Cyrus 'The Virus' Grissom
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Cyrus 'The Virus' Grissom (Character)
from Con Air (1997)

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Con Air (1997)
[Cyrus is about to burn Cindino alive]
Francisco Cindino: Cy...
Cyrus Grissom: ...onara!

[Holding a gun up to the head of a stuffed pink bunny]
Cyrus Grissom: Make a move and the bunny gets it.

Cyrus Grissom: [to Johnny 23] I despise rapists. For me, you're somewhere between a cockroach and that white stuff that accumulates at the corner of your mouth when you're really thirsty. But, in your case, I'll make an exception.

Pinball: You didn't mean that "dirty nigger crackhead" shit, did you?
Cyrus Grissom: Give me that gun.
[takes the gun]
Cyrus Grissom: Hell yes, I meant it.

[to the pilot whom he is holding at gunpoint]
Cyrus Grissom: And if you say a word about this over the radio, the next wings you see will belong to the flies buzzing over your rotting corpse!

William 'Billy Bedlam' Bedford: You lost your mind?
Cyrus Grissom: According to my last psych evaluation, yes.

Cyrus Grissom: [Poe and Cyrus stopped Johnny from going for Guard Bishop] Do you fly, Johnny?
Johnny 23: No.
Cyrus Grissom: You keep that in mind when you look at her. Because if your dick jumps out of your pants, you jump off this plane.

Sally Can't Dance: What can I do?
Cyrus Grissom: Take this.
[hands Sally a gun and stuffs ammo down his shirt]
Cyrus Grissom: Go into the boneyard, yeah? Anybody gets through, you scratch their eyes out.
Sally Can't Dance: You got it!

Vince Larkin: Where are you going with my plane, Cyrus?
Cyrus Grissom: We're going to Disney Land.
Vince Larkin: You're lying, Cyrus.
Cyrus Grissom: So are you, Vince.
[singing mockingly]
Cyrus Grissom: Ohh... nothing makes me sadder than the agent lost his blader in the... aaaiirrrplane.
[Larking throws the headset he's using]

Cyrus Grissom: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. I have the only gun on board. Welcome to Con Air.

Cyrus Grissom: Thanks, Poe. You've proven to be a most useful mammal.
Cameron Poe: Many hands make light work. My daddy taught me that.
Cyrus Grissom: Ya know what my daddy taught me?
Cameron Poe: What's that?
Cyrus Grissom: Nothing.
Cameron Poe: Self-educated man.

Cyrus Grissom: We let you out, you gonna play nice, Billy?
William 'Billy Bedlam' Bedford: [smiles viciously] Probably not.

Cyrus Grissom: Guard Falzon?
Guard Falzon: What?
Cyrus Grissom: [in squeaky voice] Oh, stewardess? Stewardess? What's the in-flight movie today?
Guard Falzon: Well, I think you'll like it, Cyrus. It's called "I'll Never Make Love to a Woman on the Beach Again", and it's preceded by the award-winning short, "No More Steak for Me, Ever".
[Guard Falzon walks away chuckling]
Cyrus Grissom: [mumbles] Funny fucker, aren't ya?

Cyrus Grissom: Considering my audience, I'm going to make this very quick and very simple.
[points to objects in the sand]
Cyrus Grissom: This is the boneyard, this is the hanger, this is our plane.
Viking: [points] What's that?
Cyrus Grissom: That's a rock.
[knocks it out of the way]
Viking: Okay.

Francisco Cindino: Don't they have a way of tracking these planes?
Swamp Thing: Oh, yeah. It's called a transponder. Every plane's got one, Cindino.
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones: [sarcastic] Swamp, where is the transponder?
Cyrus Grissom: [looks at the empty bay] Ah! Where, indeed?

Cyrus Grissom: [to Agent Sims] You know, the next time you choose a human shield, you're better off not picking a two-bit negro crackhead.

Cyrus Grissom: Where's the plane, Francisco?
Francisco Cindino: I don't know, have patience.
Cyrus Grissom: The last guy who told me to have patience, I burned him down and bagged his ashes.

Cyrus Grissom: Someone alerted the authorities at Carson city, someone told them about our Lerner rendezvous, someone even killed poor Billy Bedlam. Now, could this all be coincidence? Perhaps. But then someone went and tied a rope to our plane. So, I ask you what is going on? And I answer. We have a traitor in our midst. Now how do we flush a traitor?
[pulls guard Bishop out of her cell and puts his gun to her head]
Cyrus Grissom: I don't know but at the count of three I will find out who is on my team and who is not. That would be one, two...
Baby O: [pushes Poe out of the way as Poe was standing up to confess] Wait! It was me. It was me.
Cameron Poe: Don't listen to him, man. T-The insulin, it made him crazy.
Cyrus Grissom: You have been near death the entire trip?
Baby O: Yeah, motherfucker, it was me.
Cameron Poe: Nah, he's-he's flipped out, man. He's nuts.
Baby O: That's pretty clever, huh, bitch?
[Cyrus shoots Baby O in the stomach]
Cameron Poe: Jesus!
Cyrus Grissom: [shouting] No, that's clever!

Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones: [Holding 3 guards at gun point, singing] Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to carry me home...
Cameron Poe: What's going on here?
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones: It's time to off the pigs.
Cameron Poe: You can't.
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones: Why not?
Cameron Poe: They're hostages, we need them.
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones: [Points the gun at Poe] Now why the fuck do you care?
Cameron Poe: Hey, man. I can think of anything I'd like...
[Kicks the first guard]
Cameron Poe: ...better, than to put a...
[Kicks the second guard]
Cameron Poe: ...bullet, into the brain-base here of every one of these...
[Kicks the third guard]
Cameron Poe: FUCKERS! But the fact of the matter is how well do you know this Cindino? I don't know him that well, myself. Just what I read. Like how he firebombed that Senator's yacht with 2 of his cousins on board. Now, why would think he'd sweat about eliminating some hired guns after they have served their purpose, now think about that.
Cyrus Grissom: [Coming in] What exactly are we discussing here?
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones: Poe don't want me to off the pigs.
Cyrus Grissom: [to Poe] Well, I can understand Nathan's feeling about killings guards and my own proclivities are well known facts of penal lore. What I want to know is, why you have any opinion at all?
Cameron Poe: Hey, Cyrus. It's your barbecue man, and it tastes good. But I was just explaining to Mr.
[Points to Diamond Dog]
Cameron Poe: "Dog" here that if it was "my" barbecue, I would wait for that ol' jumbo jet in the sky before I start killing my only leverage.
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones: Shut the fuck up.
Cameron Poe: Don't you want to get high and get laid, shit.
Nathan 'Diamond Dog' Jones: [Picks up a guard] Oh, fuck this.
Cyrus Grissom: [Seeing Diamond Dog about to kill the guard] Put the gun down. *Put the gun down, Nathan!* Poe's right. We're going to plan B. We're going to get a tractor and a fuel truck, get everybody here, and we're going to dig the plane out.
[Poe winks at Diamond Dog]

Cyrus Grissom: Before I kill you, Poe, I just wanted you to know that the last thing that little Casey Poe ever gets to smell will be my stinking breath.