Kevin Dillon: Brian Flagg

The Blob

Brian Flagg

Brian Flagg: Listen to me, Briggs, think for a minute, do you suppose an army of guys in plastic suits show up every time a meteor falls?
Dr. Meddows: [about Brian] Shoot him, that's a direct order!
Brian Flagg: How do you think they got here so fast? How did they even know when to come?
Dr. Meddows: Shoot dammit shoot!
Brian Flagg: I'll tell ya how! That meteor is man-made! It's some kind of a germ warfare test they fucked up!

Dr. Meddows: Let Me tell you a story. Dinosaurs ruled our planet for millions of years and yet they died out almost over night. Why? The evidence suggests that a meteor fell to Earth carrying an alien bacteria.
Meg Penny: Plague? Is that what this whole thing is about?
Dr. Meddows: Prevention!
Brian Flagg: And you think that this meteor brought some kind of killer germ?
Dr. Meddows: It's something I've expected and prepared for all my life!
Brian Flagg: Your meteor brought something all right but if it's a germ, it's the biggest son of a bitch you've ever seen!

Meg Penny: Nobody believes me about what happened tonight.
Brian Flagg: What did happen?
Meg Penny: You were there, you saw!
Brian Flagg: All I saw was an old man with a funky hand, that's all I saw.
Meg Penny: The thing on that man's hand killed him and then it killed Paul, and whatever it is, it's getting bigger!
Brian Flagg: So you told the cops? Do you mind if I ask you a personal question? I know you're the homecoming queen type and all but are you strung out on something or what?
Meg Penny: [laughs] You're just the same.
Brian Flagg: What are you talking about?
Meg Penny: You act like you're different, you put on this big show, but you're just like everybody else in this town, you're full of SHIT, Flagg!

Brian Flagg: So, uh, Moss, how about the ratchet?
[Moss throws a skeptical look at him]
Brian Flagg: All right, maybe I'll put in a couple of hours over the weekend. Maybe that'll lighten things up a bit.
Moss Woodley: There's twelve sockets in that set. Twelve. And they better all be there when I get it back, too.
Brian Flagg: You got it, buddy. You got it. Thanks a lot, Moss. Hey, I owe you one.
Moss Woodley: You owe me too damn many.

Brian Flagg: [escaping the van being driven by government agents taking them back to town] You coming?
Meg Penny: Brian, I have to go back. My family's there, people that I care about.
Brian Flagg: I'm going. If you're smart, you'll come with me.
Meg Penny: Then go. Take care of yourself. It's the only thing you're really good at, isn't it?
Brian Flagg: No one else ever volunteered for the job.

Brian Flagg: It's locked.
Meg Penny: So what? Brian, what is with you? You're acting like a complete jerk.
Brian Flagg: I have a problem with authority figures.
Meg Penny: What are you doing?
Brian Flagg: I think we ought to get out of here. We ought to take my bike and blow this town. It's getting a little thick around here. Don't you think?
Meg Penny: That's crazy. These people are here to help us.
Brian Flagg: Come on Meg, we don't even know who they are. NASA, CIA, Royal Canadian Mounties, all I know is I saw a bunch of unmarked trucks back there, I think the whole thing stinks.

Brian Flagg: Are you coming?
Meg Penny: Brian, I have to go back, my family's there, people that I care about.
Brian Flagg: Well I'm going, and if you're smart you'll come with me.
Meg Penny: Then go. Take care of yourself. That's the only thing you're really good at, isn't it?

Paul Taylor: Hey, get in the car.
Brian Flagg: What for?
Paul Taylor: There's going to be a lot of explaining to do and you're part of it, now are you gonna get in the car, or am I going to make you get in?
Brian Flagg: What's the matter, Taylor? You worried about a little insurance claim on daddy's car, huh? Maybe I will come along, just to make sure you don't try pinning this whole thing on me.

Deputy Bill Briggs: Flagg! What are you doin' here boy?
Brian Flagg: The men from Glad here are showin' us how to keep our leftovers fresh.

Sheriff Herb Geller: Flagg, congratulations.
Brian Flagg: For what?
Sheriff Herb Geller: Well, I hear you have a birthday comin' up. No more juvie hall, right?
Brian Flagg: Yeah, right.
Sheriff Herb Geller: Now, you mess up now, and you're in the majors. I'll see you around, Flagg.

Brian Flagg: Moss, what's happenin'?
Moss Woodley: You look like hell.
Brian Flagg: Hey, it's a fashion statement, man.
Moss Woodley: Well, the only statement them clothes got to make is, "I look like hell".

Deputy Bill Briggs: [as Brian picks up an M16 rifle] Flagg! Drop it!
Brian Flagg: It's a lie! All of it!
Deputy Bill Briggs: I said, put it down. I'll blow you out of your shoes, boy.
Dr. Meddows: Shoot him.
Deputy Bill Briggs: [points his gun at Hargis and Meddows] Freeze, mister!
[Other scientists point their rifles in a Mexican standoff]
Deputy Bill Briggs: All right, hold on. Everybody... just lower your weapons.
Dr. Meddows: [pointing at Brian] He's infected! Contagious! He'll spread a plague through this place and kill all of you!
Brian Flagg: Listen to me, Briggs. Think for a minute. Do you suppose an army of guys in plastic suits show up every time a meteor falls?
Dr. Meddows: Shoot him. That's a direct order!
Brian Flagg: How do you think they got here so quick? How do they even know when to come?
Dr. Meddows: Shoot, damn it! Shoot!
Brian Flagg: I'll tell you how! That meteor is man-made! It's some kind of germ warfare test they fucked up!
Deputy Bill Briggs: [Meddows takes the rifle from Hargis] Don't try it!
[the blob grabs Meddows by the leg causing him to shoot the rifle in the air hitting Briggs in the shoulder the blob pulls drags Meddows down the manhole to his death]