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Grosse Pointe Blank

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Grosse Pointe Blank is a 1997 film about a troubled assassin who returns to his hometown for a contract, his ten-year high school reunion, and the girl he left behind.

Directed by George Armitage. Written by Tom Jankiewicz, D.V. DeVincentis, Steve Pink, and John Cusack.
Even A Hit Man Deserves A Second Shot! (taglines)

Martin Blank

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  • If I show up at your door, chances are you did something to bring me there.
  • I guess you could say I went west. You know, the way of Horatio Alger, Davy Crockett, the Donner Party...
  • When I left, I joined the army, and when I took the service exam my psych profile fit a certain... moral flexibility would be the only way to describe it... and I was loaned out to a CIA-sponsored program, and we sort of found each other. That's how it works.
  • I know what I do isn't... moral, per se...
  • Dr. Oatman, please pick up, pick up! It's Martin Blank! I, I'm standing where my, uh, living room was and it's not here because my house is gone and it's an Ultimart! You can never go home again, Oatman... but I guess you can shop there.
  • I just honestly don't know what I have in common with those people anymore... or with anyone, really. I mean, they'll all have husbands and wives and children and houses and dogs, and, you know, they'll have made themselves a part of something, and they can talk about what they do. And what am I going to say? "I killed the president of Paraguay with a fork. How've you been?"
  • [to himself, rehearsing] Hi! I'm Martin Blank, do you remember me? I'm not married, I don't have any kids, and I'd blow your head off if someone paid me enough.
  • A thousand innocent people get killed every day, but a millionaire's pet gets detonated and you're marked for life.

Debi Newberry

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  • Everybody's coming back to take stock of their lives. You know what I say? Leave your livestock alone.
  • If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it's... well... broken.
  • People say forgive and forget. Yeah, I don't know. I say forget about forgiving and just accept. And get the hell out of town.
  • Where are all the good men dead? In the heart or in the head?
  • [Martin gives Debi flowers] I'll go put these in some rubbing alcohol.

Mr. Grocer

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  • See, kid, this is what I'm talking about. We could be working together again, for God's sake. You know? Making big money, killing important people!
  • Hey, hey, bing bing bing bing bang! POPCORN!
  • Easy there, chief. I don't see hollow-point wound care on the menu.
  • Uh-oh! Smells like a wedding! You're breaking my heart down here, Blank! I can't aim through the tears!
  • Like I'm gonna put a bullet hole in your FUCKIN' forehead and I'm gonna FUCK the brain hole!

Others

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  • Marcella: Sir, it's out of my hands. The gods want you to go back home, and they want you to delete someone while you're there.
  • Paul Spericki: I'll see you at the "I've-Peaked-and-I'm-Kidding-Myself" party.
  • Agent Steve Lardner: You want to kill the good guy but not be the bad guy. It doesn't work like that. You've got to wait until the bad guy kills the good guy. Then when you kill the bad guy, you're the good guy.
  • Ultimart Clerk: [after the convenience store blows up] No, I'm NOT all right! I'm hurt, I'm pissed... I gotta find a new job!
  • Bob Destepello: You wanna do some blow?
  • Paul Spericki: Wow. Just looking for a little validation for my life but apparently came up SHORT!

