Gerard ButlerQuotes

Jake Lawson: Yeah, I think we’ve established that. This is not a Chromebook; you don't just hit the power button. You need the kill codes, and the only one who has them is the President.

Jake Lawson: This was my life's work, Max. You know, they said it was impossible, but we pulled it off. And it worked perfectly, without failing, day after day, year after year, so what do people do with it? Turn it into a gun.

Jake Lawson: We built a system of satellites to stop natural disasters and someone is using it to create them.

Jake Lawson: Yeah, sorry about that. I literally had to fly in from outer space.

Jake Lawson: Think of it like I'm taking a vacation.

Terry Sheridan: [Walking up a hill] And don't be looking at my ass.

Terry Sheridan: [Lara pulls out a key] What? Key to your heart?

Creedy: I'm sure you have a perfectly good explanation for this, but I'm buggered if I know what it is.

Quinn: He's a Dragon Slayer.

Creedy: What?

Quinn: A Dragon Slayer.

Creedy: Oh, he's a Dragon Slayer. I suppose that would make you King Arthur does it?

Creedy: Marauders. Years since we've seen them. Well, look at the bright side - at least we're not alone.

Creedy: Only one thing worse than a dragon... Americans.

King Leonidas: [last words] My Queen!... My Wife!... My love...

King Leonidas: [[w:Hades|Hell] Spartans! Ready your breakfast and eat hearty, for tonight, we dine in ]!

King Leonidas: THIS IS SPARTA!!!

King Leonidas: [after Daxos and his men withdraw; [freedom] No retreat, no surrender. That is Spartan law. And by Spartan law, we will stand and fight... and die. A new age has begun: an age of ]! And all will know that 300 Spartans gave their last breath to defend it!

King Leonidas: We will block the Persian coastal assault by rebuilding the great Phocian Wall. And from there, we will funnel them into the mountain pass we call the Hot Gates. Now, in that narrow corridor, their numbers will count for nothing, and wave after wave of Persian attack will smash against Spartan shields. Xerxes losses will be so great, his men so demoralized, he will have no choice but to abandon his campaign!

Mike Banning: [walking in front of the heavily damaged White House, and over dead bodies of their colleagues] Sorry about the house, sir.

President Asher: It's ok. I believe it's insured.

Mike Banning: What's the matter, Kang? You look like you've seen a ghost. I guess you don't know who you can trust, huh? It's over. No more televised executions, no chopper, no more negotiating with you and the United People's Front of Who Gives a Fuck.

Kang: I will send the President out... one piece at a time.

Mike Banning: It won't matter. Because whatever you think you accomplished, you won't be alive to see it.

Kang: Shut him down.

Mike Banning: [as Lim tries unsuccessfully to disconnect him] You're not shutting me down, Kang. I'm here to stay.

Kang: I underestimated you. It will not happen again.

Mike Banning: [ends the transmission] There is no "again". You're gonna die down there alone, cut off from the rest of the world. My advice? Save the last bullet for yourself. Cause if you don't, I'm gonna stick my knife through your brain. But don't worry, I'm gonna leak the photos of your body to the press. You know, cause I know you like that kind of shit.

Kang: [static] Agent Banning. Yes, I know who you are. Welcome to my house.

Mike Banning: Hey, asshole. What took you so long?

Kang: You are the one who let the First Lady die, no? And soon, the President. Failure seems to be a habit with you.

Mike Banning: Yeah, well, maybe I owe you for giving me the chance for making up for that today.

Kang: I admire you for acknowledging your failure. But there's no going back. Nothing you try and do here tonight can atone.

Mike Banning: Yeah, maybe not. But I reckon fucking your shit up would be a pretty good start. You might wanna take a head count. The bodies are piling up.

Kang: I have more than enough men to finish the mission.

Mike Banning: Oh, and by the way, if you're looking for Connor, he's on his way to the baseball game.

Kang: How's your wife, Michael? Leah. She's a nurse. Saves lives. Too bad she will not save yours.

Mike Banning: [hangs up] You know what? How about you and I play a game of Fuck Off. You go first.

