HEAT’s script by Michael Mann

Scene Vincent Hanna and Justine Hanna Justine Hanna: I guess the earth shattered?

Vincent Hanna: So why didn't you let Bosko take you home?

Justine Hanna: I didn't wanna ruin their night too. What was it?

Vincent Hanna: You don't wanna know.

Justine Hanna: I'd like to know what's behind that grim look on your face.

Vincent Hanna: I don't do that. You know it. Let's go, come on.

Justine Hanna: You never told me I'd be excluded.

Vincent Hanna: I told you, when we hooked up, baby, that you were gonna have to share me with all the bad people and all the ugly events on this planet.

Justine Hanna: And I bought into that sharing. Because I love you. I love you fat, bald, money, no money, driving a bus - I don't care. But you have got to be present like a normal guy, some of the time. That's sharing. This is not sharing, this is left overs.

Vincent Hanna: Oh, I see, what I should do is, er, come home and say "Hi honey! Guess what? I walked into this house today, where this junkie asshole just fried his baby in a microwave, because it was crying too loud. So let me share that with you. Come on, let's share that, and in sharing it, we'll somehow, er, cathartically dispel all that heinous shit". Right?
Wrong. You know why ?

Justine Hanna: You prefer the normal routine. We fuck, then you lose the power of speech.

Vincent Hanna: I gotta hold on to my angst. I preserve it because I need it. It keeps me sharp, on the edge, where I gotta be.

Justine Hanna: You don't live with me, you live among the remains of dead people. You sift through the detritus, you read the terrain, you search for signs of passing, for the scent of your prey, and then you hunt them down. That's the only thing you're committed to. The rest is the mess you leave as you pass through.