Jack: Here's to five miserable
months on the wagon, and all of the irrepairable harm its caused me.
Jack: Anything you say,
Lloyd...anything you say.
Jack: I think you hurt my head
real bad. I'm dizzy! I need a doctor!
Jack: Come out, come out!
Wherever you are!
Jack: It's a crock of shit.
Mr. Grady: My girls, sir, they
didn't care for the Overlook at first. One of them actually stole a pack of matches, and
tried to burn it down. But I, corrected them, sir. And when my wife tried to
prevent me from doing my duty, I corrected her.
Wendy: Stay Away!
Jack: Darling! Light of my life! I'm not gonna hurt you. You didn't
let me finish my sentence. I said, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just gonna bash your brains
in. I'm gonna bash 'em right the fuck in....haha!
Jack: Hi Lloyd! Been away! Now
Lloyd: Good evening, Mr. Torrence. It's good to see you.
Jack: It's good to be back Lloyd.
Lloyd: What'll it be, sir?
Jack: Hair of the dog that bit me.
Lloyd: Bourbon on the rocks.
Jack: That'll do it.
Wendy: Danny, what happened to
your neck? DANNY, what happened to your NECK? (Turns to Jack) You did this to him,
didn't you? You SON OF A BITCH! You did this to him! How could you?!
Jack: Let me explain something
to you. Whenever you come in here and interrupt me, you're breaking my
concentration....you're distracting me! And it will then take me time to get back to where
I was. Understand?
Jack: God, I'd give anything
for a drink.....even my goddamn soul, for a glass of beer.
Jack: I'm not being grouchy...I
just wanna finish my work.
Jack: Little pigs! Little pigs!
Let me come in! Not by the hair of your chinny-chin-chin! Then I'll huff! And I'll puff!
And I'll blow your house in!
Jack: Heeeere's Johnny!
Mr. Grady: I fear you will have
to deal with this matter in the harshest possible way Mr. Torrence. I fear, that is the
only thing to do.
Jack: There's nothing I look forward to with greater pleasure, Mr.
Mr. Grady: You'll give your word on that, will you Mr. Torrence?
Jack: I give you my word.