Nicolas Cage: Castor Troy
Castor Troy : [during the shootout at the apartment] I don't know what I hate wearing worse: your face or your body. I mean I enjoy *boning* your wife, but let's face it, we both like it better the other way, yes? So why don't we trade back.
Sean Archer : You can't give back what you've taken from me.
Castor Troy : OK, then... plan B, why don't we just kill each other?
Castor Troy : Isn't this religious, ah yes. The eternal battle between good and evil, saint and sinners... but you're still not having any FUN!
[a faceless Castor Troy confronts Dr. Walsh after waking from a coma in his clinic]
Dr. Malcolm Walsh : What the hell is this?
Castor Troy : Doctor Walsh! I'm just enjoying some of your greatest hits here. I hope you don't mind: I partook of a few of your groovy painkillers. Oh, bravo. Bra-fucking-vo. Oh God, this is excellent. Bravo!
Dr. Malcolm Walsh : What do you want?
Castor Troy : Take one goddamn guess!
Sean Archer : [as Castor Troy] This is between us. Leave them out of it.
Castor Troy : [as Sean Archer] No. You should have left them out of it. Your son was an accident. I wanted to kill you. But, you took it too personally. Why couldn't you just kill yourself or let it go?
Sean Archer : [as Castor Troy] No father could.
Castor Troy : [as Sean Archer] No brother could either.
Sasha Hassler : [coming in] Neither could a sister.
Castor Troy : [to agent Winters as she poses as a flight attendant] Y'know, I could eat a peach for hours.
[Troy and Archer see each other for the first time with each other's faces]
Castor Troy : [grins] OOOEEEE, you're good lookin'! You're hot!
[cocks his head]
Castor Troy : It's like looking in a mirror, only not.
Sean Archer : Troy?
Castor Troy : Now that is between us. OK?
Sean Archer : But you were, were, uh...
Castor Troy : In a coma? Nothing like having your face cut off to disturb your sleep! Read the newspaper lately?
[shows him a newspaper article headlined "Deadly Inferno at Walsh Institute"]
Sean Archer : You killed them?
Castor Troy : Yeah well, beats paying the bill, huh? I mean, come on, uh, if a face lift costs five grand...
[shows Archer's wedding ring on his hand]
Castor Troy : ... SEE ANYTHING YOU LIKE?
[Cut to a shot of Miller, Dr. Walsh, and Tito, all bound and gagged, being doused with gasoline]
Sean Archer : [feeling a lump forming in his throat] Tito!
[In flashback, a hand drops a lit cigarette in a puddle of gasoline that quickly spreads towards the captives]
Castor Troy : I torched all the evidence that proves you're you, okay? So, wow! Looks like you're going to be in here for THE NEXT HUNDRED YEARS! Now, I have got to go. I've got a government job to abuse and a lonely wife to fuck! Whoops did I just say that? I'm sorry... make love to! God, I miss that face!
Sean Archer : [throws his hands around Castor's neck and tries to strangle him] DIIIIIIE! DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!
Castor Troy : [Both have each other at gun point after a shoot out in an airplane hanger] Wow. We have something in common. We both know our guns.
Sean Archer : What we don't have in common, is that I don't care if I live, and you do.
Castor Troy : Sean, that hurts. You're not having any fun, are you, Sean? Why don't you join us? Try Terrorism-for-hire, we can blow shit up, it's more FUN!
Sean Archer : Shut the fuck up!
Castor Troy : You watch your FUCKIN' MOUTH! I'm about to unleash the biblical plague "Hell-A" deserves. But I'll give this SHITHOLE a break if my brother and I walk.
Sean Archer : [Not believing what troy is saying] Bullshit.
Castor Troy : Oh, no? Oh, you think I'm bluffing, oh yeah. Maybe I am. But then maybe I'm NOT! Besides, what are you gonna do with me locked up? You'll drive your wife and kid crazy. Oh by the way, how is your daughter, Janie? Your darling peach, is she ripe yet...
[Making barking noises and pulls the trigger on the gun and realizes that he is out of bullets, and falls to his knees]
Castor Troy : Please don't shoot me, man. I'm scared, Sean.
[gets a knife]
Castor Troy : Well, I think you better pull the trigger, because I don't give a FUCK!
Castor Troy : I'm ready, Ready for the big ride, BABY!
Castor Troy : [to agent Winters as she poses as a flight attendant] If I were to send you flowers where would I... no, let me rephrase that. If I were to let you suck my tongue, would you be grateful?
Sean Archer : [to Eve] I was thinking the other day, I remember I once took a date out for surf and turf, not knowing she was a vegetarian, so she ate bread and broke her tooth on a rice seed, we drove around all night, looking for an all night dentist, and he was so drunk he fixed the wrong tooth, when I finally brought her home, even though it must've hurt like hell, you kissed me
Sean Archer : [holding onto Troy's neck, having him bent over] Die! Please God die!
