Gimme back my son!
Luke…I am your father.
<BOOM> Oh, I’m sorry. Did I break your concentration?
Morons. I’ve got morons on my team. Nobody is going to rob us going down the mountain. We have got no money going down the mountain. When we have got the money, on the way back, then you can sweat.
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.
By Gad, sir, you are a character. There’s never any telling what you’ll say or do next, except that it’s bound to be something astonishing.
Like I told my last wife, I says, “Honey, I never drive faster than I can see.” Besides that, it’s all in the reflexes.
See you on the road, skag. See you like we saw your friend, The Nightrider.
I’m going, I’m going ! I got the metal to the petal and the thing to the floor !
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
But there’s a spirit of camaraderie that exists between the men, like you find only in combat
maybe … or on a pro ball club in the heat of a pennant drive.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
You better flush your head, new guy. This isn’t about freedom. This is a slaughter. If I’m gonna get my balls blown off for a word, my word is “poontang”.
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Bunch of slack-jawed faggots around here! This stuff will make you a God damned sexual Tyrannosaurus…just like me.
Actually they can’t breed in the wild. Population control is one of our security precautions. There’s no unauthorized breeding in Jurassic Park.
Ya have to come, sonny. This is where we’re going. Paradise! Two thousand miles from here. Fresh water. Plenty of sunshine. Nothing to do but breed!
This place is awesome cause now I can finally get Hepatitis!
What happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas… …except herpes. That shit will come back with you.
Oh no… Space herpe.