Danny Archer:
Sometimes I wonder… will God ever forgive us for what we’ve done to each other? Then I look around and I realize… God left this place a long time ago.

Danny Archer:
Sometimes I wonder… will God ever forgive us for what we’ve done to each other? Then I look around and I realize… God left this place a long time ago.
Poncho:
You’re hit, man. You’re bleedin’.
Blain:
I ain’t got time to bleed.
Poncho:
Oh… okay.
[Poncho shoots a bunch of grenades up to the top of the cliff]
Poncho:
You got time to duck?
[first lines]
Captor:
We have reason to believe you are not who you say you are, Mr. Parker. Your wife and son, Mr. Leonard Turner, CIA. I have men posted outside their door, back in Virginia, United States.
Leonard Turner:
Come again?
Captor:
For you to get this close, you must have friends, informants, collaborators, inside my organization. I want their names.
[hands him a pen]
Leonard Turner:
[begins writing]
Everybody?
Leonard Turner:
[suddenly stabs him with the pen and subdues everyone in the room]
You look so stupid with that pen in your neck.
Leonard Turner:
[pointing his own gun at him]
Don’t ever threaten my family again.
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.
Grant:
You’re the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.
John McClane:
Story of my life.
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.
Roy Miller:
Nobody follow us or I kill myself and then her!