It was a very intense and stressful situation. There was playing in the Johnny-pump (an opened fire hydrant) and the ice-cream man coming around and all of these games that we'd play, and suddenly it would turn just violent and there would be shootings at 12 in the afternoon on any given day.
The grass is always greener around the fire hydrant.
Once I was walking from The Mercer in New York - because otherwise I don't walk anywhere - and this woman paparazzo who was following me fell over a fire hydrant and her whole tooth went through her lip. I leant over her, saying, 'Are you all right?' and she was still taking pictures.
Collecting intelligence information is like trying to drink water out of a fire hydrant. You know, in hindsight It's great. The problem is there's a million dots at the time.
Getting information off the Internet is like taking a drink from a fire hydrant.
Some days you're the fire hydrant, and some days you're the dog.
[Simon's museum piece "ray gun" beeps ready]
Simon Phoenix: It's about time! The past is over, John! Time for something new and improved!
John Spartan: Aw, hell...
[he leaps out of the way as Simon fires an energy blast from the rifle, blowing a hydrant apart]
Simon Phoenix: Holy shit! I love this gun!
