Dr. Kyrie: Doctors are men who prescribe medicines of which they know little to cure diseases of which they know less for men of whom they know nothing at all.
Swan Rottmayer: [from trailer] Heh heh. You hit like a vegetarian!
Swan Rottmayer: [after detonating the prison, and Hobbes on fire] Have a lovely day... asshole!
Swan Rottmayer: You don't look that smart!
Breslin: You don't either!
Breslin: This can go two ways. You let me go, and I'll pretend this never happened. If you don't, I'll burn this fucking place to the ground on my way out.
[last lines]
Breslin: Why don't you and me have a very special dinner?
Abigail: I'll cook.
Breslin: Haven't I suffered enough?
Swan Rottmayer: Your mother was my favorite whore in Marrakech. Man, she knew how to polish a helmet!
Swan Rottmayer: Portos, don't get killed.
Breslin: If you say so.
Swan Rottmayer: Last time they killed a guy in there, they let his body rot for three days. Oh, and they cancelled the prison dance.
Breslin: Wouldn't wanna fuck up the prom.
Swan Rottmayer: If I don't get out, I will kill you.
Breslin: Fair enough.
Breslin: [Before detonating the prison] Boom!
Swan Rottmayer: Sometimes favors hurt.
Breslin: You're Manheim.
Breslin: Didn't see that coming.
Swan Rottmayer: You should've.
Breslin: Yeah.
Hobbes: No one gets off this ship! Shoot to kill.
Hush: Sleep tight, motherfucker.
Abigail: She's from the Agency.
Jessica Miller: The Central Intelligence Agency.
Hush: You're a spy?
Jessica Miller: Worse, I'm a lawyer.
Breslin: And you became my best friend.
Swan Rottmayer: You are not user-friendly.
Hobbes: No-one in. No-one out. Search every inch of this - - ing room!
Breslin: What am I, disoriented, is that it?
Hobbes: Yes, that must be it...
Hobbes: [after Rottmayer insults him repeatedly in German] Here's what you should know: I don't care. Sooner or later, you will Tell me what I want to know. It is inevitable. Like dying.
