Cape Fear

Get off the pants.
Sooner or later, he's gonna screw up.
The sheriff assured me
that they always do. He's an ex-con.

He's going to get the message
in no uncertain terms.

I'd still like to kill him.
How come you didn't join up with them?
You can tap.

You can tap dance.
I wanted to once, but I don't know...
-Son of a bitch.

-He's staring at you.
-What are you talking about?

What the hell are you doing?
Hot as a firecracker on the 4th of July.
-You're damn lucky to have her, boy.
-You son of a bitch.

Where did he go?
Watch my arm. It might be broke.
What's with you? You have no right
to be pushing me around like that.

I was just watching the parade.
I wasn't pranking on nobody.

What are you getting so upset about?
You're lucky I don't sue you.
All right.
-Settle down.
-I am settled down.

-What are you doing?
-It's nothing.

-Who was that?
-It's no one. Come on.

The fellow with the tie,
his wife took him away.

-I think he really hurt his arm.