Stanley AndersonQuotes

Fielding's father: [giving Fielding some advice after a speech] And you get too personal. I mean, if anybody really knew Kennedy, you think they would've voted for him? You gotta be strong. So strong you're gonna want to blow your brains out. But you won't. So strong, people can say right to your face, "you're a dirty, lying son of a bitch", and it's not gonna make a bit of difference.

Danny Pierce: It's a damn good feeling knowing you're out there patrolling New York Harbor, son. The fucking Cong could be shopping on Fifth avenue like that.

Nicholas Easter: [after anti-gun fanatic is dragged kicking and screaming from the courtroom during jury selection, even though he claims he want to be heard] Well, I guess that's lunch...

Henry Jankle: ...I was under the impression that we'd already purchased ourselves a verdict.

Wendell Rohr: Gentlemen, I have lost my footing in this trial.

Judge Harkin: I'm not sure, but I believe I'm buying lunch.

Doyle: It's a set-up. Don't do it!

Moreno: So what now?

Zack: What now? Game's over, Moreno. Just shut up.

Moreno: What about Bertha's plan?

Zack: [angrily; calms down; looks at nearby boy and gives him his own cap] Damn it! Bertha's dead!!! I'm sorry...

Sgt. Warren Reed: [[w:Detroit Police Department|Detroit Police Department; slides shotgun] Folks, in about 45 minutes, the Rehabs are coming to blow you out of your neighborhood. I want you to take your kids and anybody who shouldn't be fighting to the basement! The rest of you are hereby deputized by the ]. It's time to show how real cops kick ass!

Bertha: [to members] Thanks for the heart attack. I believe I will go and send out a recon team.

Coontz: [draw pistol] I got a better idea. Why don't we just all have a seat. And relax. It'll all be over in a few minutes.

Zack: You son of a bitch.

Coontz: [has pistol] Hey watch the language, there's children present.

Bertha: [aims pistol at Coontz from behind; Coontz drops pistol] Drop it, Coontz. I'm not going to ask twice.

Moreno: [stands up, curious at what Coontz just said] What do you mean about "it'll all be over in a few minutes"?

Bertha: [Coontz' hand twitches and he make a slight shrug; realizes that he has betrayed them to the Rehabs; everybody tries to escape as OCP Rehab forces storm the Resistance base] Get the kids out of here! Now!

President: Enough of this anomaly horseshit! What is this thing?

Truman: It's an asteroid, sir.

President: How big are we talking?

Scientist: Sir, our best estimate is 97.6 billion–

Truman: [[Texas] It's the size of ], Mr. President.

Scientist: [sits down] Uh, yes, sir.

President: Dan, we didn't see this thing coming?

Truman: [[Dollar|dollars] Well, our object collision budget's a million ]. That allows us to track about three percent of the sky, and begging your pardon, sir, but it's a big-ass sky.

Gen. Kimsey: And the ones this morning?

Truman: Uh, those were nothing. Those were the size of basketballs and Volkswagens, things like that.

President: Is this, going to hit us?

Truman: We're efforting that as we speak, sir.

President: What kind of damage are we...

Truman: Damage? Total, sir. It's what we call a global killer. The end of mankind. Doesn't matter where it hits, nothing would survive, not even bacteria.

President: My God. What do we do?

NASA Employee: [shows paper] We have 18 days before it hits Earth!