Straw Dogs Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1971
- 113 min
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where it's, uh, quiet...
have to come out of a bottle.
It isn't water that I drink
out of a bottle, sir.
Those two fellows will be up
to help you tomorrow.
[ Amy ]
Kitty.! [ Whistles ]
- You gonna have a crack at her, Norman?
- No.
Ten months inside
is enough for me.
- They got anything worth taking?
- Nope.
Except, uh...
these.
- You bloody fool.
- It was nothing.
She's got a dozen or more.
Full of perfume. [ Giggling ]
You like my trophy?
Bugger your trophy.
I want what was in 'em.
I could do with
some of that too, Normie.
Charlie Venner.
He had some of it years ago...
when she was here with her father.
Venner's a bloody liar...
and so are you.
d Tell her, smell her
Lock her in the cellar d
Kitty, kitty.
Where are you?
[ Whistling ] Kitty.
[ Whistles ]
Kitty, kitty.
Kitty, kitty.
Kitty, kitty, kitty.
Want a drink?
I can't find the cat.
Doesn't answer my call.
Do I?
You'd better.
Why did you hire
Charlie Venner?
I didn't. You did.
Kitty.
If she's in my study,
I'll kill her.
What?
Nothing.
That your daddy's chair?
Every chair is my daddy's chair.
I'm glad we came.
[ Giggles ]
- What are you doing?
- Kiss me.
Mmm.
[ Moans ]
- You're an animal.
- Mm-mmm.
Why'd you take my heater
out of the study?
Because it's going upstairs.
What happened?
[ Amy ]
It's not going upstairs.
It's freezing in there.
[ Sighs ]
[ Door Closes ]
[ Amy ] Hello.
I can see you're working at top speed.
[ Scutt ]
Is he in there studying?
[ Conversation Continues, Faint ]
- [ Giggling ]
- You'd better do something.
- My husband will think
all Englishmen are lazy.
- Let me help.
Hey!
[ Door Opens ]
[ Door Closes ]
[ Cawsey ]
Yeah, come on over here. This way.
[ Scutt ]
Watch your fingers, Chris.
What was so funny with them?
They just think
you're strange.
Why, because I'm American?
Mmm, no. No.
Just strange.
Do you think I'm strange?
Occasionally.
You act like you're 1 4.
I am.
Wanna try for 1 2?
How about eight?
I freak out for eight-year-olds.
- David?
-[ David ] Huh?
Will you please
get some lettuce?
Okay.
Oh, and fix
the damned toaster.
[ Sighs ]
What does she think
I'm doing here, playing games?
What is this,
grammar school?
Jesus Christ.
Uh, we're leavin' now,
Mr. Sumner.
- Mr. Riddaway be givin' us a lift.
- Fine.
Oh, I was just sayin'
to your missus...
that in a funny sort of way I feel
closer to rats than I do to people.
Even though I kill 'em for a living.
Their dying is my living.
Smell a rat, see a rat, kill a rat.
That's me, Chris Cawsey.
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