Stanley Goodspeed Quotes
Stanley Goodspeed: You know how this shit works?
Captain Darrow: [draws his knife] You know how THIS shit works?
Stanley Goodspeed: Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Stan Goodspeed, FBI. Uh... let's talk music. Do you like the Elton John song "Rocket Man."
Captain Darrow: I don't like soft-ass shit!
Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, oh, you don't, oh... well, I only bring it up because, uh, it's you. You're the rocket man!
[He hits the firing switch, Darrow screams as the rocket takes off, spearing him in the chest]
Stanley Goodspeed: How do you like how THAT SHIT WORKS!?
Stanley Goodspeed: Shoot him, not the rockets!
John Mason: Any other news, professor?
Stanley Goodspeed: You're not leaving! There's a madman in there with his hand on a... ON A BUTTON!
John Mason: Shh!
John Mason: Some sniper's gonna get his ass.
Stanley Goodspeed: How'd you do it?
John Mason: Nurtured the hope that there was hope. That one day I'd breathe free air. Perhaps meet my daughter. Modest hopes, but they kept a man alive.
Stanley Goodspeed: Mason, you all right?
John Mason: [hanging upside down] Yes. Perfectly okay, you fucking idiot.
Agent Paxton: What's status?
Stanley Goodspeed: Status... is, they're dead. They're dead! It's just me and Mason, now he says he's leaving.
Agent Paxton: That is unacceptable, do you hear me? Unacceptable!
Stanley Goodspeed: Well, there's a problem sir, he's got a gun!
Agent Paxton: What do you have, a fuckin' water pistol?
Kid On Bike: Hey man, you just fucked up your Ferrari!
Stanley Goodspeed: It's not mine. Neither's this.
What do you say we cut the chit-chat, a-hole?
All right, I'll do it myself. I've had three weeks weapons training, I'll kick the... out of a platoon full of marines. No problem.
How, in the name of Zeus's butthole, did you get out of your cell?
John Mason: Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes.
Stanley Goodspeed: "I fear the Greeks even when they bring gifts."
John Mason: Ah, an educated man. That, of course, rules out the possibility of you being a field agent.
John Mason: What exactly does this stuff do?
Stanley Goodspeed: If the rocket renders it aerosol, it could take out the entire city of people.
John Mason: Really? And what happens if you drop one?
Stanley Goodspeed: Happily, it'd just wipe out you and me.
John Mason: How?
Stanley Goodspeed: It's a cholinesterase inhibitor. Stops the brain from sending nerve messages down the spinal cord within thirty seconds. Any epidermal exposure or inhalation and you'll know. A twinge at the small of your back as the poison seizes your nervous system...