Lilly and John Smith

John Smith: You still haven't told me what gets you out of bed, Detective.

Lilly Rush: Tell me where Brenda is and I'll make sure you don't get the needle.

John Smith: Is it the rush you get from seeing dead people? Has to be a reason you became a homicide cop.

Lilly Rush: That what happens to you? When you kill 'em?

John Smith: Death's the only thing that's real. It's the purest thing you'll ever see.

Scotty Valens: You God now?

John Smith: Question is, what's that rush covering for you?

Scotty Valens: You seem to know a lot about it. Why don't you tell us?

John Smith: When there's one thing you hold onto, it takes on a special significance. And when that's taken away, you're left with nothing.

(....)

Scotty Valens: Chose women with something to live for.

Lilly Rush: Someone they loved.

John Smith: Not something you'd know about.

Lilly Rush: Must have driven you crazy. All the things they had. Not you, though.

John Smith: I edited their sloppy lives into something beautiful. I gave them a way to believe the delusions they were hanging onto.

Scotty Valens: Delusions? Look who's talking.

John Smith: What's on those videos isn't who they are. It's a charade. To give their lives meaning. Like the job gives your life meaning.

Scotty Valens: I've had it with your BS. Where's Brenda?

John Smith: Don't pretend you don't know what I mean, Detective.

Scotty Valens: Where'd you put her body, you freak?

Lilly Rush: No, I, I do. I know what you mean.

John Smith: Who are you when it's taken away? The job. No one. Like them.

(.....)

John Smith: Once hope is gone, dying is just a formality.

Scotty Valens: You sealed her in there alive?

John Smith: First, I took the door off its hinges. She was free to go, run. I wouldn't have stopped her.

Lilly Rush: But she wasn't looking for a way out anymore.

John Smith: Sounds like you're... familiar, Detective.