Imam: Because you do not believe in God does not mean God does not believe in - .
Riddick: Think someone could spend half their life in a slam with a horse bit in their mouth and not believe? Think he could start out in some liquor store trash bin with an umbilical cord wrapped around his neck and not believe? Got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely
believe in God... And I absolutely hate the fucker.
Jack: Where the hell can I get eyes like that?
Riddick: Gotta kill a few people.
Jack: 'Kay, I can do it.
Riddick: Then you got to get sent to a slam, where they tell you you'll never see daylight again. You dig up a doctor, and you pay him 20 menthol Kools to do a surgical shine job on your eyeballs.
Jack: So you can see who's sneaking up on you in the dark?
Riddick: Exactly.
[first lines]
Riddick: [voiceover] They say most of your brain shuts down in cryo-sleep. All but the primitive side, the animal side. No wonder I'm still awake. Transporting me with civilians. Sounded like 40, 40-plus. Heard an Arab voice. Some hoodoo holy man, probably on his way to New Mecca. But what route? What route? I smelt a woman. Sweat, boots, tool belt, leather.
Prospector type. Free settlers. And they only take the back roads. And here's my real problem. Mr. Johns... the blue-eyed devil. Planning on taking me back to slam... only this time he picked a ghost lane. A long time between stops. A long time for something to go wrong...
Riddick: [Fry is fighting with Riddick, who wants to leave Jack and Imam behind] Would die for them?
Fry: I would try for them!
Riddick: You didn't answer me.
Fry: Yes, Riddick. I would. I would die for them.
Riddick: [pulling off goggles] How interesting.
Johns: I thought I said no shivs.
Riddick: You mean this? This is just a personal grooming appliance.
Carolyn Fry: How much do you weigh, Johns?
William J. Johns: What's it matter, Carolyn?
Carolyn Fry: How much?
William J. Johns: Around 79 kilos, to be exact.
Carolyn Fry: 'Cause you're 79 kilos of gutless white meat, and that's why you can't think of a better plan.
Riddick: I know you don't prep your emergency ship unless there's a fuckin' emergency.
Jack: He's fuckin' right.
Johns: Hey, watch your mouth.
[after Johns is killed]
Jack: We're gonna lose everybody out here. We should've stayed at the ship.
Richard B. Riddick: He died fast, and if we have any choice about it, that's the way we all should go out.
[specifically to Jack]
Richard B. Riddick: Don't you cry for Johns. Don't you dare.