Richard B. Riddick: [to Aereon] The blade comes off when the bounty comes off.
Richard B. Riddick: [in cryosleep] Merceneries. Elementals. Necromongers. Shit, I've never been so popular. I should probaly slip these chains and open up a few arteries. But why drive when you can get driven? Free ticket to Crematoria. Thanks Toombs. Got me some business there, named Jack. And once we settle up, I walk away forever. So I'll just wait... all back-of-the-bus for
now.
Toombs: You know, you supposed to be some slick-shit killer. Now look at you... all back-of-the-bus and shit.
Dame Vaako: [about the Necropolis] The first six Lord Marshals have called this home. Magnificent, isn't it?
Richard B. Riddick: I might have gone a different way.
Purifier: True of us all.
Kyra: [sneaks up behind Riddick and points a blade at his back] Should I go for the sweet spot? Left of the spine, fourth lumbar down; the abdominal aorta? What a gusher.
[looks over Riddick's shoulder]
Kyra: How do I get eyes like that?
Richard B. Riddick: You gotta kill a few people.
Kyra: Did that.
Did a lot of that.
Richard B. Riddick: Then you gotta get sent to a slam.
Kyra: One where they tell you you'll never see daylight again. Only there wasn't a doctor here who could shine my eyes, not even for 20 menthol Kools. Was there anything you said that was true?
[director's cut]
Purifier: In this verse, life is antagonistic to the natural state. Here humans in all their various races are a spontaneous outbreak. An unguided mistake. Our purpose is to correct that mistake... because there is another verse. A verse where life is welcomed and cherished. A ravishing ever-new place called Underverse... but the road to that verse crosses
over the threshold.