Alain Charnier: Our American friends are becoming overcautious.
Pierre Nicoli, Hit Man: What about our timetable?
Alain Charnier: We MUST follow it.
Pierre Nicoli, Hit Man: But will they?
Alain Charnier: I don't know. Boca's scared. He sees policemen in his soup.
Pierre Nicoli, Hit Man: He's not wrong.
Alain Charnier: The one who followed me on the subway, he's our biggest problem.
Pierre Nicoli, Hit Man: Let me handle him.
Alain Charnier: There'll be others.
Pierre Nicoli, Hit Man: So what? By Friday we'll be gone.

John McClane: Hey, can you pick locks?
Zeus: Is this one of those black things again?

Nothing lasts forever. We're part of the past. If we keep this up, the only way this ends for any of us is in a hole in the ground, and no one will give a shit.

Barney Ross

Major Tom Baxter: I want to talk to General Kramer.
General Hummel: You've been asked by an old friend.
Major Tom Baxter: Put him on the phone right now.
General Hummel: You're being ordered by a superior officer.
Major Tom Baxter: This is Major Baxter...!
General Hummel: [draws] Now you're being given your last chance by a man with a gun. Put the phone down.

It wouldn't be the Enterprise without a Sulu at the helm.


Matt Murdock: I know how you feel.
Elektra: You don't know how I feel. I want revenge.
Matt Murdock: Revenge won't make the pain go away. Trust me. I know.
Elektra: There's no place for me now.
Matt Murdock: Yes, there is. Stay. Stay with me, please.

I cannot change the future. You can.


Ethan Hunt: They're dead.
Eugene Kittridge: What? Who's dead?
Ethan Hunt: My team. My team is dead! They knew we were coming. They knew we were coming and the disk is gone.
Eugene Kittridge: Wait a minute...
Ethan Hunt: Did you hear me? The list is in the open.

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.

When all this is over, you'll go back home driving Carla and your baby insane in your beige Volvo. And I'll be dead, or back in prison, which is the same thing.

John Mason

Tie your neck bands on your right upper arm to tell friend from foe.


Jack Tanner: I think all the chemicals from that beauty salon have gotten to your head.
Mooney: It's a *day spa*, you fuck.
[Mooney hesitates a bit, then shows Tanner Ryan's Cell Phone, front facing Tanner's face]

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