Movie Menus: "Grosse Point Blank"

Martin Blank (John Cusack) is headed home to Grosse Point for his reunion and he's a little nervous. Has he gained weight? Divorced already? Receding hairline? Nope. None of the above. It's partly because he'll likely run into his ex-girlfriend Debi (Minnie Driver), who he stood up on prom night, but mostly it’s because he's been working as a professional killer for the past decade and is worried he might not have anything in common with his former classmates. So, his angst is valid.

But on orders from his psychiatrist, Dr. Oatman (Alan Arkin), Martin decides to make the trip anyway and do a little self-reflection in an attempt to discover why he's been feeling a little anxious lately. It could be all the killing and stuff--but that's just a guess.

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Marcella: You can take care of business and stop by Grosse Pointe for your reunion...
Martin Blank: Look, Sgt. Pepper, I really need you to shut up about that.
Marcella: Sir, it's out of my hands. The gods want you to go back home and they want you to delete someone while you're there.

Martin Blank: I know the law, okay? But I don't want to be withholding; I'm very serious about this process.
[pause]
Martin Blank: And I know where you live.
Dr. Oatman: Oh, now see? That wasn't a nice thing to say; that wasn't designed to make me feel good. That's a...kind of a...not too subtle intimidation, and I, uh, get filled with anxiety when you talk about something like that.
Martin Blank: Come on, come on. I was just kidding, all right? The thought never crossed my mind.
Dr. Oatman: You did think of it, Martin! You thought it, and then you said it. And now, I'm left with the aftermath of that, thinking I gotta be creative in a really interesting way or Martin's gonna blow my brains out. You're holding me hostage. That's not right.

Mr. Grocer: Here's the new stuff, kid. Durazac 15, kid. It makes Prozac seem like decaf latte. Want some? I've got jars.
Martin Blank: I don't do that stuff anymore.
Mr. Grocer: Don't say "do it," because I don't "do it." I ingest it, on orders of my neurophysiologist.

Debi: You're a psychopath.
Martin Blank: No, no. Psychopaths kill for no reason. I kill for money--it's a job. That didn't come out right.