Vagtleder Nordsjælland:
Good job, Asger.

Vagtleder Nordsjælland:
Good job, Asger.
John Hancock: All of you people, blocking the intersection, you're all idiots.
Rail Crossing Crowd #1: You're the one that threw the dude's car at her. And what's with the train?
Rail Crossing Crowd #2: Why didn't you just go straight up in the air with the car? You've obviously injured that poor woman.
Rail Crossing Crowd #3: She's right. She should sue you.
John Hancock: Okay. Well, you should sue McDonald's, 'cause they fucked you up.
Colonel Mulholland:
The most important thing you take into battle, is the reason why.
James Bond:
[a device closes; cocks gun]
So you lived to die another day… Colonel.
Gustav Graves:
At last… I was beginning to think you would never guess.
James Bond:
Was it painful? The gene therapy.
Gustav Graves:
You couldn’t possibly imagine.
James Bond:
Oh, good. I’m glad to hear that.
Gustav Graves:
But there have been compensations, like you floating around in peril. Granting you life day by day just to see you get wise. It’s been fun.
James Bond:
Well, the fun is about to come to a dead end.
Noah Vosen: [in car, on cell phone] Perhaps we can arrange a meet.
Jason Bourne: Where are you now?
Noah Vosen: I'm sitting in my office.
Jason Bourne: I doubt that.
Noah Vosen: Why would you doubt that?
Jason Bourne: If you were in your office right now we'd be having this conversation face-to-face.
[Bourne hangs up]
Lt. Steven McCaffrey:
Look at him… That’s my brother goddammit!
John Connor: The devil's hands have been busy. What is it?
Kate Connor: It's real flesh and blood, though it seems to heal itself quickly. The heart is human and very powerful. The brain, too, but with a chip interface.
Marcus Wright: What have you done to me?
Kate Connor: It has a hybrid nervous system. One human cortex, one machine.
Marcus Wright: Blair, what have they done?
John Connor: Who built you?
Marcus Wright: My name is Marcus Wright.
John Connor: You think you're human?
Marcus Wright: I am human.
[Axel sees Rosewood with a huge pistol]
Axel Foley:
Yo, man! What’s that for?
Billy Rosewood:
After the shootout at the club, I figured I needed more firepower.
Axel Foley:
Yo man, we gotta talk, seriously. Who do you think you are, Clint Eastwood? Dirty Rosewood?
Davis Okoye:
Even assholes deserve a second chance.
Martha:
When I was six, I, uh, started to write letters of support to your parole board. But your parole was always denied, so I thought it was my fault that you were still in prison, because I wasn’t a good enough writer. Then, when I got older, I understood. You didn’t want to get out. So I stopped writing. I kept one of those letters. ”My dad is fun. Send him back home”.