Hawthorne: I wouldn't have thought bravery would be a problem for you.
Charles Remington: Well, you hope each time it won't be... But you never really know.
Louis: Men love to hate. It's what separates us from the females of the spieces. It's the natural law in Wild America.
Ethan Hunt: Can I ask you something, Kittridge? If you're dealing with a man who has crushed, shot, stabbed, and detonated five members of his own IMF team, how devastated do you think you're gonna make him by hauling Mom and Uncle Donald down to the county courthouse?
Coleman: Good God! He must be stopped.
General Rancor: Dick Steele couldn't stop me fifteen years ago, and all the Dicks you got won't stop me now.
Coleman: Well, apparently he hasn't, uh, seen the size of some of our newer members.
Rizzo: What's wrong?
Gonzo: It just feels so weird.
Rizzo: You mean that Mr. Arrow's dead?
Gonzo: Yeah, that... And my pants are filled with starfish.
Rizzo: You and your hobbies.
Joe Monday: Last I heard you were gonna have a talk with some fellas. Next thing I hear one of them's dead.
John Smith: The conversation kind of went downhill.
Tom Mullen: My son is dead, go to hell.
Blood: What the hell is this? What the fuck was this? I know that was Damien's motherfucking car.Damien that's your ass, Mr. Big cueball head motherfucker and Spryo you high yellow bitch! Come over here fucking with me and my people! What the fuck y'all standing around for huh, what the fuck is your problem. Yeah this mean's WAR motherfucker.
Xander Drax: Quill, would you please show Mr. Walker up to the observation deck and make him talk?
Sala: I claim the body when you're done.
Michael: I like it here, it's quiet. Nobody ever bothers a librarian.
Joe: The Martians have landed. They want our women.
Rem: Snipa on palm tree.
Benjamin Trace: I came to save you, Job.
Job: In here, I am the savior.
Riggi: Hey, clown boy! Get off my street.
Christopher Dubois: Wait a minute.
Riggi: Hey, Dubois, what are you sick in the head or something? Please, grow up, go get yourself some new and nice clothes and come to work for me.
Christopher Dubois: I don't work for nobody.
Riggi: It's too bad, Dubois, it's too bad, you're a wasted talent, but nuts case, you know that. Suit yourself.
Ilana Green: I get so damned apocalyptic when I drink.
Eddie Kasalivich: Doctor Sinclair and I ride together.
The President: Let's face it - he's dead.
Brazen: I agree.
Commander Mallory: Plissken's been dead so many times, I can't count them all. But he never stays down.
Alain Moreau: This is not your lucky day. Tell your boss to leave me the fuck alone.