| Edgar Friendly: |
You got ball-balls cop, comin' down here after
the show you put on. |
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| Edgar Friendly: |
[A]ccording to Cocteau's plan, I'm the enemy,
'cause I like to think, I like to read. I'm into freedom of
speech, and freedom of choice. I'm the kinda guy that likes
to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder, "Gee, should I have the
T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecue ribs with the side-order
of gravy fries?" I want high cholesterol! I wanna eat bacon,
and butter, and buckets of cheese, okay?! I wanna smoke a
Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section!
I wanna run naked through the street, with green Jell-O all
over my body, reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly
may feel the need to, okay, pal? |
| ----- |
| Lenina Huxley: |
[A]nything not good for you is bad, hence,
illegal. Alcohol, caffeine, contact sports, meat . . . |
| John Spartan: |
Are you sh**ing me? |
| A computer: |
John Spartan, you are fined one credit for
a violation of the verbal morality statute. |
| John Spartan: |
What the Hell is that? |
| A computer: |
John Spartan, you are fined one credit . .
. |
| Lenina Huxley: |
Bad language, child play, gasoline, uneducational
toys, and anything spicy. Abortion is also illegal. But, then
again so is pregnancy, if you don't have a license. |
| ----- |
| Edgar Friendly: |
I've seen the future. You know what it is?
It's a 47-year-old virgin, sitting around in his beige pajamas,
drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing, "I'm an Oscar Meyer
wiener." |
| ----- |
| Edgar Friendly: |
I'm no leader. I do what I have to do--sometimes
people come with me. |
| ----- |
| John Spartan: |
Hurting people's not a good thing--well, sometimes
it is--but not when it's a bunch of people looking for something
to eat. |
| ----- |
| Simon Phoenix: |
I'm sorry to say that the world has become
a pussy-whipped, Brady Bunch version of itself--run by a bunch
of robed sissies. |
| ----- |
| Edgar Friendly: |
All I wanna do is bury Cocteau up to his neck
in sh**, and let him think happy-happy thoughts forever. |
| ----- |
| Edgar Friendly: |
You live up top, you live Cocteau's way: what
he wants, when he wants, how he wants. Your other choice,
come down here, maybe starve to death. |
| ----- |
| Simon Phoenix: |
[Y]ou can't take away people's right to be
assholes. |
| ----- |
| Edgar Friendly: |
You mean they thawed this guy out, just to
kill me? I'm flattered. |
| John Spartan: |
Don't be flattered, be frightened. |
| ----- |
| John Spartan: |
You're gonna regret this the rest of your life
. . . both seconds of it. |
| ----- |
| Zachary Lamb: |
He's evil in a way you've never read about.
He's a criminal the likes of which you have never seen. |
| ----- |
| Erwin: |
Greetings and salutations. Welcome to the emergency
line of the San Angeles Police Department. If you prefer an
automated response, press one, now. |
| ----- |
| John Spartan: |
I come out of cryoprison, and I'm Betsy-fu**in'
Ross. And, Phoenix comes out and he can access computers,
operate all vehicles, knows the location of every-damn-thing
in town, and is three times stronger than when he went in? |
| ----- |
| John Spartan: |
Send a maniac to catch a maniac. |
| ----- |
| Simon Phoenix: |
Don't worry, I'll get you with the next shot. |
| ----- |
| Simon Phoenix: |
Mellow greetings, sir. What's your boggle? |
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| ----- |
| Simon Phoenix: |
You're dead, Spartan. |
| John Spartan: |
Forgot to say, "Simon says." |
| ----- |
| Dr. Raymond Cocteau: |
Be well. |
| John Spartan: |
Be fu**ed! |
| ----- |
| Computer: |
You look great today! |
| Simon Phoenix: |
Yeah, well, I feel good, too. |
| ----- |
| Simon Phoenix: |
I must have done something right in a previous
life. Can't imagine what that could've been. |
| ----- |
| John Spartan: |
What happened? All of a sudden, this car turned
into a canoli. |
| ----- |
| Simon Phoenix: |
What, you guys don't have sarcasm anymore? |
| ----- |
| Simon Phoenix: |
Simon says: die. |
| ----- |
| Lenina Huxley: |
Simon Phoenix knows he has some competition.
He's finally matched his meat. You really licked his ass. |
| ----- |
| John Spartan: |
Hey, Luke Skywalker, use the force. |
| ----- |
| Lenina Huxley: |
[T]aco Bell was the only restaurant to survive
the Franchise Wars. |
| John Spartan: |
So? |
| Lenina Huxley: |
So, now all restaurants are Taco Bell. |
| ----- |
| Erwin: |
We're police officers! We're not trained to
handle this kind of violence. |
| ----- |
| Lenina Huxley: |
[Y]ou can take this job, and you can shovel
it. |
| ----- |
| Taco Bell patron: |
What would you say if I called you a brutish
fossil, symbolic of a decayed era, gratefully forgotten? |
| John Spartan: |
I don't know, thanks? |
| ----- |
| Simon Phoenix: |
Will you please kill him. He's pissing me off. |
| ----- |
| John Spartan: |
[I]t would be a waste of time to mug somebody
. . . unless he rips off someone's hand, and let's hope he
doesn't figure that one out. |
| ----- |
| A Reporter: |
How can you justify destroying a seven-million
dollar mini-mall, to rescue a girl who's ransom was only twenty-five-thousand
dollars? |
| A girl: |
Fu** you, lady! |
| John Spartan: |
Good answer. |
| ----- |
| Edgar Friendly: |
God, I love to hate this place. |
| ----- |
| Simon Phoenix: |
Simon says: bleed. |
| ----- |
| Lenina Huxley: |
Don't you think? |
| Warden William Smithers: |
I try not to. However, you're young, think
all you want. |
| ----- |
| Simon Phoenix: |
[T]his is the future. Where are all the phaser
guns? |
| ----- |
| Erwin: |
He doesn't know how to use the three sea shells. |
| ----- |
| John Spartan: |
Somebody put me back in the fridge. |
| ----- |
| John Spartan: |
I'll be subtle. I'm good at subtle. |
| ----- |
| Lenina Huxley: |
Let's go blow this guy. |
| John Spartan: |
Away. Blow this guy away! |
| ----- |
| Simon Phoenix: |
Damn, I'm possessed. Wonder if I can play the
accordion, too? |
| ----- |
| John Spartan: |
Last time, Phoenix: where are the hostages? |
| Simon Phoenix: |
To Hell with the hostages, this is between
you and me. |
| ----- |
| Simon Phoenix: |
So, let me get this right. They defrosted you,
just so you could lasso my piddly ass? Damn, you've been had! |
| ----- |
| Lenina Huxley: |
Look's like there's a new shepherd in town. |
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