I am your number one fan. There is nothing to worry about. You are going to be just fine. I am your number one fan.
What I can’t get my kadooza around is why they’re keeping you alive. Maybe they’re still living in a world where reasonable people can come to an arrangement. I would love that. I’m as reasonable as they come.[to Jamal]
There’s a whole lot wrong with me and very little right, but the thing that keeps me on the right side of the double yellow line, is knowing how to love one thing. And that’s you.[to Joy]
People in places like this will tell you the trash on the highway shoulder is all there is, and you should chase after that trash as it blows in the filthy wind, and they will try to make you one of them. They’ll say, “Oh, there’s no such thing as standards anymore,” and they will call that freedom. But it’s their freedom to make you trash, their trash. So they can use you, and own you, and throw you away.[to Joy]
Of course he will. I’m his number one fan.[Joy, about Paul Sheldon: We have to get him to dedicate a book to you.]
Now the time has come. I put two bullets in my gun. One for me, and one for you. Oh darling, it will be so beautiful.
MISERY IS ALIVE, MISERY IS ALIVE! OH, This whole house is going to be full of romance, OOOH, I AM GOING TO PUT ON MY LIBERACE RECORDS!