General Clegg: I am giving you a direct order!

Mike Banning: Newsflash, asshole: I don't work for you.

Mike Banning: Classified? Really? Well right now I believe I have the proverbial need to fuckin know.

Hiccup: [seeing the newly reformed Berk] I knew it... I'm dead.

Stoick: [chuckling] No, but you gave it your best shot. So, what do you think?

Viking: Look, it's Hiccup!

Stoick: [points to Hiccup] Turns out all we needed was a little more of... this.

Hiccup: [surprised] You just gestured to all of me.

Gobber: [gestures to Hiccup's peg leg] Well, most of you. That bit's my handiwork. With a little Hiccup flair thrown in! You think it'll do?

Hiccup: [looks at it; jokes] I might make a few tweaks.

Astrid: That's for scaring me!

Hiccup: [shocked; Astrid cuts him off by kissing him on the lips. Hiccup's expression changes to one of pleasant surprise.] Wha-what?! What, is it always gonna be this way? Cause-- I could get used to it.

Hiccup: [mounts Toothless] You got it, bud.

Stoick: [grabs Hiccup's hand; Hiccup turns] Hiccup! I'm sorry... For--For everything.

Hiccup: Yeah, me too.

Stoick: You don't have to go up there.

Hiccup: We're Vikings. It's an occupational hazard.

Stoick: [takes his hand] I'm proud to call you my son.

Hiccup: Thanks, Dad.

Astrid: [sees Hiccup] He's up! Get Snotlout out of there!

Twins: I'm on it!

Tuffnut: [arguing] I'm on it first! I'm ahead of you!

Ruffnut: [arguing] Hey! let me drive!

Tuffnut: [arguing] No, this way, don't push me

Ruffnut: [arguing] Stop it, I'll take your teeth out

Tuffnut: Aw, I can't believe that worked!

Gobber: [Red Death pushes Astrid off her dragon and she falls, screaming, until Toothless saves her] NIGHT FURY! Get down!

Hiccup: [Toothless looks upside down to see if he saved Astrid. Then he safely puts her down] Did you get her?

Astrid: Go.

Hiccup: That thing has wings! Okay, let's see if it can use them!

Hiccup: You think that did it?

Hiccup: Well he can fly.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOO! Yeah! GO HICCUP!

Hiccup: Okay Toothless, time to disappear! Come on, bud!

Hiccup: Here it comes!

Hiccup: Watch out!

Hiccup: Okay, times up! Let's see if this works. COME ON! IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO?!

Hiccup: Stay with me, buddy. We're good. Just a little bit longer.

Hiccup: Hold Toothless...

Hiccup: NOW!

Hiccup: [runs into Red Death's clubbed tail; collides with Red Death's clubbed tail and falls off] No! NO!

Stoick: [sees Toothless but with Hiccup nowhere to be found; kneeling beside Toothless; Toothless stirs and opens his eyes, looking at Stoick; close to tears; Toothless lifts his wings, revealing Hiccup clutched in his paws; picks him up, puts an ear to his chest and laughs with relief; the Vikings cheer and Stoick puts a hand on Toothless' head] Hiccup! HICCUP?! SON! Hiccup. Oh, son... I did this. I'm s... I'm so sorry. Hiccup! Oh, he's alive! You brought him back alive! Thank you for saving my son.

Gobber: [comes over; grimacing] Well... you know, most of him.

Stoick: [[Wikipedia:Odin|Odin] ] help us...!

Stoick: When we crack this mountain open, all hell is gonna break loose.

Gobber: And my undies. Good thing I brought extras!

Stoick: No matter how this ends, it ends today.

Stoick: What's he doing?

Hiccup: [to Hookfang; takes his hat off and throws it aside] It's okay. It's okay. I'm not one of them.

Stoick: Stop the fight.

Hiccup: No! You all need to see this. They're not what we think they are. We don't have to kill them.

Stoick: [whacks his hammer on the ring cage railing with a loud clang, which startles Hookfang into attacking Hiccup] I SAID, STOP THE FIGHT!!!

