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Running Man, The (1987)

Amber: I warn you I get sick. Car sick, air sick. And I'm going to throw up all over *you*. Richards: That's ok. On this shirt it wont show.

[Damon Killian is talking to the operator on the telephone] Damon Killian: Hello, this is Killian. Give me the Justice Department, Entertainment Division.

Ben Richards: Now I'm gonna untie you, and then you're gonna get dressed, and then you're gonna come with me. Amber: Oh yeah? But why should I? Ben Richards: Because I'm gonna say "please"... [Arnold tears up the bench Amber is tied to from the floor it was bolted to] Amber: Well, why didn't you say so?

Ben Richards: Killian! I'll be back! Damon Killian: Only in a rerun.

Damon Killian: You bastard! Drop dead! Ben Richards: I don't do requests.

Damon Killian: This is television, that's all it is. It has nothing to do with people, it's to do with ratings! For fifty years, we've told them what to eat, what to drink, what to wear... for Christ's sake, Ben, don't you understand? Americans love television. They wean their kids on it. Listen. They love game shows, they love wrestling, they love sports and violence. So what do we do? We give 'em *what they want*! We're number one, Ben, that's all that counts, believe me. I've been in the business for thirty years.

[Referring to dead bodies] Amber: They're running men. Last season's winners. Fireball: No. Last season's losers.

Ben Richards: I'm not into politics. I'm into survival.

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