Emma: You left my daughter alone? If you're not already dead, I'm going to fucking kill you.

Emma: You left my daughter alone? If you're not already dead, I'm going to fucking kill you.
Roman: This is crazy. We are not in Brazil. So we got cars flyin' in the air, on some 007 type shit? This is not what we do!
Tej Parker: Man you really gotta check that emotion. Your voice just went from Shaggy to Scooby Doo. This is not what we doooo roo roo!
Jail Binger:
I don’t like soldier boys.
Highway:
Say what?
Jail Binger:
If you wanna pop that puppy’s can you don’t have to grease him so hard, jarhead.
Highway:
Well, it sounds like you’re a man of experience.
Jail Binger:
What the hell’s that supposed to mean, grunge shit.
Highway:
It means: Be advised. I’m mean, nasty and tired. I eat concertina wire and piss napalm and I can put a round in a flea’s ass at 200 meters. So why don’t you go hump somebody else’s leg, mutt face, before I push yours in.
Jail Binger:
Ain’t gonna be so smart with your balls stuffed in your mouth, jarhead!
Highway:
[hands cigar to the young man]
Hang on to this, boy. I think war’s just been declared.
Robert Clayton Dean:
What the hell is happening?
Brill:
I blew up the building.
Robert Clayton Dean:
Why?
Brill:
Because you made a phone call.
Shrike:
I can remake you, just as I was remade.
Hester Shaw:
You’re going to kill me?
Shrike:
For a little while.
Dimitri:
Smell my neck.
Ray Warding:
Uh, I am truly the least qualified person to smell you.
Aubrey: What's your name?
Fat Amy: Fat Amy.
Aubrey: You call yourself Fat Amy?
Fat Amy: Yeah, so twig bitches like you don't do it behind my back.
Grant:
You’re the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.
John McClane:
Story of my life.
Ox:
Knock, knock!
Sergeant Moses Hightower:
Who’s there?
Ox:
Buu!
Sergeant Moses Hightower:
Buu, who?
Ox:
Quit crying! This will be over in a moment!
[Hightower lets go of Ox]
Sergeant Moses Hightower:
Fighting is one thing, but bad jokes is where I draw the line!
[Hightower hits Ox and knocks him out]
Annie Porter:
Jack, he was never the romantic type. For our anniversary he gives me pepper spray. PEPPER SPRAY. I think it’s perfume. I end up in the emergency room.