be anybody. But a ringing phone has to be answered, doesn't it?
[whispers]
The Caller: Doesn't it?

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The Caller: You can't understand the pain of betrayal until you've been betrayed.

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The Caller: You'd shoot me if you had the chance, wouldn't you?
Stu: With a big fucking smile on my face.
The Caller: There's the spirit.

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The Caller: You're in this position because you're not telling the truth.
Stu: No, I'm in this fucking position because YOU HAVE A GUN!

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[Stu is not answering The Caller]
The Caller: Stu, don't do this. Please, come on. My sainted mother used to do this. She used to dish this out... Stu, please don't this. Stu, you're bringing back my unhappy childhood. Stu, talk to me, please! Talk to me! I can't take it Stu... Ahh!
[the Caller laughs]
The Caller: I'm kidding. I had a very

happy childhood.

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Stu: [to Caller] Stay the fuck out of this!
Capt. Ramey: Who do you keep talking to on the phone?
Stu: Nobody.
Capt. Ramey: Your ah... your friend, your parent, your lover? Who?
The Caller: Careful, Stuart. Careful.
Stu: My psychiatrist.
The

Caller: [laughs] Excellent! I should have thought of that.

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Felicia: Goddammit, man! You gone made me hurt my dick hand.
Stu: Ooooh! I'm sure you're just as good with the other hand.
[Caller starts laughing]
Stu: Go away!
Felicia: I'll be back, bitch!
[to cyclist]
Felicia: Get out of my way!
The Caller: I

was worried for you there, Stu. I thought she was going to poke an eye out with that... that *hand*.

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Stu: You shoot the guy, and I'm responsible?
The Caller: It looked that way from up here.
Stu: I don't know what I did to you, but whatever it was I'm glad. Alright, I wish it had been worse, I wish you had fucking died.
The Caller: Yes! Finally some honesty.

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[the Caller cocks his gun]
The Caller: Now doesn't that just torque your jaws? I love that. You know like in the movies just as the good guy is about to kill the bad guy, he cocks his gun. Now why didn't he have it cocked? Because that sound is scary. It's cool, isn't it?

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The Caller: Well, there is someone I'd like you to call.
Stu: Name it.
The Caller: Try the number you dialed when you first got into the booth.
[Stu laughs nervously]
Stu: I don't know what you're talking about, pal.
The Caller: No? Lucky you then, because I wrote it down. I can

see every number you pressed. Let's see if Pam is still at work.
Stu: No!
The Caller: Then I guess I'll have to do it.
Stu: Look, don't!
The Caller: Too late. It's already ringing. I'll put her on speaker so you can hear.
Stu: Yer fucking kiddin'!
The

Caller: Stu, I never kid.

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The Caller: If only you had dealt with the man decently, this might not have been necessary.
Stu: I offered him money. I offered him my watch.
The Caller: But not your respect, which is what he really wanted. You were dismissive just as you were to the nice pizza guy. You are guilty of inhumanity to your fellow man.

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The Caller: Come on, Stu! Don't you get the game yet?

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The Caller: This guy is getting on my nerves.

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Stu: So you'd just whack me for no particular reason?
The Caller: Oh, I've got plenty of reasons. And you keep giving me more.

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The Caller: What they don't know, we do to them in our minds, isn't that right?
Stu: You sick fuck!
The Caller: Perfect violation.

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Stu: You're not going to let us go. I know a thing or two about lies, and I know a thing or two about liars.
The Caller: Then why the confession?
Stu: [looks at Kelly] I didn't do it for you.

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Pizza Guy: [knocks on phone booth] 'Scuse me.
Stu: I'm tryna make a call here.
Pizza Guy: This is for you. Half pepperoni, half mushroom, extra crisp.
Stu: You ever heard of delivering a pizza to a fucking phone booth? I don't think so.
Pizza Guy: [Reads address label on Pizza]

Gentleman occupying phone booth, 53rd between Broadway and 8th.
Stu: It's a mistake.
Pizza Guy: What am I supposed to do with the pie? It's all paid for.
Stu: Homeless guy just ran the block, give him the pizza and say 'You can turn away from it but you can't make it go away', how's that?
Pizza Guy:

[Tries to open phone booth door] But, they always...
Stu: [Stu gets agitated] GET OFF THE FUCKING PIZZA ALRIGHT?
Pizza Guy: That language is uncalled for.
Stu: Holy shit. I'm sorry. Please return to sender. FUCK OFF! Here you go, $5, eat the pizza yourself, you look like you could use a good meal.

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Stu: You can see me right now?
The Caller: Uh-huh.
Stu: What am I doing?
[Stu scratches himself]
The Caller: You're scratching your ear. Now you're brushing your hair back.
[Stu gives the finger to the windows in the buildings around him]
The Caller: That isn't very nice,

Stu.
Stu: Did you call me Stu? Who's Stu? I don't know any Stu.
The Caller: Why, do you prefer Stuart?

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The Caller: And I wanted to fuck her.
Stu: And I wanted to sleep with her.
The Caller: No, and I wanted to fuck her. Say it. SAY IT!
Stu: And I wanted to fuck her. I'm sorry.
Kelly Shepard: Whatever you did, I don't care.
[sobbing]
Kelly Shepard: Please

just... come out of the booth, okay?
Stu: That's all I did. That's all I did, I'm sorry.
[to the Caller]
Stu: All right, I've done what you asked. That's it. I've had enough of this game.
The Caller: I haven't.
Stu: You said you'd let us go.
The Caller: I changed my mind.


Stu: You miserable fuck! You can't do this... you can't do this to me. I took all your shit... I did everything you fucking asked!
[the Caller starts laughing again]
Stu: All right, you lied to me. I've had enough of this game. I've fucking had enough. You go fuck yourself. Later.
[Hangs up]