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Johns: How's it look?
Riddick: Looks clear.
[Johns steps forward, and a creature flies out towards them. They duck and it flies into the night]
Johns: You said it was clear!
Riddick: I said it *looked* clear.
Johns: Well, how does it look now?
Riddick:

Looks clear.

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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.

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Imam: Where's Johns?
Riddick: Which half?

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Riddick: All you people are so scared of me. Most days I'd take that as a compliment. But it ain't me you gotta worry about now.

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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.

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[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...

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Johns: Battlefield doctors decide who lives and dies. It's called 'triage'.
Riddick: They kept calling it 'murder' when I did it.

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[Riddick slits a raptor's throat, then snaps its neck]
Riddick: Did *not* know who he was fuckin' with.

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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.

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Riddick: That's death row up there, especially with the girl bleeding.
[Johns looks at Fry]
Johns: The fuck you talking about? She's not cut.
Riddick: Not her.
[turns around and looks at Jack]
Riddick: Her.

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Paris: Paris P. Olgilvie. Antiquities dealer, entrepreneur.
Riddick: Richard B. Riddick. Escaped convict. Murderer.

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Riddick: [evil smile] Like I said, it ain't me you gotta worry about.

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Johns: He just escaped from a maximum security prison.
Fry: Should he just stay locked up forever?
Johns: That would be my choice.
Fry: Is he really that dangerous?
Johns: Only around humans.

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Johns: I thought I said no shivs.
Riddick: You mean this? This is just a personal grooming appliance.

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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.

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Riddick: Strong survival instinct. I admire that in a woman.

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[last lines]
Jack: Lotta questions, whoever we run into. Could even be a merc ship. So, what the hell do we tell them about you?
Richard B. Riddick: Tell them Riddick's dead. He died somewhere back on that planet.

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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.

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[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.

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Jack: [after Riddick comes back] Never had a doubt!
Richard B. Riddick: Anyone not ready for this?
Imam: *There* is my God, Mr. Riddick!