Bob Hauk: We'd make one hell of a team, Snake.
Snake Plissken: The name's Plissken.
Susan: What do you want, Harold?
Harold: What I've always wanted Susan, your heart.
Maureen Cutter, 'Mo': Speaking of which, you're home awfully early, aren't you? Couldn't you find a matron with a taste for gutter squalor?
The Gyro Captain: Lingerie. Oh, remember lingerie?
Truck Driver: Ah, fuckin' graduation day. They make a big deal out of it, like it was somethin' special or somethin'.
Virginia Wainwright: God, you've got a lot of nerve.
Etienne Vercures: That's not all I've got. Want to see?
Mrs. Harper: I don't see why you wanna waste your time with a guy who works in a filling station.
Amy Harper: It's a first date, Mama. We're not getting married.
Bob Boyle: Ann? Mommy says you're not dead. Is that true?
Sgt. Casper: Son of a bitch! You could've busted his jaw.
Simms: That's right.
Sgt. Casper: We want him to talk.
Cpl. Lonnie Reece: You almost knocked his mouth straight down to his ass.
Sgt. Casper: Jesus Christ, Simms! We've got to interrogate the man. Now how the hell is he gonna talk to us if you're gonna break his fuckin' jaw?
Simms: That's his fuckin' problem.
James Chan: The warrior is not a mountain goat. It is well to remember this.
Karen: You're crazy.
Eddy: Yeah, I know. Crazy for you.
Warren: There's nothing out there but God's little creatures, more scared of you than you are of them.
Morane: Let's get away from this heap of hicks.