Con Air Quotes

Local cop: [over the phone] We got a problem here with a corpse.
Larkin: [over the phone, Casey and Tricia in his office] Uh-huh.
Local cop: Yeah, it fell outta the sky. I don't think he's an astronaut.
Larkin: What's this got to do with me?
Local cop: It's got your name written all

over it.

Larkin: [tosses a folder onto a table while in the US Marshalls office] Here's the jacket on Cameron Poe. His wife's on the way here now. A U.S. Ranger, highly decorated. Did a litte hellraising when he was a kid, but nothing serious.
Duncan Malloy: Explain to me why any of this matters.
Larkin: Fact 1: we've got a plane up there

filled with killers, rapists, and thieves and we've got this guy Cameron Poe: in on an involuntary manslaughter beef, non-gang affiliated. He's a parolee hitching a ride home. Fact 2: Poe has a chance to get off the plane, doesn't do it. Why? Fact 3: our guard Falzon said a convict named Cameron Poe planted Sims's tape recorder on him.
[brightens]
Larkin: These are

interesting facts. You do the math on this... and we got an ally on that plane.

Guard Falzon: My, my. As I look around, I see a lot of celebrities among us. I see eleven Current Affairs, two Hard Copies and
[looking in Diamond Dog's cage]
Guard Falzon: a genuine Geraldo interviewee. But, I gotta tell you gentlemen, none of this impresses me. Becuase we have rules on this aircraft, and they're gonna be enforced. It's a lot like

kindergarten, you'll keep your hands to yourself, you'll keep the decibel level down, and if any of you should feel the need to scream, spit or bite, you'll get the treatment.
Con #2: [spits on Falzon's feet] Fuck you, pig.
Guard Falzon: [to the other guards] Gag and bag this Nazi muffin.
[hits the con and the other guards use tape and put a

breathable bag over his head]
Guard Falzon: See, this kinda thing puts me in a foul mood. These rules will be enforced. If there's a hint of trouble, if any of you so much as passes gas in my direction it offends my delicate nasal passages, your testicles will become my personal property.

Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones: [Holding 3 guards at gun point, singing] Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to carry me home...
Cameron Poe: What's going on here?
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones: It's time to off the pigs.
Cameron Poe: You can't.
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones: Why not?

Cameron Poe: They're hostages, we need them.
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones: [Points the gun at Poe] Now why the fuck do you care?
Cameron Poe: Hey, man. I can think of anything I'd like...
[Kicks the first guard]
Cameron Poe: ...better, than to put a...
[Kicks the second guard]

Cameron Poe: ...bullet, into the brain-base here of every one of these...
[Kicks the third guard]
Cameron Poe: FUCKERS! But the fact of the matter is how well do you know this Cindino? I don't know him that well, myself. Just what I read. Like how he firebombed that Senator's yacht with 2 of his cousins on board. Now, why would think he'd sweat about

eliminating some hired guns after they have served their purpose, now think about that.
Cyrus Grissom: [while pacing back and forth on the wing of the plane] What exactly are we discussing here?
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones: Poe don't want me to off the pigs.
Cyrus Grissom: [to Poe] Well, it's not difficult to surmise how Nathan

here feels about killing guards. And my own proclivities are, uh... well-known and, uh, often-lamented facts of penal lore. What I'm wonderin' is why you have any opinion about it at all.
Cameron Poe: Hey, Cyrus. It's your barbecue man, and it tastes good. But I was just explaining to Mr.
[Points to Diamond Dog]
Cameron Poe: "Dog" here that if

it was my barbecue, I would wait for that ol' jumbo jet in the sky before I start killing my only leverage.
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones: Shut the fuck up.
Cameron Poe: Don't you want to get high and get laid, shit.
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones: [Picks up a guard] Oh, fuck this.
Cyrus Grissom: [Seeing

Diamond Dog about to kill the guard] Put the gun down. Put the gun down, Nathan! Poe's right. We're going to plan B. We're going to get a tractor and a fuel truck, get everybody here, and we're going to dig the plane out.
[Poe winks at Diamond Dog]

Francisco Cindino: [in the cockpit of the plane] Don't they have a way of tracking these planes?
Swamp Thing: Oh, yeah. It's called a transponder. Every plane's got one, Cindino.
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones: [sarcastic] Swamp, where is the transponder?
Cyrus Grissom: [looks at the empty bay] Ah! Where, indeed?

[first lines]
Officer at Leaving Ceremony: Army Rangers have a proud history. Since the 1700s, Rangers have led the way in every major confrontation in which the United States has been involved. You men are a credit to that fine heritage, and I'm sorry to see you go. But you've served your country well, and you've displayed the ability to fight on to the Ranger objective

and complete its mission, never leaving behind a fallen comrade no matter what the odds or the enemy. I thank you. America thanks you. And I wish you luck wherever you go. And remember: Rangers lead the way.

[Baby-O calls guard Bishop to get insulin shot while on the prisoner transport bus]
Baby O: Hey, lady!
Guard Sally Bishop: Lady is a dog in a Walt Disney movie. My name is Bishop. Guard Bishop to you.
Baby O: Well, I gotta be gettin' my shot before we go gettin' on some aeroplane, Guard Bishop.
Guard Sally

Bishop: What's your name?
Baby O: O'Dell. They didn't give me my shot last night.
Guard Sally Bishop: Okay, you're diabetic? Alright, your insulin's on board. We'll give it to you in flight.