Phil Hiton: ... Later, she cheated on college exams, had sexual relationships with two, sometimes three different men in a year. And then she met Mad Dog Ben Richards. Her confederate... Her LOVER! Amber Mendez: That was a lie! Damon Killian: Dear, dear, dear. Let's reunite these little lovebirds! GO!
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Ben Richards: Killian, here's your Subzero, now plain zero.
Ben Richards: Hey, Lighthead! Hey, Christmas Tree!
Ben Richards: I'm not into politics. I'm into survival.
Agent: Mr. Richards, I'm your court-appointed theatrical agent.
Ben Richards: Yeah, he was a real pain in the neck.
Ben Richards: I told Killian I'd be back. I wouldn't want to be a liar.
Damon Killian: What's the matter? Steroids make you deaf?
Damon Killian: Brenda, if that ass hole is mopping the floor tomorrow, you'll be mopping it for the rest of the week. Let's go!
Ben Richards: No. I won't kill a helpless human being. Not even sadistic scum... like you.
William Laughlin: Don't let us down. I don't want to be the only asshole in heaven, Ben.
Ben Richards: Women. Can't live with 'em, can't live... with 'em.
William Laughlin: I'm going somewhere, but not with you. Buzzsaw took care of my traveling arrangements.
Damon Killian: I want a kiss, now, a big kiss, but remember... no tongues.
Damon Killian: Who loves you and who do you love?
Amy: You're lucky he didn't kill you, too. Or rape you, then kill you. Or kill you, then rape you.
Ben Richards: If you're not ready to act, give me a break and shut up!
Damon Killian: It's all part of life's rich pattern, Brenda, and you better fucking get used to it.
Airport announcer: Flights to Tutuville and Mandelaburg are arriving on time...
Richards: See you guys at the 10-year prison reunion.
Damon Killian: They want ratings. l can get 10 points for his biceps alone.
Ben Richards: Killian, here's your Subzero, now plain zero.
Ben Richards: Hey, Lighthead! Hey, Christmas Tree!
Ben Richards: I'm not into politics. I'm into survival.
Agent: Mr. Richards, I'm your court-appointed theatrical agent.
Ben Richards: Yeah, he was a real pain in the neck.
Damon Killian: What's the matter? Steroids make you deaf?
Ben Richards: I told Killian I'd be back. I wouldn't want to be a liar.
William Laughlin: Don't let us down. I don't want to be the only asshole in heaven, Ben.
Damon Killian: Brenda, if that ass hole is mopping the floor tomorrow, you'll be mopping it for the rest of the week. Let's go!
Ben Richards: Well, that hit the spot.
Ben Richards: No. I won't kill a helpless human being. Not even sadistic scum... like you.
Ben Richards: Women. Can't live with 'em, can't live... with 'em.
Damon Killian: I want a kiss, now, a big kiss, but remember... no tongues.
Damon Killian: Who loves you and who do you love?
Amy: You're lucky he didn't kill you, too. Or rape you, then kill you. Or kill you, then rape you.
Ben Richards: If you're not ready to act, give me a break and shut up!
Ben Richards: Hey, Lighthead! Hey, Christmas Tree!
Ben Richards: Yeah, he was a real pain in the neck.
William Laughlin: Don't let us down. I don't want to be the only asshole in heaven, Ben.
Ben Richards: No. I won't kill a helpless human being. Not even sadistic scum... like you.
William Laughlin: I'm going somewhere, but not with you. Buzzsaw took care of my traveling arrangements.
Amber Mendez: Me and my big mouth. We should have taken the trip to Hawaii. Ben Richards: I had the shirt for it, but you fucked it up.
Damon Killian: There are still two crack stalkers out there. Dynamo and Fireball. Who do you think will make the next kill? Elderly Lady: Oh, boy. That's a tough one. Damon Killian: Come on. You can do it. Who do you think? Elderly Lady: Okay, I think the next kill will be made by... Ben Richards. Damon Killian: Agnes, Richards is a runner. You gotta pick a stalker. Elderly Lady: I can pick anyone I choose. And I choose... Ben Richards. That boy's one mean motherfucker.
Amber Mendez: I'm warning you, I get sick. Air sick, car sick. I'm gonna throw up all over you. Richards: Go ahead. Won't show on this shirt.
