Yeah, well… sometimes nothin’ can be a real cool hand.
What we have here is a failure to communicate!
English, Motherfucker, do you speak it?
Oh, stewardess! I speak jive.
C’est banana! Hahaha! Miam Miam! Huh?
Hm. Well, Mr. Gardner, I must admit that is one of the most refreshing and optimistic statements I’ve heard in a very, very long time.
That’s what I love about working for you. It’s a total freedom from hero worship. It’s very refreshing.
Let me know when your whole life goes up in smoke. Means it’s time for a promotion.
I earn a living fronting an organization that kills 1200 people a day. Twelve hundred people. We’re talking two jumbo jet plane loads of men, women and children. I mean, there’s Attila, Genghis… and me, Nick Naylor. The face of cigarettes, the Colonel Sanders of nicotine.
Assume the crash position.
Open the blast doors! Open the blast doors!
I’m not in the plane, I’m on the plane! Open the door!
It’s impossible, isn’t it? Oh my god, I feel so stupid! Can you imagine? A naked man crawling along the wing of an airplane at 35,000 feet?
Joey, have you ever seen a grown man naked?
I can make a hat, or I can make a brooch, or I can make a tetradactyl…
Why do I have a sense of impending disaster?
I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.
There’s only one way you can stop me from looking for Lucy, mister, and that’s kill me!
You’re going to die up there.
John will come for you and you will do nothing, because you can’t do nothing.