Assault on Precinct 13 (2005) - Quotes

Marcus: Call Roenick.

Marion: Who's Roenick?

Marcus: It's that son of a bitch out there. Isn't it? Call Roenick. Tell him I'm dead.

Marion: [''Laughs''] You know me, Marcus. I cannot tell a lie.

Marion: Look at you. When I first approached you ten years ago, you couldn't look me in the eye. One of those nervous God fearing types. Now, you put a bullet in me, no hesitation. You're quite the changed man this New Year's, Marcus.

Marcus: [''Acknowledging Bishop's refusal to cooperate''] Now, this is the last fucking time. Tell me where Roenick is.

Jake: [''Appearing''; ''Continues to walk towards Duvall aiming his gun''] He doesn't have to. Drop your weapon.

Jake: Shut up! Put the gun down, Duvall.

Marcus: What are you going to do? Are you going to shoot me? Arrest me? You going to kill a cop?

Jake: There's only one cop here. Now, put the God damn gun down. You're caught! How many more people are you going to kill tonight?

Marcus: As many as it takes.

Jake: You make me fucking sick!

Iris: [''Holding her pack of cigarettes with helping the wounded Jake to the ambulance''; ''Takes out a cigarette out''] Shit! This is fucking tempting!

Jake: [''Stops her''; ''Iris offers him a cigarette and lights it for him''] Uh, don't break your New Year's resolution. Eh, give me one. I didn't make that promise.

Iris: [''Starts laughing''] Sergeant, I didn't even recognize you tonight. You were like a whole different other badass tough motherfucker back there, huh?

Jake: [''Smiles''] Ummm, think so? Yeah, well, get use to it.

Iris: [''Continues laughing''] Happy New Year, Sarge!

Jake: So, our shit's still on pause. Is that it?

Marion: Yeah, our shit's on pause.

Jasper: Those girls are dead.

Iris: [Everyone looks at Jasper stunned at what happened without hope; ''Frustrated at Jake's lack of response''] . We don't have a God damned chance. Do we? Sarge!

Iris: [''Jake zones out as he asks himself that question''] Sarge, God fucking damn it! The five of us can't hold them back. They're going to take out each and everyone of us. What are we suppose to do, Sarge?

Iris: What are we supposed? What the fuck are we supposed to do?

Jake: [clueless and hopeless] I don't know.

Iris: Stalked! That's not very nice, boss.

Jake: You're right. You're lovely and amazing and it's my honor to spend New Year's Eve with you.

Iris: And you're a sarcastic prick, aren't ya? We're going to have a good time tonight, boss. We officially shut down and all calls are diverted, so we might as well be closed now. We can start getting fucked up real early!

Jake: Alright, not too early. We got to start picking this shit up.

Iris: Not much. All the computers are gone and most of the gear. Now, come on, Sarge. It's my favorite holiday. I even put on my sexy holiday boots. Even though we're here, I want to do it right.

Jake: How could you possibly do it wrong?

Marcus: I'm looking at this as a matter of simple mathematics. We walk in and those 8 people survive and 33 lives are destroyed. The lives of my men and their families, people I'm responsible for, people I... people I love.

Kahane: I don't see any other way, Marcus. Blood trail leads right back to us. We don't have any other choice.

Marcus: We go through with it. We are going to have to live with this for the rest of our lives. But, you know something Michael, I could live with that, more than I could live with a cellmate. Once we step outside, those people are no longer civilians or cops. We got to put them all down without pause and without regard.

Jake: Why did I let her go?

Marion: I know a lot about dying, Sergeant. There's two ways you can handle it. With self pity, or without it.

Jake: Fuck you. Get out of my office.

Marion: I see you've made your decision.

Jake: The threat is over!

Smiley: Are you fucking kidding me, Sergeant?

Marcus: [''Kneels in front of a kneeling Alex''] How many are inside?

Alex: [''Thinking''] Uh... 100.

Marcus: Answer the question.

Kahane: [''Shakes Alex''; ''She stares at Duvall''] Answer, bitch!

Marcus: [''Stands up and shoots Sabian point blank in the head''] You're a brave woman.

