Philip Haldiman: Denny

The Room

Denny

Denny: I gotta tell you something.
Johnny: Shoot, Denny.
Denny: It's about Lisa.
Johnny: Go on.
Denny: She's beautiful. She looks great in her red dress. I think I'm in love with her.
Johnny: Go on...

Lisa: Denny, look at me in the eyes and tell the truth. We're your friends.
Denny: I bought some drugs off of him. Things got mixed up. I didn't mean for this to happen!
Lisa: [crying] Denny...
Denny: I don't have them anymore!
Lisa: What kind of drugs, Denny?
Denny: It doesn't matter, I don't have them anymore!
Claudette: It doesn't matter? How in the hell did you get involved with drugs?
Lisa: Mom...
Claudette: What? Were you giving them to him, selling them to him? Where in the hell did you meet that man?
Lisa: [screaming] What kind of drugs do you take?
Denny: It's nothing like that!
Lisa: [screaming] What the hell is wrong with you?
Denny: I just needed some money to pay off some stuff!
Lisa: How much do you have to give him?
Claudette: This is not the way you make money!
Lisa: [screaming] How much?
Denny: [screaming] Stop ganging up on me!
Claudette: Well, it is time somebody ganged up on you for God's sake! A man like that! Where in the hell did you meet a man like that?
Denny: It doesn't matter!
Claudette: It matters a great deal! A man holds a gun on you! You almost got killed and you expect me to forget that happened?
Denny: You're not my fucking mother!
Claudette: [grabs Denny by the shirt] You listen, you little boy!
Lisa: No, stop! No!
[grabs and hugs Denny]
Claudette: Somebody had better do something around here!

Chris-R: Hey, Denny.
Denny: Chris-R. I've been lookin' for you.
Chris-R: Yeah, sure you have. You have my money, right?
Denny: Yeah. It's comin'. It'll be here in a few minutes.
Chris-R: What do you mean it's coming, Denny? Where's... my money?
Denny: Okay. Just- Just give me five minutes. Just give me five.
Chris-R: Five minutes? You want five fucking minutes, Denny? You know what? I haven't got five fucking minutes!
[Draws his gun, grabs Denny and pulls him towards the ground]
Chris-R: I'm gonna ask you again, Denny. Where's my money?
Denny: I don't have anything.
Chris-R: Where's my money, Denny? Where's my *fucking* money, Denny? What did you do with my fucking money?
Denny: I swear to God. It's coming.
Chris-R: Where's my fuckin' money, Denny?
Denny: Put the gun down!
[Johnny and Mark arrive, running to Denny to help him]
Chris-R: My fucking money! Where's my fucking money, Denny?
Johnny: What's with this guy?
Chris-R: Get off! You're fuckin' dead, Denny!
Lisa: What's going on here? Somebody help!
Johnny: Let's take him to the police.