Ben Richards: Hello cutie pie, one of us is in deep trouble. Damon Killian: Sven, do you wanna talk to Mr. Richards? Damon Killian: Well? Sven: I've got to score some steroids.
Damon Killian: Huh? I... I know a stalker died! Well, it had to happen sooner or later! Damon Killian: Look, it is a contact sport, right? Yes, but you see, you guys at Justice. You cannot have it both ways. You want ratings. You want people in front of the television instead of picket lines. Well, you're not gonna get that with re-runs of Gilligan's Island. Damon Killian: Gilligan's Island. Damon Killian: Yeah. Yeah, the one with the boat.
Dynamo: Thought it was pretty funny out there in the zone. What's the matter now, bitch? Why aren't you laughing? Amber Mendez: Because there's nothing funny about a dickless moron with a battery up his ass.
Damon Killian: Hi, cutie pie. You know one of us is in deep trouble. You know who I am? Ben Richards: I've seen you before. You're the asshole on TV. Damon Killian: That's funny. I was going to say the same thing about you.
Amber Mendez: They think I'm your girlfriend. Ben Richards: I can straighten that out. See that camera up there? I'll strangle you in front of the whole audience.
Tony: The Justice Department's calling every ten minutes. Damon Killian: Just give them an evasive answer. Tell them to go fuck themselves.
Damon Killian: And that's why I'd like you to volunteer to appear on tomorrow night's episode of The Running Man. Ben Richards: Fuck you! Damon Killian: You're a brilliant conversationalist, Ben. A trifle limited, but brilliant.
Harold Weiss: We can jam the network once we find the uplink to the satellite. Then we'll broadcast the truth. Ben Richards: Truth? Hasn't been very popular lately.
Damon Killian: Oh, thank you. You're beautiful. Well, it's been an exciting show so far, right? We've had shocks. We've had surprises. And we thought, why not one more surprise? Damon Killian: Will you please help me welcome our mystery contestant: Miss Amber Mendez! Amber Mendez: Let me go! Damon Killian: Amber. Amber! Now I understand that you're single, Amber, and that you live on the West Side. And not surprisingly, she's flaunted the law and traditional morality all of her life. Amber Mendez: Go ahead. Tell some lies about me now. Damon Killian: We don't lie. Phil, tell us all about her.
Ben Richards: Killian, here is Subzero! Now, plain zero!
Damon Killian: There are still two crack stalkers out there. Dynamo and Fireball. Who do you think will make the next kill? Elderly Lady: Oh, boy. That's a tough one. Damon Killian: Come on. You can do it. Who do you think? Elderly Lady: Okay, I think the next kill will be made by... Ben Richards. Damon Killian: Hold it, hold it, Agnes, Richards is a runner. You gotta pick a stalker. Elderly Lady: I can pick anyone I choose. And I choose... Ben Richards. That boy's one mean motherfucker. Man: Two hundred dollars on Richards! Come on, two hundred on Richards! Two hundred on Richards!
Harold Weiss: Sure glad we took care of Subzero! Ben Richards: Yeah, he was a real pain in the neck!
Phil Hiton: ... Later, she cheated on college exams, had sexual relationships with two, sometimes three different men in a year. And then she met Mad Dog Ben Richards. Her confederate... Her LOVER! Amber Mendez: That was a lie! Damon Killian: Dear, dear, dear. Let's reunite these little lovebirds! GO!
Damon Killian: Brenda, if that asshole is mopping the floor tomorrow, you'll be mopping it for the rest of the week. Let's go!
Ben Richards: You can't live with them, and you can't live without them.
Ben Richards: Food riot in progress. Approximately 1800 civilians, no weapons are evident. Dispatcher: Proceed with plan Alpha. Eliminate anything moving. Ben Richards: I said the crowd is unarmed! There are a lot of women and children down there, all they want is food, for god's sake! Dispatcher: As you were, Richards. Proceed with plan alpha. All rioters must be eliminated. Ben Richards: The hell with you! I will not fire on helpless people! Abort mission, we return back to base. Dispatcher: Lieutenant Saunders, do you copy? Lieutenant Saunders: Yes sir. Dispatcher: Detain Richards and proceed as ordered.
Damon Killian: Get him out of here! What's the matter, steroids make you deaf? Get him out of here, now!
Tony: The Justice Department's calling every ten minutes. Damon Killian: Just give them an evasive answer. Tell them to go fuck themselves. You got my coffee?