Stoick: Hiccup.

Hiccup: Dad! Uh, I have to talk to you, Dad.

Stoick: I need to speak with you too, son.

Hiccup: I've decided I don't want to fight dragons.

Stoick: I think it's time you learned to fight dragons.

Hiccup and Stoick: [beat] What?

Stoick: Uh, you go first.

Hiccup: [kindly] No, no, you go first.

Stoick: [takes another deep breath] Alright. You get your wish. Dragon Training. You start in the morning.

Hiccup: [panicked] Oh, man, I should have gone first! Uh, cause I was thinking, you know, we have a surplus of dragon-fighting Vikings. But do we have enough...bread-making Vikings? Or small home repair Vikings?

Stoick: [not paying attention; drops a large battle axe into Hiccup's arms] You'll need this.

Hiccup: I don't wanna fight dragons.

Stoick: [chuckles] Oh, come on. Yes, you do.

Hiccup: Rephrase: Dad, I can't kill dragons!

Stoick: But you will kill dragons!

Hiccup: No, I'm really very extra sure that I won't.

Stoick: It's time, Hiccup.

Hiccup: [desperately] Can you not hear me?!

Stoick: [takes the axe from Hiccup; returns the axe; gestures to Hiccup] This is serious, son! When you carry this axe, you carry all of us with you. Which means you walk like us, you talk like us, you think like us. No more of... this.

Hiccup: [sighs] You just gestured to all of me.

Stoick: Deal?

Hiccup: This conversation is feeling very one-sided...

Stoick: Deal?

Hiccup: [sighs; giving in] Deal.

The Phantom: Sing, my angel of music!

The Phantom: Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write, the power of the music of the night.

The Phantom: Sing once again with me our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet.

The Phantom: I gave you my music... Made your song take wing... and now, how you've repaid me: denied me and betrayed me...

The Phantom: Fear can turn to love - you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster, this... repulsive carcass, who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty. Secretly... secretly...

The Phantom: Christine, I love you...

The Phantom: Take him, forget me, forget all of this... Leave me alone. Forget all you've seen. Go now, don't let them find you.

The Phantom: Too late for turning back, too late for prayers and useless pity...!

The Phantom: His life is now the prize which you must earn.

The Phantom: Hounded out by everyone. Met with hatred everywhere. No kind words from anyone, no compassion anywhere... Christine! Why? Why!

The Phantom: Why, you ask, was I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place? Not for any mortal sin but the wickedness of my abhorrent face!

The Phantom: Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair, down we plunge to the prison of my mind. Down that path into darkness deep as hell!

The Phantom: Pity comes too late! Turn around and face your fate: an eternity of this before your eyes...

The Phantom: Stranger than you dreamed it, can you even dare to look or bear to think of me?

The Phantom: Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon! Is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! You little lying Delilah! You little viper! Now you cannot ever be free!

The Phantom: You have come here for one purpose and one alone. Since the moment I first heard you sing I have needed you with me to serve me, to sing for my music. My music...

The Phantom: Monsieur, I bid you welcome. Did you think that I would harm her? Why would I make her pay for the sins which are yours?

The Phantom: So do you end your days with me or do you send him to his grave?

The Phantom: You try my patience. Make your choice.

The Phantom: Start a new life with me! Buy his freedom with your love! Refuse me and you'll send your lover to his death! This is the choice. This is the point of no return!

The Phantom: You alone can make my song take flight. It's over now, the music of the night!

The Phantom: The world showed no compassion to me!

The Phantom: This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing. A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing...

The Phantom: You will curse the day you did not do all that the Phantom asked of you!

The Phantom: Now, let it be war upon you both!

The Phantom: Angel of Music, you denied me, turning from true beauty. Angel of Music, do not shun me. Come to your strange Angel.

The Phantom: Too long you've wandered in winter far from my fathering gaze.

The Phantom: Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance.

The Phantom: Flattering child you shall know me. See why in shadow I hide. Look at your face in the mirror… I am there inside!

The Phantom: Insolent boy! This slave of fashion, basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!