Tremaine Alexander: Where I come from, cash rule everything around me. You heard that one, right?

Tremaine Alexander: Where I come from, cash rule everything around me. You heard that one, right?
[from trailer]
Daniel Lugo: [to a little boy] Don't eyeball me! I've seen your mother driving up and down these streets looking at me! I'll be your stepfather in about a week!
Liberty 24 Pilot: Blue Star… Air Force One is down!
Control Room [Blue Star]: Liberty 24 have you got the president?
[static]
Control Room [Blue Star]: Liberty, do you have the president?
Liberty 24 Pilot: Standby…
Liberty 24 crew member: [President Marshal is grabbed off the line and taken on board, a watching crew member on his ear set] … Liberty 24 is changing call sign, Liberty 24 is now Air Force One!
Jeffrey Allen: Walter? Detective Allen. First time being robbed? No fun, right?
Walter Sims: They got pictures of my family, my daughters, where we live, my daughters' school…
Jeffrey Allen: Walter, you're a bank manager. You should be smart enough to know that the monster has gone digital. Be careful what you insta-google-tweet-face.
Capt. Thaddeus Harris: Some dickhead is standing in my sun!
Sgt. Nick Lassard: Oh, Captain Harris! Hey, I didn't see you there. You know, I don't think we've been introduced. My name is Nick…
Capt. Thaddeus Harris: I don't care who you are, buttwipe. Just get out of my sun!
Sgt. Nick Lassard: Buttwipe?
Capt. Thaddeus Harris: Scram, sleazeball!
Sgt. Nick Lassard: Okay, fine.
[Leaves]
Sgt. Nick Lassard: Buttwipe, huh? Never heard that before.
Lt. Proctor: That was great, Sir!
Capt. Thaddeus Harris: Proctor?
Lt. Proctor: Yes, Sir?
Capt. Thaddeus Harris: Now you're in my sun.
Megan: I just shot a turkey and a man. Guess which one's dead.
Lieutenant Debbie Callahan: You had impressive moves for a cadet.
Cadet Nogata: Thank you. You see, it's a matter of the mind being mightier than the bosom.
Lieutenant Debbie Callahan: Interesting theory.
Frank: It's the same old story. Boy finds girl, boy loses girl, girl finds boy, boy forgets girl, boy remembers girl, girls dies in a tragic blimp accident over the Orange Bowl on New Year's Day.
Jane: Goodyear?
Frank: No, the worst.
Marshall: This shit is officially above my pay grade.
Boss: [Over the phone] I'm not gonna yell at you. Am I yelling? No… Because you're not someone even worthy of that. Because you didn't even have the fucking courtesy to talk to me about whatever the fuck fantasy you decided to spew all over me… So, let me ask, do you want to keep this job?
Jane: Yeah.
Boss: Okay… Then send me a fucking apology.