Dialogue

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Martin Blank: Don't you think that maybe you're just upset because I told you what I do for a living, and you got upset and you're letting it interfere with our dynamic?
Dr. Oatman: Whoa. Martin. You didn't tell me what you did for a living...
Martin Blank: Yes, I did!
Dr. Oatman: You didn't tell me what you did for a living for four sessions. Then you told me. And I said, "I don't want to work with you any more." And yet, you come back each week at the same time. That's a difficulty for me. On top of that, if you've committed a crime or you're thinking about committing a crime, I have to tell the authorities.
Martin Blank: I know the law, okay? But I don't want to be withholding; I'm very serious about this process. [pause] And I know where you live.
Dr. Oatman: Oh, now see? That wasn't a nice thing to say; that wasn't designed to make me feel good. That's a... kind of a... not too subtle intimidation, and I, uh, get filled with anxiety when you talk about something like that.
Martin Blank: Come on, come on. I was just kidding, all right? The thought never crossed my mind.
Dr. Oatman: You did think of it, Martin! You thought it, and then you said it. And now, I'm left with the aftermath of that, thinking I gotta be creative in a really interesting way or Martin's gonna blow my brains out! You're holding me hostage. That's not right.
Martin's target: Whatever it is i'm doing that you don't like... I'll stop doing it.
Martin Blank: It's not me. [shoots him dead]
Martin Blank: Why are you so interested in me going to my high school reunion?
Marcella: I just find it amusing that you came from somewhere.
Marcella: You know, when you started getting invited to your ten year high school reunion, time is catching up.
Martin Blank: Are you talking about a sense of my own mortality or a fear of death?
Marcella: Well, I never really thought about it quite like that.
Martin Blank: Did you go to yours?
Marcella: Yes, I did. It was as if everyone swelled.
Dr. Oatman: Go see some old friends. Drink some punch, visit with what's-her-name. Don't kill anybody for a few days; see what it feels like.
Martin Blank: I'll give it a shot.
Dr. Oatman: No, don't give it a shot! Don't shoot anything!
Martin Blank: I'm a professional killer.
Paul Spericki: Do you have to do post-graduate work for that, or can you just jump right in?
Martin Blank: Debi's house.
Paul Spericki: Kinda crept up on you, didn't it?
Martin Blank: No, you drove us here.
Debi Newberry: So, is there a Mrs. Mysterio?
Martin Blank: No, but I have a cat.
Debi Newberry: It's not the same thing.
Martin Blank: Well, you don't know my cat. It's very demanding.
Debi Newberry: "It"? You don't know if it's a boy or a girl?
Martin Blank: I respect its privacy.
[Martin's secretary has discovered that several enemies are in town]
Marcella: [on phone] Sir, I'm becoming concerned for your safety.
Martin Blank: I have to go.
Marcella: Yeah, well, we all have to go sometime, sir, but we can choose when.
Martin Blank: Nobody chooses when.
Martin Blank: Whole grain pancakes and an egg-white omelette, please.
Waitress: What would you like in your omelette?
Martin Blank: Nothing in the omelette. Nothing at all.
Waitress: Well, that's not technically an omelette.
Martin Blank: Look, I don't want to get into a semantic argument about it, I just want the protein, all right?
Mr. Newberry: So, what have you been doing with your life?
Martin Blank: Um... professional killer.
Mr. Newberry: Oh, good for you! Growth industry.
Mr. Newberry: Did I have you figured wrong?
Martin Blank: I don't know; I mean, I hope so.
Mr. Newberry: I visualized you in a haze as one of those slacker, flannel-wearing, coffee-house misanthropes I've been seeing in Newsweek.
Martin Blank: No, no, no, I went the other road. Six figures, doing business with lead-pipe cruelty, mercenary sensibility. You know... sport sex, no real relationships. How about you, how have the years been treating you?
Mr. Newberry: Well, you know me, Martin; still the same old sell-out, exploiting the oppressed...
Martin Blank: Sure.
Mr. Newberry: "Oh what a piece of work is man, how noble..." Oh fuck it, let's have a drink and forget the whole damn thing.
[Heading in to the reunion]
Debi Newberry: I should have worn a skirt.
Martin Blank: I should have brought my gun.
Debi Newberry: What was that?
Martin Blank: Should be lots of fun!
Ken: I do divorce mainly, some property, some personal injury.
Martin Blank: Those all seem kinda related.
Debi Newberry: You're a psychopath!
Martin Blank: No, no, no, a psychopath kills for no reason. I kill for money. It's a job. That didn't come out right.
Martin Blank: You must have done some naughty shit there, Bart! There's a contract out on your life. I should know, I was hired to kill you. But I'm not going to do it. It's either because I'm in love with your daughter, or I have a newfound respect for life.
Mr. Grocer: [in pursuit in the next car] That punk is either in love with that guy's daughter, or he has a newfound respect for life!
[Debi's dad learns there's a contract on his life.]
Mr. Newberry: Design division wants me dead over a leaky sun roof? You want to kill me because of that?
Martin Blank: It's not ME! Why does everybody think it's personal?
Martin Blank: [at the end of a running gun battle] You don't need to answer right now, but Debi, will you marry me?
Mr. Newberry: [pokes his head up from the bathtub] You got my blessing!

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