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T.V. Reporter: [to John Spartan] How can you justify destroying a $7 million dollar mini mall to rescue a girl whose ransom was only $25,000 dollars?
Little Girl: FUCK YOU, LADY!
John Spartan: Ha! Good answer!

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Lenina Huxley: I have, in fact, perused some newsreels in the Schwarzenegger Library, and the time that you took that car...
John Spartan: Hold it. The Schwarzenegger Library?
Lenina Huxley: Yes. The Schwarzenegger Presidential Library. Wasn't he an actor when you...?
John Spartan: Stop! He was President?

Lenina Huxley: Yes! Even though he was not born in this country, his popularity at the time caused the 61st Amendment which states...
John Spartan: I don't wanna know. President...

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John Spartan: [to machine on wall after finding out that they no longer use toilet paper] Thanks a lot you shit-brained, fuck-faced, ball breaking, duck fucking pain in the ass.
Moral Statute Machine: John Spartan, you are fined five credits for repeated violations of the verbal morality statute.
John Spartan: [grabbing the tickets]

So much for the seashells. See you in a few minutes.

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Demolition Man

Erwin: We're police officers! We're not trained to handle this kind of violence!

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[last lines]
John Spartan: But there's just one thing I wanna know...
Lenina Huxley: Hm?
John Spartan: How's that damn three seashell thing work?

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John Spartan: Bad aim, Blondie!
Simon Phoenix: Spartan? John Spartan? Aw shit, they let anybody into this century! What the hell you doing here?

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Lenina Huxley: He's finally matched his meet. You really licked his ass.
John Spartan: That's *met* his match and kicked... *kicked* his ass...

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John Spartan: Send a maniac to catch one.

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John Spartan: Is it cold in here, or is it just me?
Simon Phoenix: Good memory.

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Demolition Man

Boggle Guard: Mellow greetings. What seems to be your boggle?

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Demolition Man

[the voice-activated car that Spartan is riding in is malfunctioning]
John Spartan: Brake! Brake! Brake now, you Mickey Mouse-piece of shit!

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John Spartan: Hey Luke Skywalker, use the force.

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Demolition Man

Simon Phoenix: Simon says, "Die."

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[cops are singing along with "golden oldies": radio jingles]
John Spartan: Somebody put me back in the fridge.

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John Spartan: [whispering to Lenina] Look, I don't know if you guys know it, but uh... you're out of toilet paper.
Alfredo Garcia: [confused] Did... did you say toilet *paper*?
Lenina Huxley: Um... they used handfuls of wadded paper back in the 20th...
[Lenina, Alfredo, and Erwin all laugh]
John

Spartan: I'm happy that you're happy, but the place where you're supposed to have the toilet paper, you've got this little shelf with three seashells on it.
Erwin: He doesn't know how to use the three seashells!
[Erwin continues to laugh, then calms down]
Erwin: I can see how that could be confusing.

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Lenina Huxley: [Spartan encounters a burger grill in the underground world] Just don't ask them where the meat comes from.
John Spartan: Huxley, what's that supposed to mean?
Lenina Huxley: Do you see any cows around here, detective?
John Spartan: Que es este carne?
[What is this meat?]

Hamburger Stand Scrap: Este carne es de rata.
[This meat is from rats]
John Spartan: Rat? This is a rat burger?
[vendor nods]
John Spartan: Not bad! Matter of fact this is the best burger I've had in years!
Hamburger Stand Scrap: Gracias, Senor.
John Spartan: Prego. See ya

later.

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Demolition Man

Lenina Huxley: What you're telling me to do is violate a direct order. I'm supposed to take you back to the Cryo Prison.
John Spartan: Listen, Huxley. I just know okay. I'm gonna find Phoenix and I'm gonna put him on ice or that's where *I'm* gonna be. After that, I'm gonna turn all of my attention to that fuckin' Cacteau.
Lenina

Huxley: Enhance your calm, John Spartan.
John Spartan: Look, I'm tired of enhancing my calm.
Alfredo Garcia: [Seeing Spartan opening the pod to the depths of wasteland] Wait, you're opening the pod to the depths of wasteland?
John Spartan: The real reason why your citywide search didn't work is because Phoenix was in

an area that A: You can't monitor. B: You're afraid to go down and C: You don't give a shit about. Now, I'm going to find Phoenix and I'm gonna put him in a hurt locker. So, are you coming with me, or are you gonna arrest me?
Lenina Huxley: Okay. Let's go blow this guy.
John Spartan: [Annoyed] Away. Blow this guy *away*?
Lenina

Huxley: Whatever.

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Lenina Huxley: I was wondering if you would like to have sex?
John Spartan: [surprised] Here? With you? Now?
Lenina Huxley: [nervously, nodding] Mm-hmm.
John Spartan: Oh yeah.

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Simon Phoenix: Wait a minute, this is the future. Where are all the phaser guns?

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[after futuristic, contact-free "sex"]
John Spartan: Look, Huxley, why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Lenina Huxley: [stands up, shocked] Eeewww, disgusting! You mean... *fluid transfer*?