Howard Payne: Be prepared. It's the Boy Scout marching song.
Harry Temple: You shot me, I can't believe it. They're giving
you a medal for shooting me, you little prick! Jack Traven:
Harry... you TOLD me to.
Harry: Guts'll get you so far, then they'll get you killed.
Harry: [Drunk] Well, I'm gonna go home, have some sex. Jack:
Harry, you're gonna go home and throw up. Harry: Well, that'll
be fun too.
Howard Payne: Jack, nothing tricky now. You know I'm on
top of you! DO NOT attempt to grow a brain!
Jack: Harry, there's enough C-4 on this thing to put a hole
in the world!
Jack: It's a game. If he gets the money he wins, if the
bus blows up he wins. Annie: What if you win? Jack: Then
tomorrow we'll play another one. Annie: But I'm not avalible
to drive tomorrow. Busy.
Ortiz: Just keep it steady. Annie: Oh, thanks for the tip,
Ortiz.
[After the elevator falls.] Elevator passenger: Jesus. Bob,
what button did you push?
Jack Traven: You're crazy! You're fuckin' crazy! Howard
Payne: NO! Poor people are crazy, Jack. I'm eccentric.
Swat Cop: Anything else that'll keep this elevator from
falling? Jack Traven: Yeah. The basement.
Jack Traven: Tell me again Harry, why did I take this job?
Harry Temple: Oh come on, thirty more years of this, you
get a tiny pension and a cheap gold watch. Jack Traven:
Cool.
Harry Temple: All right, pop quiz. Airport. Gunman with
one hostage. He's using her for cover; he's almost to a
plane. You're a hundred feet away. Jack? Jack Traven: Shoot
the hostage.
Howard Payne: Pop quiz, hotshot. There's a bomb on a bus.
Once the bus goes 50 miles an hour, the bomb is armed. If
it drops below 50, it blows up. What do you do? What do
you do?
Howard Payne: There will come a time, boy, when you'll wish
you never met me. Jack Traven: Mister, I'm already there.
Harry: I'm going to go home. Have some sex. Jack: Harry,
you're going to go home and puke. Harry: Yeah, well, that'll
be fun too.
Stephens: I'm such a yokel. There. I said it.
[Traven spots the explosive device (it's huge); Stephens
is relaying his observations by cel-phone.] Jack Traven:
Fuck me!! Stephens: "Oh, darn."
Helen: Are they going to help us? Stephens: Sure they are,
they're the police. Hey, your taxes are paying their salaries.
We die, they gotta take a pay cut.
[Jack is helped onto the bus after trying to defuse bomb]
Stephens: Did you have any luck with the bomb? Jack Traven:
Yeah, it didn't go off.
Jack: STOP! L.A.P.D! Get out of the car! Tuneman: Hey man,
this is MY car, I OWN this car, it's NOT stolen. Jack: It
is now. Move over.
Jack Traven: Miss, can you handle this bus? Annie: Oh sure.
It's just like driving a really big Pinto.
Stephens: [Dismayed] We're at the airport. Ortiz: Yeah,
so? Stephens: I already seen the airport.
Annie: So you're a cop, right? Jack: That's right. Annie:
Well, I should probably tell you that I'm taking the bus
because I had my driver's license revoked. Jack: What for?
Annie: Speeding.
[After remotely killing a hostage, then promptly hearing
about it on the TV news.] Howard Payne: Interactive TV,
Jack! Wave of the future - ha ha ha, huh?
Annie: What is that smell? Jack Traven: It's gas. Annie:
We're leaking gas?! Jack Traven: We are now. Annie: What,
you thought you needed another challenge or something?
[After surviving the bus explosion] Annie: You're not going
to get mushy on me, are you? Jack: Maybe. I might. Annie:
I hope not, 'cause you know, relationships that start under
intense circumstances, they never last. Jack: Oh yeah? Annie:
Yeah, I've done extensive study on this.
Ortiz: You're not too bright man, but ya got some big round
hairy cajones. Jack Traven: That's very gross Ortiz. Ortiz:
Huh, can't even pay him a compliment.
