Sudden Death (1995)
[in the locker room]
Tyler McCord: Hey, that's Brad Tolliver! Dad, he doesn't have a rocking chair.
Tolliver: A what?
Tyler McCord: My dad said you should be sitting in a rocking chair instead of on the ice.
Baldwin: You're out of your mind.
Joshua Foss: Me? Ha! I'm not the one paying some neanderthal 40 million dollars to skate up and down a slab of ice.
Carla: [pulls trigger to shoot Emily, but her clip is empty] Fuck! You owe me a Mother's Day card.
Play-by-Play Announcer: It's so loud in here, I can barely hear myself think.
Color Commentator: You don't have to think, Mike. It's hockey.
Emily McCord: [on phone] Hello? Hello?
Darren McCord: Emily. Don't let him know it's me. I'll get you out. I'll take you home, I promise. Look around and tell me how many people are there.
Emily McCord: Twelve.
Joshua Foss: [takes phone from Emily] Well, wasn't that sweet? She included me, Tom. Now, you tell me what an AOP is or I'm gonna shoot this cute little pumpkin.
Darren McCord: Listen to me, listen good. If you touch her, you look at her cross-eyed, you lose.
Joshua Foss: [laughs] How do you figure that, fireman?
Darren McCord: Okay, here's the game and here are the rules. You've got your hostages and you've got your bombs, so you can get your money. I'm gonna try to stop you, but I don't want anyone to get hurt. You stop me, you win. I get your bombs, I win. That's the game I'm gonna play, you piece of shit. Now, if you touch her, the game's off. Then I'll come after you. You'll have to kill me in front of everybody in this arena. There will be panic and the Secret Service, SWAT, the fucking navy will have to come in here, then you don't get your money. You lose, pal.
Joshua Foss: Well, that's not bad for a civil servant. Oh, by the way, in the Secret Service, AOP is Assault on Principal. In this case, our esteemed Vice President.
Darren McCord: I don't give a shit.
Joshua Foss: Ohh, now Tom, come on. If we're gonna play, you got to play nice. So you go run your little ass off. I know where the bombs are so I know where you're going.
Darren McCord: Then come and get me.
Joshua Foss: [to a Secret Service Agent] I know just what you're thinking: evaluate the situation, calculate potential losses, and take appropriate action. Well, let me do that for you: situation is hopeless, losses would be... unacceptable, so the appropriate action is for you to do nothing and keep your fucking mouth shut.
Vice President: What do you want?
Joshua Foss: What do I want? World peace, an end to bigotry, and no more mini-malls. What am I gonna get? And I am gonna get it. That, boys and girls, is really hot.
Vice President: What is your objective?
Joshua Foss: My objective?
Joshua Foss: I get funny all over when you talk like that.
Play-by-Play Announcer: He hit his head on the ice. He hit it so hard that his kids will be born dizzy.
Darren McCord: Ça va?
Luc Robitaille: Bonjour!
Darren McCord: [in French] How are you going to do tonight?
Luc Robitaille: [in French] We're going to fuck them up.
Tyler McCord: Dad, what did he say?
Darren McCord: He thinks, uh... they're gonna win.
Joshua Foss: May I help you?
Hallmark: This is Matthew Hallmark, Secret Service. Put the Vice President on.
Joshua Foss: Hallmark?
Joshua Foss: Well... I see they care enough to send their very best.
Hallmark: Gee, I never heard that one before.
Vice President: [after Foss shoots an agent] That agent's name was Eddie Kaline. He has a five-year-old boy, a three-year-old little girl, and his wife's pregnant.
Joshua Foss: I'll send a card.
Darren McCord: [to Tyler] Don't move. If the building is falling down around you, you don't move!
McCord: [their last conversation, until the end of the movie] ... Don't you move. If you need to piss, you sit here and go in your pants; it'll serve you right. But, if the dome is falling down around your ass, *Don't move*! Understand?
Tyler: Sure, I'll remember.
Joshua Foss: [stopping a Secret Service Agent at gunpoint] Go ahead. Dead heroes get the best funerals.
Play-by-Play Announcer: Oh, stop the press! Stop the press!
Hallmark: Have you had any contact with the aggressors?
Darren McCord: I killed two. Is that contact?
Hickey: They haven't moved a dime. You, y'know, I - I don't think they believe you.
Joshua Foss: They are gonna sacrifice a life to test my will.
Joshua Foss: I'm truly disappointed. Nobody does anything these days 'cause it's right, they only do it if you make them. Would you like to vote on who gets the distinction of demonstrating my resolve?
Vice President: You're not giving them enough time. I told you it couldn't be done that quickly!
Joshua Foss: Oh, you watch how much they accomplish during the next period. Now, would you all agree that the mayor's wife's been most annoying?
Joshua Foss: The mayor has decided not to run for re-election.
Joshua Foss: Enough bombs have been planted in this building to stop all the clocks in the hemisphere.
Vice President: You'll die with us.
Joshua Foss: Could be.
Mrs. Baldwin: I don't think anyone with manicured fingernails wearing a ten-thousand-dollar wristwatch is planning on blowing himself up.
Joshua Foss: Fifteen-thousand-dollar wristwatch.
[walks over to her]
Joshua Foss: I'm not sure if I like you. When I make up my mind, you'll be the first to know.
Secret Service Agent: [a hostage is having some kind of seizure] Please. He needs a doctor.
Joshua Foss: [walks over and shoots the ailing hostage] Not anymore.
Vice President: You have no idea of the complexity...
Joshua Foss: I had an idea, I had *this* idea, and we are gonna make it work or we're gonna die trying. You will call the President, and on flash precedence priority, he will call the Secretary of State and the Secretary of the Treasury. Then banks will be notified, and the money will begin to move. Or it won't. And if it doesn't, when the game ends, everyone in this box and in this arena will die by explosion, fire and panic.
2nd Hostage: [in the Vice President's box-suite, one of Foss's hostages is having a seizure of some kind. Another hostage is examining the first] ... This man needs a doctor!
Joshua Foss: [walks over and guns down the ailing first hostage] ... Not anymore.