Jake: [''Picks up cocaine''; ''Spills a little bit of cocaine''; ''Laughs hysterically''] Listen to me. What are we talking about, really? Getting high? No. We're talking about a journey, man. A subconscious safari. A mental expedition, OK, a mind trek. This planet has been raped, pillaged and fucked! And the mind is the only uncharted territory And this shit is the ship. It's the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria and you... are fuckin Magellan. Oh fuck... I spilled some. So what do you say my Serbian motherfucking friend? Do you want to take a trip or do you want to sit on your ass?

Marko: Yeah, OK, Napoleon... let's see what you got.

Jake: How's your car?

Alex: Won't move. Must've walked two miles in this damn weather. I'm soaking. Look at me.

Jake: Well, thank God you're not hurt.

Alex: So, how did you enjoy your file?

Jake: Oh, yeah, yeah, you dropped this...

Alex: Oh, really? I dropped it? That's strange, because I was sure that you took it.

Jake: Definitely dropped it.

Alex: That's disappointing. If you had stolen it, it would've been the first time you were taking a proactive interest in your therapy.

Jake: And you know it's a bunch of bullshit.

Alex: So, you read it?

Jake: Yeah, I fucking read it.

Alex: Did you steal it?

Jake: You know I stole it, all right, you know. And stop being so goddamn happy about it, Dr. Sabian. It makes me sick. "I think he's hiding behind his injury. He's not really hurt. Jake Roenick no longer considers himself a cop." What kind of bullshit is that, huh? You think I'm scared? That's what it is, right? You think I'm scared.

Alex: If you've read further on, you would see that's not what I think.

Jake: All right, well, then tell me what it is that you think, Dr. Mrs. Mindfuck?! What is it that you think I'm hiding from?!

Alex: I'm not gonna explain myself to you if you're gonna act like a child, excuse me. Run away.

Jake: We both know you can't handle this shit cause you want to fuck me.

Alex: Sergeant, if I wanted to fuck you, it would've happened already.

Jake: Gotta learn to control yourself, Doc. It's affecting your work, you know? It's very unprofessional.

Alex: Don't try to discredit me because you're afraid I may be right.

Jake: Right?!

Alex: Yes.

Jake: About what?! Come on! Tell me Mrs. Doctor mind fuck, what do you think I'm hiding from? And if you're right, I'll you tell you you're right.

Alex: I believe the prospect of responsibility has rendered you impotent, and that's why you're working at this old precinct behind a desk

Jake: I'm injured alright? That's why I'm here

Alex: Bullshit, you feel responsible for the death of team eight months ago and that's why you're here

Jake: I didn't do anything wrong a board of inquiry cleared me

Alex: You didn't do anything wrong but it was your decision that sent them down the left hallway and not the right hallway and out the front door and not the back door and you don't want to make decisions like that again

Jake: So you may be right, do you want a medal?

Jake: [''Throwing a badge on the table''] So, I just killed someone. His name was Danny Barbaro, a cop... he works for Ray Portnow. Tell me Bishop, why are police officers risking their lives to get to you?

Marion: I suppose you know who I am, Sergant Roenick?

Jake: You're a scumbag gangster.

Marion: Well, one of my scumbag partners in crime is your fellow officer, Marcus DuVall. Me and DuVall used to split things fifty-fifty. Marcus got greedy, he wanted more.

Jake: So what?

Marion: So, if I go to court and finger all of them... they go to jail, for the rest of their days.

Iris: I can't stop thinking about sex, I usually think about sex a lot but this is crazy

Marion: Sex and death are very closely related, the Greeks called it Eros and Thanatos love and death, or sex as a way of nullifying thoughts of dying

Marko: My man here say your dog testify at his cousins trial.

Jake: [''Laughs''] Oh, shit!

Jake: Don't miss, Bishop.

Marion: Run fast, Sergeant.

Rosen: [[w:crack cocaine|You been smokin' crack] Your eyes are red. ]?

Beck: [[w:doughnut#In popular culture|You been eatin' donuts?] Your eyes are glazed. ]

Beck: Hey Bish... Bish... Bish... Bish, Bish, Bish, Bish, Bish, Bish, Bish... BISH!

Marion Bishop: Marcus Duvall still lives. To me this is unacceptable.

Jake Roenick: Put your goddamned gun down !

Jake Roenick: I want to live; as opposed to I don't want to die.

Iris Ferry: [''Last lines''] Happy New Year, Sarge!

Iris Ferry: [''Shouts''] I don't bed criminals, okay? I fuck bad boys!