Castor Troy : [whispering into a choir's girl's ear] I never really enjoyed the Messiah, in fact, I think it's fucking boring. But your voice makes even hack like Handel seem like a genius.
[sings "Hallelujah" along with the choir, then grabs the girl's butt and orgasms]
Pollux Troy : [Not realizing that he is talking with Sean Archer with Troy's face] Not feeling very coordinated lately, are you?
Sean Archer : [Trying to act like Troy] Listen, bro. I am soooo fried. If the psychos find out I'm this wacky we're both dead meat.
Pollux Troy : Shock treatment? What's the matter, did they operate?
[Pollux touches Archer's face]
Sean Archer : I was in a COMA! Jesus, you're still so frickin' paranoid! Aren't they giving you your medication in here?
Pollux Troy : What *was* my medication?
Sean Archer : [sighing in exasperation] Pollux, I hand-fed you those pills for years. Vivex! I haven't forgotten *that*.
Sean Archer : [beat] It's just everything else. My reflexes, my synapses, it's all like a...
Sean Archer : [beat] tab of bad Quantrax.
Sean Archer : [beat] I don't even know why that fucking Yeti jumped me the other day.
Pollux Troy : Dubov? You had a sex sandwich with his wife and his sister the night he was sent here.
Sean Archer : Well, that explains why he was so upset. We're gonna blow up L.A., bro. Ain't that cool?
Pollux Troy : Sure, rub my nose in it, why don't you. Ten million dollar design and those Militia nut jobs get to keep their cash.
Sean Archer : It's so fucking unfair! That bomb you built does deserve an audience. I mean, it's a work of art, it belongs in the Louvre.
Pollux Troy : Yes, it does. Oh well, I guess the L.A. Convention Center will just have to do.
Sean Archer : [rejoices as Pollux just revealed the location of the bomb] Thank you.
Pollux Troy : For what?
Sean Archer : Oh, bro. You are so fuckin' pathetic.
Sean Archer : I've said and done some things that made your life hard, I know
Sasha Hassler : How would you? when you left you never looked back
Sean Archer : I just know,
[Adam walks in]
Sean Archer : Sasha I'm not the same person you remember and for what it's worth I'm sorry,
Sean Archer : nice looking clothes
Sasha Hassler : Yeah, of course their yours
Sean Archer : [Adam walks in] nice looking kid too
Sasha Hassler : Yeah, of course, his yours too
Sean Archer : [in their bedroom] The last time I saw you was in this room, we had a fight when I said I had to go away again I spent the night in Mike's old bed, the assignment was to enter a federal prison as Castor Troy, just fucking insane, a special ops surgeon gave me Caster's face and somehow Castor came out of his coma and killed everybody who knew about the mission not before transforming into me,
[breaks the glass in Michael's picture frame and removes the photo]
Sean Archer : I know you don't believe a word I'm saying, well here's proof doctor your husband, me, my Sean's blood type O-negative Castor's AB
Fitch : So, once we kidnap "supercop", then what?
Sean Archer : [smiles enigmatically, moving his finger across his face] Tiny... surgery.
[Dietrich looks at "Castor" confused]
Sean Archer : l'd like to take his... his face... off. Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me, l have to use the little boy's wee-wee room.
[Sean stands and starts to walk away]
Dietrich : Cas...
[Sean turns back to Dietrich]
Dietrich : You wanna take his... face...
Sean Archer : [smiles widely] Yes. His face... off. Eyes...
[Sean slightly pinches Dietrich's nose]
Sean Archer : ...nose. Skin. lt's coming off.
[Sean walks away, leaving the others totally confused of his last words]
Dietrich : [mimicks Sean's gesture] The face... off.
Castor Troy : [while holding a gun to the pilot's head] Fly bitch!
Jamie Archer : HOLD IT!
Castor Troy : Good girl, Jamie. SHOOT HIM!
Sean Archer : Honey, don't listen to him. He's not your father.
[Archer's original voice]
Sean Archer : Hear my voice. I'M YOUR FATHER!
Castor Troy : Use your eyes, Jamie and shoot him!
Sean Archer : Don't shoot. Just don't...
Castor Troy : This scumbag, this SCUMBAG shot your BROTHER Jamie. SHOOT HIM!
[Jamie shoots Archer in the shoulder]
Castor Troy : [Repeated line] You watch your fuckin mouth!
[Troy awakens from his coma, and finds his face has been cut off]
Castor Troy : [into phone, slurred] Lars? It's me. Believe it! Someone took my... some *fucking*...
Castor Troy : But it's cool. We're gonna deal with it.
Castor Troy : Oh yes, we're gonna deal with it...