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Cameron Poe: [while holding a syringe] Well, Baby-O, it's not exactly mai-thais and yatzee out here but... let's do it!
Cameron Poe: [runs through hail of gunfire, explosions, etc]

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Baby O: I got a bad feelin', son. I'm feelin' like maybe I'm not supposed to make it.
Cameron Poe: You gonna make it.
Vince Larkin: [over radio] Cyrus Grissom, this is special agent Vince Larkin. We will shoot the plane down if you do not respond *now*.
Baby O: All I can think about is, like... there ain't no

God, like He don't exist.
[Poe gets up and starts walking away]
Baby O: Hey! Where you goin'?
Cameron Poe: I'm gonna show you God *does* exist.

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Larkin: [while in surveillance truck] Nathan Jones, A.K.A. Diamond Dog. Former general of the Black Guerillas. He blew up a meeting of the National Rifle Association saying, and I quote, "They represented the basest negativity of the white race." He wrote a book in prison called, "Reflections in a Diamond Eye." New York Times called it a wakeup call for the black community.

They're talking to Denzel for the movie.

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Pinball: The last Mohican is burning, man!

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Cyrus Grissom: [addressing the convicts on the plane] Someone alerted the authorities at Carson city, someone told them about our Lerner rendezvous, someone even killed poor Billy Bedlam. Now, could this all be coincidence? Perhaps. But then someone went and tied a rope to our plane. So, I ask you what is going on? And I answer. We have a traitor in our midst. Now how do we flush

a traitor?
[pulls guard Bishop out of her cell and puts his gun to her head]
Cyrus Grissom: I don't know but at the count of three I will find out who is on my team and who is not. That would be one, two...
Baby O: [pushes Poe out of the way as Poe was standing up to confess] Wait! It was me. It was me.
Cameron Poe:

Don't listen to him, man. T-The insulin, it made him crazy.
Cyrus Grissom: You have been near death the entire trip?
Baby O: Yeah, motherfucker, it was me.
Cameron Poe: Nah, he's-he's flipped out, man. He's nuts.
Baby O: That's pretty clever, huh, bitch?
[Cyrus shoots Baby O in the stomach]

Cameron Poe: Jesus!
Cyrus Grissom: [shouting] No, that's clever!

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Cameron Poe: [after killing Bedlam in self-defense in the belly of the plane, looking disappointed at Bedlam's corpse] Why couldn't you put the bunny back in the box?

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Pinball: How you doin', man? Pinball Parker. Armed robber, arsonist, dope fiend. Hey, I'm a hell of a nice guy, it's just I got caught.
Cameron Poe: [deadpan] Aw, shucks.

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Larkin: [while in the surveillance truck] Well, we told you today's flight would be special. That's William Bedford, aka "Billy Bedlam."
Agent Sims: The mass murderer?
Larkin: The same. He caught his wife in bed with another man. Left her alone, drove four towns over to his wife's family's house. Killed her parents, her brothers, her

sisters, even her dog.

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Vince Larkin: [desperately trying to start a truck during a fire fight between the prisoners and the national guard] Come on, you stinking piece of shit car!

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Johnny 23: [boasts that he got his nickname according to the number of women he raped] They'd call me Johnny 600 if they knew the truth.

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Cameron Poe: [on why he's going back to the plane while in the private jet hanger] I can't trade a friend's life for my own, Larkin, that's all.
Larkin: You got a friend on board? See, I knew I was right about you.

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Baby O: How am I doing, son?
Cameron Poe: You're doing fine.

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Cameron Poe: Yeah - but, like, at this new prison you're goin' to, who's gonna watch your back?
Baby O: God's got my back. You know what I'm sayin'?

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Cyrus Grissom: Before I kill you, Poe, I just wanted you to know that the last thing that little Casey Poe ever gets to smell will be my stinking breath.

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Billy Joe: [to Poe in a bar] Chicken shit. 'Cause of pussies like you we lost Vietnam. I'll tell you that.

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Guard Falzon: [searches Poe and finds his picture of his daughter] What's this shit?
Cameron Poe: That's my daughter.
Guard Falzon: Well, I don't care if it's the weeping mama o' Christ, there's no personal possessions on this airplane.
Cameron Poe: Just as long as you know, I'll be getting that back at some

point.
Guard Falzon: [raising his voice] Are you telling me what I'm gonna be doing here, numb nuts?

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Sally Can't Dance: What can I do?
Cyrus Grissom: Take this.
Cyrus Grissom: [hands Sally a gun and stuffs ammo down his dress]
Cyrus Grissom: Go into the boneyard, yeah? Anybody gets through, you scratch their eyes out.
Sally Can't Dance: You got it!