What kind of a fucked up tour is this?


John Mason: Are you sure you're ready for this?
Stanley Goodspeed: I'll do my best.
John Mason: Your best? Losers always whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen.
Stanley Goodspeed: Carla was the prom queen.
John Mason: Really?
Stanley Goodspeed: [cocks his gun] Yeah.

John Mason: I'm sure all this will make a great bed time story to tell your kid.
Stanley Goodspeed: You're insane, Mason. The kid'll have nightmares. I'll spend all my money on shrinks.

Stanley Goodspeed: You mean I'm going out there, under the water?
Womack: Earlier, you wanted a gun. Now you're getting a gun and a wet suit.

Stanley Goodspeed: I'm unarmed sir. I am unarmed, sir.
Womack: Where's your issue?
Stanley Goodspeed: I left in my, uh, in my... my sock drawer.
FBI Agent Hunt: A gun? For what? You're a chemical freak!
Stanley Goodspeed: Heh. A chemical superfreak, actually, but I still need a gun.
Agent Paxton: Give him a god damn gun.

Major Tom Baxter: I thought you weren't ready to kill.
General Hummel: I'm warmin' up.

Stanley Goodspeed: You enjoying this?
John Mason: Well, it's certainly more enjoyable than my average day... reading philosophy, avoiding gang rape in the washrooms... though, it's less of a problem these days. Maybe I'm losing my sex appeal.

Stanley Goodspeed: You've been around a lot of corpses. Is that normal?
John Mason: What, the feet thing?
Stanley Goodspeed: Yeah, the feet thing.
John Mason: Yeah, it happens.
Stanley Goodspeed: Well I'm having a hard time concentrating. Can you do something about it?
John Mason: Like what, kill him again?

I have a unique knowledge of this prison facility. I was formerly a guest here.

John Mason

You know, I like history too, and maybe when this is all over you and I can stop by the souvenir shop together but right now I just... I just wanna find some rockets!

Stanley Goodspeed

Agent Paxton: Mr. Mason, I'm Special Agent-in-Charge Ernest Paxton.
John Mason: In charge of what? Fucking me over for another three decades?
Agent Paxton: I don't know anything about your previous matters. We've brought you here because there's a situation that we think you can help us with.
John Mason: What might that be? I've been in jail longer than Nelson Mandela, so maybe you want me to run for president.

General Hummel: Remember Operation Desert Storm? Those surgical hits made by our smart bombs that were covered so well on CNN? It was my men on the ground that made those hits possible by lazing the targets. Twenty of those men were left to rot outside Baghdad after the conflict ended. No benefits were payed to their families. No medals conferred. These men died for their country and they weren't even given a goddamn military burial. This situation is unacceptable. You will transfer one hundred million dollars from Grand Cayman Red Sea trading company to an account I designate. From these funds, one million dollars will be paid to each of the 83 marines' families. The rest of the funds, I will disperse at my discretion. Do I make myself clear?
Womack: Except for the Red Sea Trading Company. What is that?
General Hummel: Identify yourself.
Womack: This is FBI Director Womack, General.
General Hummel: It's a slush-fund where the Pentagon keeps proceeds from illeagal arms deals...
General Al Kramer: Jesus, Frank, this is classified information!
General Hummel: You alert the media, I launch the gas. You refuse payment, I launch the gas. You've got 40 hours, until noon, day after tomorrow, to arrange transfer of the money. I am aware of your countermeasure. You know and I know it doesn't stand a chance. Hummel from Alcatraz, out.

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