Face/Off Quotes

Castor Troy: [during the shootout at the apartment] I don't know what I hate wearing worse: your face or your body. I mean I enjoy *boning* your wife, but let's face it, we both like it better the other way, yes? So why don't we trade back.
Sean Archer: You can't give back what you've taken from me.
Castor Troy: OK, then... plan B,

why don't we just kill each other?

[a faceless Castor Troy confronts Dr. Walsh after waking from a coma in his clinic]
Dr. Malcolm Walsh: What the hell is this?
Castor Troy: Doctor Walsh! I'm just enjoying some of your greatest hits here. I hope you don't mind: I partook of a few of your groovy painkillers. Oh, bravo. Bra-fucking-vo. Oh God, this is excellent. Bravo!

Dr. Malcolm Walsh: What do you want?
Castor Troy: Take one goddamn guess!

[Troy and Archer see each other for the first time with each other's faces]
Castor Troy: [grins] OOOEEEE, you're good lookin'! You're hot!
[cocks his head]
Castor Troy: It's like looking in a mirror, only not.
Sean Archer: Troy?
Castor Troy: Now that is between us. OK?
Sean

Archer: But you were, were, uh...
Castor Troy: In a coma? Nothing like having your face cut off to disturb your sleep! Read the newspaper lately?
[shows him a newspaper article headlined "Deadly Inferno at Walsh Institute"]
Sean Archer: You killed them?
Castor Troy: Yeah well, beats paying the bill, huh? I

mean, come on, uh, if a face lift costs five grand...
[shows Archer's wedding ring on his hand]
Castor Troy: ... SEE ANYTHING YOU LIKE?
[Cut to a shot of Miller, Dr. Walsh, and Tito, all bound and gagged, being doused with gasoline]
Sean Archer: [feeling a lump forming in his throat] Tito!
[In flashback, a hand drops a lit

cigarette in a puddle of gasoline that quickly spreads towards the captives]
Castor Troy: I torched all the evidence that proves you're you, okay? So, wow! Looks like you're going to be in here for THE NEXT HUNDRED YEARS! Now, I have got to go. I've got a government job to abuse and a lonely wife to fuck! Whoops did I just say that? I'm sorry... make love to! God, I miss

that face!
Sean Archer: [throws his hands around Castor's neck and tries to strangle him] DIIIIIIE! DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!

Sean Archer: [as Castor Troy] This is between us. Leave them out of it.
Castor Troy: [as Sean Archer] No. You should have left them out of it. Your son was an accident. I wanted to kill you. But, you took it too personally. Why couldn't you just kill yourself or let it go?
Sean Archer: [as Castor Troy] No father could.

Castor Troy: [as Sean Archer] No brother could either.
Sasha Hassler: [coming in] Neither could a sister.

Wanda: You turned your beeper off.
Castor Troy: Yes, well... my son's birthday.
Wanda: Well, here's some poetic justice, sir... Castor Troy's dead.
Buzz: He got killed trying to escape from Erewhon.
Castor Troy: Where's his body? I want to see his body.
Wanda: It

hasn't been recovered yet.
Castor Troy: IT HASN'T BEEN *RECOVERED YET*? *Get the LAPD on this!*
Wanda: Even if he is alive, Castor isn't stupid enough to come back to the city.
Castor Troy: You must... you must trust me. He's already here.

Castor Troy: [Both have each other at gun point after a shoot out in an airplane hanger] Wow. We have something in common. We both know our guns.
Sean Archer: What we don't have in common, is that I don't care if I live, and you do.
Castor Troy: Sean, that hurts. You're not having any fun, are you, Sean? Why don't you join us? Try

Terrorism-for-hire, we can blow shit up, it's more FUN!
Sean Archer: Shut the fuck up!
Castor Troy: You watch your FUCKIN' MOUTH! I'm about to unleash the biblical plague "Hell-A" deserves. But I'll give this SHITHOLE a break if my brother and I walk.
Sean Archer: [Not believing what troy is saying] Bullshit.

Castor Troy: Oh, no? Oh, you think I'm bluffing, oh yeah. Maybe I am. But then maybe I'm NOT! Besides, what are you gonna do with me locked up? You'll drive your wife and kid crazy. Oh by the way, how is your daughter, Janie? Your darling peach, is she ripe yet...
[Making barking noises and pulls the trigger on the gun and realizes that he is out of bullets, and falls to

his knees]
Castor Troy: Please don't shoot me, man. I'm scared, Sean.
[gets a knife]
Castor Troy: Well, I think you better pull the trigger, because I don't give a FUCK!
[singing]
Castor Troy: I'm ready, Ready for the big ride, BABY!

Castor Troy: [after saving Archers daughter from help boyfriend raping her] Do you have protection?
Jamie Archer: Protection? You mean like condoms?
Castor Troy: [pulls out his switchblade] Protection. Next time, let Carl take his pants down, slip this in his thigh, twist it. So the wound won't close...
[gives her the knife]

Castor Troy: Go on, get out of here.
[Jamie leaves]
Castor Troy: I am the King!