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Gibbons: You ever watch lions at the zoo? You can always tell which ones were captured in the wild by the look in their eyes. The wild cat. She remembers running across the plain, the thrill of the hunt. Four hundred pounds of killing fury, locked in a box. But after a while, their eyes start to glaze over, and you can tell their soul has died. The same thing happens to a man.

Leavenworth Federal Penetentiary is no joke. They'll take a wild man like you and throw him in solitary just for the fun of it. No more mountains to board, no more oceans to surf. Just a 6-by-8 cell with no window and only a bucket to shit in. You can avoid all of that by doing me this small favor.
Xander Cage: You don't have shit on me.
Gibbons: I

noticed you have three X's tattooed on the back of your neck. I think that's rather appropriate, since you're looking at three strikes. Grand theft auto, reckless endangerment, and that little bridge stunt of yours makes you a three-time loser. Maybe you ought to call yourself "Triple X." But if you do what I want, I'll make all your little recent criminal transgressions go away and let you get

back to that pathetic excuse of a life.

Xander Cage: You have a bazooka! Dude, stop thinking Prague Police and start thinking Playstation. Blow shit up!
Ivan Podrov: Is not bazooka. It's heat-seeker, right?
Xander Cage: Heat-seeker...
Xander Cage: [picks up heat-seeker rocket] Set it!
[Ivan activates heat-seeker]
Xander

Cage: The son of a bitch is smoking.
[fires rocket, kills Kirill]
Xander Cage: I told him that cigarette was gonna kill him one day.

Xander Cage: What is this place?
Gibbons: Looks like a diner.
Xander Cage: That's clever. You know, you almost had me going there for a while. I was a bit groggy before, then I started noticing things. Like, you got a stockbroker over here, all dressed up reading the Financial Times on a Sunday morning when the market's closed.

Unlikely, but okay, I can go with that. I can even go with the stick-up man packing a cop-issue Beretta. But you want to know where you blew it?
[points at waitress]
Xander Cage: With her. My aunt was in the restaurant business all her life. There's no way in hell a career waitress comes to work in high heels. She'd have blisters the size of pancakes before lunch.

And if she ain't real, then this whole thing ain't real. That's how I knew this bozo over here wouldn't get a shot off even if we waited till St. Patrick's Day.
[fires shotgun at wall]
Xander Cage: Because there's nothing but blanks in these guns. Oh, and no offense, but their performances were terrible.

[Xander Cage drives a stolen Corvette, which belongs to senator Dick Hotchkiss, and is chased by the police]
Police Officer: You, in the red Corvette! Pull over immediately.
Xander Cage: Yeah, yeah. These monkeys are following me because I just took this car. Obviously the car doesn't belong to me, it's not my style. It belongs to Dick. Dick

Hotchkiss, a California state senator. You remember Dick? He's the guy who tried to ban rap music because he feels that the lyrics promote violence. It's music, Dick! He's also the guy who wants to pull every video game off every shop in the country, because he feels that the video games diminishing intelligence of our youth. Oh, come on, Dick. It's only education we got. Dick, you're a bad man.

You know what we do to bad men. We punish them. Dick, you've just entered The Xander Zone.
[on the walkie talkie]
Xander Cage: Okay, I'm coming in hot with a side of bacon.
Hillside Video Shooter: Go. Go, go, go, go!
[Xander jumps with the Corvette off the bridge]
Van Video Shooter: Pull it! Pull it!

[Xander jumps out of the Corvette with a parachute]
Van Video Shooter: Yes!
[the Corvette falls on the surface and explodes while the three guys in a Cadillac arrive to pick up Xander and the equipment]
Caddy Driver: Go get the cameras. Go, go, go.
Xander Cage: Moral of the story is, don't be a dick, Dick.

Toby Lee Shavers: How long have you been with the agency?
Xander Cage: Two days.
Toby Lee Shavers: You're shitting me. No way. Man, that sucks.
Xander Cage: Yeah, it sucks, but it beats jail.
Toby Lee Shavers: No, it sucks because I spent six years in the basement of some windowless,

NSA, gadget freak room, man. And I got a degree. I got a degree from MIT. Phi Beta Kappa, magna cum laude. And I bet they probably picked you up, what, pumping iron in San Quentin?
Xander Cage: You ever get punched in the face for talking too much?