It's a matter of opinion
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Benjamin O'Ryan:
[having sat across from Speck without his notice]
What's in the case? Harold Speck:
[looks up, startled]
I'm sorry? Benjamin O'Ryan:
You're always lugging that case around. I'm curious. What do you sell? Harold Speck:
I'm in restaurant supplies. I'm-I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. Benjamin O'Ryan:
You must travel a lot, huh? Whole country or just hereabouts? Harold Speck:
I-I don't mean to be rude, but, uh... Benjamin O'Ryan:
How's your wife feel about it? Harold Speck:
What? Benjamin O'Ryan:
She must get lonely, you gone all the time. Does she? Harold Speck:
Look, I... Benjamin O'Ryan:
Do YOU get lonely? You miss fucking her, Harold? Harold Speck:
Look, I don't know who you are, but you can't just sit down... Benjamin O'Ryan:
[holding a drawing up on the table for Speck to see]
Did it myself. Kind of a hobby. Take a look at these pictures, Harold, and you tell me if you see anything you want. I've got lots more. Would you like to see them? [He holds up another] Benjamin O'Ryan:
Tell me, those jokes about the traveling salesman and the farmer's daughter, are they true? [He holds up another; Speck goes white] Benjamin O'Ryan:
Here, this one's my *favorite*. Really says it all. Wouldn't you agree? Harold Speck:
You are sick. [Speck gets up from the table and leaves] Benjamin O'Ryan:
It's a matter of opinion
[having sat across from Speck without his notice]
What's in the case? Harold Speck:
[looks up, startled]
I'm sorry? Benjamin O'Ryan:
You're always lugging that case around. I'm curious. What do you sell? Harold Speck:
I'm in restaurant supplies. I'm-I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. Benjamin O'Ryan:
You must travel a lot, huh? Whole country or just hereabouts? Harold Speck:
I-I don't mean to be rude, but, uh... Benjamin O'Ryan:
How's your wife feel about it? Harold Speck:
What? Benjamin O'Ryan:
She must get lonely, you gone all the time. Does she? Harold Speck:
Look, I... Benjamin O'Ryan:
Do YOU get lonely? You miss fucking her, Harold? Harold Speck:
Look, I don't know who you are, but you can't just sit down... Benjamin O'Ryan:
[holding a drawing up on the table for Speck to see]
Did it myself. Kind of a hobby. Take a look at these pictures, Harold, and you tell me if you see anything you want. I've got lots more. Would you like to see them? [He holds up another] Benjamin O'Ryan:
Tell me, those jokes about the traveling salesman and the farmer's daughter, are they true? [He holds up another; Speck goes white] Benjamin O'Ryan:
Here, this one's my *favorite*. Really says it all. Wouldn't you agree? Harold Speck:
You are sick. [Speck gets up from the table and leaves] Benjamin O'Ryan:
It's a matter of opinion
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What She must get lonely
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You gone all the time Does she
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Look I Do you get lonely
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You miss fucking her Harold
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Look I don't know who you are but you can't just sit down
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Did it myself
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Kind of a hobby
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Take a look at these pictures Harold
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and you tell me if you see anything you want
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I've got lots more
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Would you like to see them
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Tell me those jokes about the traveling salesman
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and the farmer's daughter are they true
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Here This one's my favorite Ha
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Really says it all
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Wouldn't you agree
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You are sick
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It's a matter of opinion
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Movie Summary
A mysterious serial killer is hunting other serial killers, and one F.B.I. Agent suspects there may be more to the vigilante than they imagine.
