Saw III

(Last words) Live or die, Jeff. Make our choice.

I want to play a game.

You don't remember me. Maybe you remember Timothy Young? He was the driver who killed my son. You gave him six months! Six months! People get more for fucking parking tickets!

Suffering? You haven't seen anything yet.

You fucking killed my son. Don't you fucking beg. Do you know who I am? I'm your fucking teacher, you motherfucker.

I forgive him! I forgive him!

You can try and take it off yourself. That could be tricky. Slightest knock in the wrong place could trigger it. I should know. I built it.

It's all bullshit. It's all a fucking lie. And I'm just a pawn in your stupid games.

Why don't you fucking tell me something that I don't know, you stupid cunt?!

My 20 second analysis without any medical equipment is that his brain is herniating.

[To Amanda in a flashback] Amanda. Do not be afraid. Your life has just begun.

Leave it to a doctor to find such a cold, clinical way of saying I'm dead man walking.

Every day, I wanted to to kill him. For three years I wanted to kill you. You know what? Maybe I am [a murderer].

That's exactly it! You didn't do anything!

Game over.

Death is a surprise party. Unless, of course, you're already dead on the inside.

Fix me, you motherfucker!

You fucking freak.

Eric Matthews learned nothing from your test. He was the same person he was when he arrested me. He framed me when he took me down.

The rules of our game have been very clear. You need to abide by those rules.