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!
Etikettarkiv: Action
Triple 9
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.
Monster Hunter
Marshall: This shit is officially above my pay grade.
Allied
Marianne Beausejour: Je t'aime, Mon Québécois.
The Long Kiss Goodnight
Mitch Henessey: What I'm saying is, back when we first met, you were all like "Oh phooey, I burned the darn muffins." Now, you go into a bar, ten minutes later, sailors come runnin' out. What up with that?
White House Down
President Sawyer: Martin, as the President of the United States, this comes with the full weight, power and authority of my office. Fuck you.
Jack Reacher: Never Go Back
Samantha: When things get hairy, I just pick out the alpha guy.
Turner: And what? He's supposed to protect you?
Samantha: No, I give him shit. Strong guys don't hurt you. The weak guys do that. Strong guys always have little sisters. Or they want one. I don't know why, that's just how it is.
Jack Reacher
Jack Reacher: There are three things cops never do. They don't vote Democrat, they don't drive Cadillacs, and they never use personal vehicles.
French Connection – Lagens våldsamma män
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: You dumb guinea.
Buddy "Cloudy" Russo: How the hell did I know he had a knife.
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Never trust a nigger.
Buddy "Cloudy" Russo: He could have been white.
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Never trust anyone!
Oblivion
Jack Harper: How can man die better: than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods.
Sally: I created you, Jack. I am your god.
Jack Harper: Fuck you, Sally.