Dread Page #5
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- Year:
- 2009
- 108 min
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What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?
What is your strongest memory
of feeling fear?
My life is a labyrinth.
A map of its complexities is etched
on my face in 1,000 tiny expressions.
Waking up at night...
Thank you.
What's your strongest memory?
There is an answer in what we're doing,
a remedy that no f***ing medication
or quack therapy could ever compete with.
Potentially losing my mother.
Sometimes I get discouraged.
- That's bad.
- See, everybody's like that.
Maybe I'm not being clear enough.
Maybe I need to be honest with you
and tell you what I want.
What is it that you want?
I want your soul to open up for me.
Spread-eagled like a split beaver
so that I can gaze into its secrets.
Last one. I got some beer and sh*t,
but we really gotta cram the night
if we wanna get everything done.
- How many did you get?
- Six-pack.
You can't really have one.
They're all six for me.
Come on, give me a beer.
I'll be downstairs.
I'm gonna get set up, all right?
I was confined to a house
for the better part of 20 years.
It was my mother's house.
I was professionally diagnosed
with agoraphobia.
So, you would never leave the house.
How did you do anything
like get food or toilet paper?
Well, I was completely dependent
on my mother,
and I had developed a severe hatred for her.
She was the cause
of everything horrible in my life,
but she was my only friend.
She died when I was 21. Heart attack.
I never told anyone.
I didn't call anyone. I never had. I couldn't.
the neighbors noticed the smell, I guess,
and they came over
and called an ambulance.
After that, they came
and checked on me quite frequently.
It's a good thing they did, too,
because the day I tried to commit suicide
they found me.
Would you mind talking about that?
I cut my throat with a razor.
I was dead for five minutes.
But that's why I'm here.
Three years ago,
I could not step out of my house.
And now the world is at my feet,
and it's because when I came back,
I came back completely fearless.
You're a f***ing liar.
- Quaid.
- Excuse me?
You don't come in here and lie to me
and tell me you're f***ing fearless!
- Quaid, stop!
- Hey, what are you doing?
- Quaid!
- Quaid, what the f***?
- Get off of me.
- It's f***ing makeup.
You a**hole.
I thought it'd be good for my reel.
This isn't reality television!
Get the f*** out of here!
- F*** you!
- F*** you!
F*** you!
Have you completely lost
your f***ing mind?
You can't just attack someone like that.
- I was right, wasn't I?
- Who cares?
What's it to us?
I don't feel like getting arrested for assault.
"Who cares?"
"Who cares?"
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