Stanley Goodspeed: Listen, I think we got started off on the wrong foot. Stan Goodspeed, FBl. Uh - Let's talk music. Do you like the Elton John song, "Rocket Man"? Captain Darrow: I don't like soft-ass shit. Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, you - Oh, oh. Oh. Well, I only bring it up because, uh, it's you. You're the Rocket Man.
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Paul (hotel barber): Okay, I don't want to know nothing. I never saw you throw that gentleman off the balcony. All I care about is: are you happy with your haircut?
John Mason: Womack! Why am I not surprised, you piece of shit!
Stanley Goodspeed: Honey? Uh... You wanna know who really killed JFK?
John Mason: The Rock has become a tourist attraction?
Stanley Goodspeed: I love pressure. I eat it for breakfast.
Tourist: What kind of a fucked up tour is this?
General Hummel: You made a terrible mistake, and more of our brothers have died in vain. Damn you for forcing me into this position.
John Mason: I have a unique knowledge of this prison facility. I was formerly a guest here.
Private Cox: English prick. I tell you my old man was Irish?
Captain Frye: Me and my boys are cocked, locked and ready to rock.
Commander Anderson: Thank you very fucking much Mr. Mason, you've led us into a room with no exit.
Stanley Goodspeed: Glass or plastic, glass or plastic?
John Mason: In my day, we did it all with a snorkel and a pair of flippers.
Cable car conductor: We're gonna crash! Save yourselves! Oh, my baby!
Stanley Goodspeed: How do ya like how that shit works?
Stanley Goodspeed: Mason, the second you don't respect this, it kills you.
Womack: Watch it, you fuckhead! You're gonna pull my arm out!
Cable car conductor: Damn it! This sucks! Where's that son-of-a-bitch now? I'm gonna hunt him down! That motherfucker ain't safe nowhere!
John Mason: I'm fed up saving your ass. I'm amazed you ever got past puberty.
John Mason: I'm only borrowing your Hum-Vee!
John Mason: You know... you're almost the only evidence that I exist.
Private McCoy: I'll take pleasure in guttin' you, boy!
Stanley Goodspeed: Uh, yeah, okay, that's about the most awful thing I've ever seen.
Bob: Ladies and gentlemen, I, Ranger Bob, cordially invite you to become inmates of Alcatraz, temporarily of course.
Womack: Damn it, you're on a need-to-know basis, and you don't need to know.
Stanley Goodspeed: How, in the name of Zeus' butthole, did you get out of your cell?
Paul (hotel barber): Okay, I don't want to know nothing. I never saw you throw that gentleman off the balcony. All I care about is: are you happy with your haircut?
John Mason: Womack! Why am I not surprised, you piece of shit!
John Mason: Welcome to the Rock.
John Mason: The Rock has become a tourist attraction?
Stanley Goodspeed: I love pressure. I eat it for breakfast.
Tourist: What kind of a fucked up tour is this?
General Hummel: You made a terrible mistake, and more of our brothers have died in vain. Damn you for forcing me into this position.
Private Cox: English prick. I tell you my old man was Irish?
John Mason: I have a unique knowledge of this prison facility. I was formerly a guest here.
Paul (hotel barber): Okay, I don't want to know nothing. I never saw you throw that gentleman off the balcony. All I care about is: are you happy with your haircut?
John Mason: The Rock has become a tourist attraction?
Tourist: What kind of a fucked up tour is this?
John Mason: I have a unique knowledge of this prison facility. I was formerly a guest here.
Private Cox: English prick. I tell you my old man was Irish?
Stanley Goodspeed: Listen, I think we got started off on the wrong foot. Stan Goodspeed, FBl. Uh - Let's talk music. Do you like the Elton John song, "Rocket Man"? Captain Darrow: I don't like soft-ass shit. Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, you - Oh, oh. Oh. Well, I only bring it up because, uh, it's you. You're the Rocket Man.
John Mason: I want a suite, a shower, a shave, the feel of a suit. Stanley Goodspeed: May I also suggest a haircut? John Mason: Am I out of style? Stanley Goodspeed: Unless you're a 20 year old guitarist from Seattle. It's a grunge thing.
Agent Paxton: Mr. Mason, I'm Special Agent-in-Charge Ernest Paxton. John Mason: In charge of what? Fucking me over for another three decades? Agent Paxton: I don't know anything about your previous matters. We've brought you here because there's a situation that we think you can help us with. John Mason: And what might that be? I've been in jail longer than Nelson Mandela, so maybe you want me to run for president.
General Hummel: Major Anderson, if you have any concern for the lives of your men, you will order them to safety their weapons and place them on the deck. Agent Paxton: This is not happening... Commander Anderson: Sir, we know why you're out here. God knows, I agree with you. But like you, I swore to defend this country against all enemies, foreign, sir... and domestic. General, we've spilled the same blood in the same mud. And you know god damn well I can't give that order. Navy SEAL: We're dead! General Hummel: Your unit is covered from an elevated position, Commander. I'm not gonna ask you again. Don't do anything stupid. No-one has to die here. Commander Anderson: You men following the General: you're under oath as United States Marines, have you forgotten that? We all have shipmates we remember, some of them were shit on and pissed on by the Pentagon. But that doesn't give you the right to mutiny! General Hummel: You call it what you want! You're down there, we're up here! You walked into the wrong goddamn room, Commander!
John Mason: Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes. Stanley Goodspeed: "I fear the Greeks even when they bring gifts." John Mason: Ah, an educated man. John Mason: That, of course, rules out the possibility of you being a field agent.
Stanley Goodspeed: Stanley Goodspeed: Honey? Uh... You wanna know who really killed JFK?
