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"They somehow managed to get every freak and creep in the universe on this one plane, and then they somehow let them take it over, and then they somehow managed to stick us right smack in the middle."
"Now, what would my daughter think of me if I left you to be dishonored and die?"
"Put... the bunny... back in the box."
"Now why couldn't you put the bunny back in the box?"
"There's only two men I trust. One of 'em's me, and the other's not you."
"If this thing goes bad, Larkin, I'm afraid my daughter won't understand. If you see my wife again, you tell her I love her... she's my hummingbird. I just couldn't leave a fallen man behind."
"Well, Baby O, it's not exactly mai-tais and Yahtzee out here ó but let's do it."
"On any other day, that might seem strange."
"Just so's you know, Marshal Larkin, there's now three men I trust."
"Don't........treat.........women.........like.........that!"
"One girl... I drove through three states wearing her head as a hat."
"What if I told you 'insane' was working fifty hours a week in some office for fifty years at the end of which they tell you to piss off; ending up in some retirement village hoping to die before suffering the indignity of trying to make it to the toilet on time? Wouldn't you consider that to be insane?"
"He's a font of misplaced rage. Name your cliche: Mother held him too much or not enough, last picked at kickball, late-night sneaky uncle, whatever. Now he's so angry, moments of levity actually cause him pain... give him headaches. Happiness, for that gentleman, hurts."
"Define 'irony': a bunch of idiots dancing around on a plane, to a song made famous by a band that died in a plane crash."
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. I have the only gun on board. Welcome to Con Air."
"You know, the next time you choose a human shield, you're better off not picking a two-bit negro crack-head."
"Nothing makes me sadder than the agent lost his bladder in the... Ai-ai-airplane..."
"Love your work!"
"It's not difficult to surmise Nathan's feelings towards killing these guards; and my own proclivities are, uh, well-known and often-lamented facts of penal lore, but what I'm wondering is why you have any say in it at all?"
"Someone alerted the authorities at Carson City. Someone told them about our Lerner rendezvous. Someone even killed poor Billy Bedlam. Now, could this all be coincidence? Perhaps. Then someone went and tied a rope to our plane. So I ask you: what is going on? And I answer: we have a traitor in our midst. Now, how do we flush a traitor? I'm not sure but if we count to three I will find out who is on my team and who is not that would be one...two..."
"Make a move and the bunny gets it."
"Before I kill you, Poe, I want you to know that the last thing little Casey Poe ever gets to smell will be my stinking breath."
"According to my last phsyc evaluation.... yes"
"Well, of course you can't reach him! He's off saving the rain forest or recycling his sandals or some shit!"
"When this is over, so are you, you little prick!"
"'The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by observing its prisoners.' Dostoevsky said that, after doing a little time."
"If you can't trust a South American drug lord, who can you trust, huh?"
"Christ, they'll be slaughtered!"
"He caught his wife in bed with another man, left them alone, drove four towns over to his wife's family's house. Killed her parents, her brothers, her sisters, even her dog."
"They'd call me Johnny Six Hundred if they knew the truth."
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