Commander Anderson: Have you ever been in a combat situation before? Stanley Goodspeed: Define combat, sir. Commander Anderson: Shep? Lt. Shephard: An incursion underwater to re-take an impregnable fortress held by an elite team of U.S. Marines, in possession of eighty-one hostages and fifteen guided rockets loaded with V.X. poison gas. Stanley Goodspeed: Oh. In that case, no sir. Excuse me...
FBI Director Womack: Just clippers, no scissors. Paul the Hotel Barber: No scissors, you've got to be kidding me, no scissors. I mean, did they tell Picasso "no brush"? FBI Director Womack: With scissors, this man could kill you. John Mason: I can't cut off anyone's balls with a trimmer, now can I? Why don't we do this outside? Get some sun.
John Mason: What exactly does this stuff do? Stanley Goodspeed: If the rocket renders it aerosol, it could take out the entire city of people. John Mason: Really? And what happens if you drop one? Stanley Goodspeed: Happily, it'd just wipe out you and me. John Mason: How? Stanley Goodspeed: It's a cholinesterase inhibitor. Stops the brain from sending nerve messages down the spinal cord within thirty seconds. Any epidermal exposure or inhalation and you'll know. A twinge at the small of your back as the poison seizes your nervous system... Stanley Goodspeed: DO NOT MOVE THAT! Your muscles freeze, you can't breathe, you spasm so hard you break your own back and spit your guts out. But that's after your skin melts off. John Mason: My God... Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, I think we'd like God on our side at the moment, don't you?
Stanley Goodspeed: Why didn't you just tell them where the microfilm was and create a solution? John Mason: The moment they had the microfilm, they'd suicide me. Some solution.
Carla: You didn't mean what you just said, did you? Stanley Goodspeed: When? Carla: Just right now, when you were talking about bringing a child into the world, and having it be an act of cruelty. Stanley Goodspeed: I meant it at the time. Carla: Stanley, "at the time"? You said it seven and a half seconds ago! Stanley Goodspeed: Well... gosh, kind of a lot's happened since then.
Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: Three tours in Vietnam, Panama, Grenada, Desert Storm; three Purple Hearts, two Silver Stars and the Congressional Medal of - Jesus. This man is a hero. General Al Kramer: Well, I think "legend" might be a better description, Mr. Sinclair. Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: Well, now we can add kidnapping and extortion to his list of accolades. General Al Kramer: Mr. Sinclair, General Hummel is a man of honor.
Stanley Goodspeed: Mason, you all right? John Mason: Yes. Perfectly okay, you fucking idiot.
Stanley Goodspeed: "I'd take pleasure in guttin' you, boy. I'd take pleasure in guttin' you... boy." What is wrong with these people, huh? Mason? Don't you think there's a lot of, uh, a lot of anger flowing around this island? Kind of a pubescent volatility? Don't you think? A lotta angst, a lot of "I'm sixteen, I'm angry at my father" syndrome? I mean grow up! We're stuck on an island with a bunch of violence-for-pleasure-seeking psycophatic marines, SHAME-ON-THEM! Stanley Goodspeed: Anyway, I only got one chem round, and there's two left... Mason? John Mason: Yes, I'm here. I was just thinking how wonderful it was when the inmates weren't allowed to talk in here.
John Mason: I'm sure all this will make a great bed time story to tell your kid. Stanley Goodspeed: You're insane, Mason. The kid'll have nightmares. I'll spend all my money on shrinks.
Major Tom Baxter: We're asking them. We're asking them for a new deadline. General Hummel: Put the phone down. Major Tom Baxter: The men are falling apart! General Hummel: The men are Marines! Major Tom Baxter: Are they? Major Tom Baxter: I want to talk to General Kramer. General Hummel: You've been asked by an old friend. Major Tom Baxter: Put him on the phone right now. General Hummel: You're being ordered by a superior officer. Major Tom Baxter: This is Major Baxter...! General Hummel: Now you're being given your last chance by a man with a gun. Put the phone down.
Stanley Goodspeed: You mean I'm going out there, under the water? Womack: Well earlier today you wanted a gun. Now you're getting a gun and a wet suit.
John Mason: In my day, we did it all with a snorkel and a pair of flippers.
FBI Director Womack: Great job, Goodspeed. Agent Paxton: Why don't you throw in a trip to Tahiti while you're at it? FBI Agent: Okay, I'll deliver this to the Attorney General... FBI Director Womack: Ah, no. You'll give that to me, there's a car waiting outside for you, thank you. Stanley Goodspeed: That's a signed federal document, sir. Isn't that illegal? FBI Director Womack: You're not acquainted with the full facts, Goodspeed. Stanley Goodspeed: With all due respect, sir, I'd like clarification. I gave that man my word.
Captain Frye: You changed the coordinates, didn't you, General? General Hummel: That's affirmative, Captain. Sergeant Crisp: So now they think we're gutless, the feds? They think we won't actually do it? Captain Frye: They're going to come at us with everything they got. Air and sea. They're going to bomb our ass back to the Stone Age. Major Tom Baxter: They don't know we missed on purpose. Captain Frye: Great. We're not gutless, we're incompetent.
John Mason: I'm only borrowing your Hum-Vee!
Cable car conductor: We're gonna crash! Save yourselves! Oh, my baby!
General Hummel: I'm not about to kill 80,000 innocent people! Do you think I'm out of my fucking mind? We bluffed, they called it. The mission is over. Captain Frye: Who said anything about bluffing, General?
General Hummel: I miss you so much. General Hummel: There's something I've gotta do, Barb. Something I couldn't do while you were here. I tried. You know I tried everything, and I still don't have their attention. Let's hope this elevates their thinking. But whatever happens... General Hummel: ...please don't think less of me.
