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: What kind of lunatic are you? Joshua Foss
] The best kind!
: [stopping a Secret Service Agent at gunpoint
] Go ahead. Dead heroes get the best funerals.
: What do you want? Joshua Foss
: What do I want? World peace, an end to bigotry, and no more mini-malls. What am I gonna get? And I am gonna get it. That, boys and girls, is really hot. Vice President
: What is your objective? Joshua Foss
: My objective?
] Joshua Foss
: I get funny all over when you talk like that.
: You're out of your mind. Joshua Foss
: Me? Ha! I'm not the one paying some neanderthal 40 million dollars to skate up and down a slab of ice.
: [in the Vice President's box-suite, one of Foss's hostages is having a seizure of some kind. Another hostage is examining the first
] ... This man needs a doctor! Joshua Foss
: [walks over and guns down the ailing first hostage
] ... Not anymore.
: May I help you? Hallmark
: This is Matthew Hallmark, Secret Service. Put the Vice President on. Joshua Foss
] Joshua Foss
: Well... I see they care enough to send their very best. Hallmark
: Gee, I never heard that one before.
: [on phone
] Hello? Hello? Darren McCord
: Emily. Don't let him know it's me. I'll get you out. I'll take you home, I promise. Look around and tell me how many people are there. Emily McCord
: Twelve. Joshua Foss
: [takes phone from Emily
] Well, wasn't that sweet? She included me, Tom. Now, you tell me what an AOP is or I'm gonna shoot this cute little pumpkin. Darren McCord
: Listen to me, listen good. If you touch her, you look at her cross-eyed, you lose. Joshua Foss
] How do you figure that, fireman? Darren McCord
: Okay, here's the game and here are the rules. You've got your hostages and you've got your bombs, so you can get your money. I'm gonna try to stop you, but I don't want anyone to get hurt. You stop me, you win. I get your bombs, I win. That's the game I'm gonna play, you piece of shit. Now, if you touch her, the game's off. Then I'll come after you. You'll have to kill me in front of everybody in this arena. There will be panic and the Secret Service, SWAT, the fucking navy will have to come in here, then you don't get your money. You lose, pal. Joshua Foss
: Well, that's not bad for a civil servant. Oh, by the way, in the Secret Service, AOP is Assault on Principal. In this case, our esteemed Vice President. Darren McCord
: I don't give a shit. Joshua Foss
: Ohh, now Tom, come on. If we're gonna play, you got to play nice. So you go run your little ass off. I know where the bombs are so I know where you're going. Darren McCord
: Then come and get me.
: [after Foss shoots an agent
] That agent's name was Eddie Kaline. He has a five-year-old boy, a three-year-old little girl, and his wife's pregnant. Joshua Foss
: I'll send a card.
: [to a Secret Service Agent
] I know just what you're thinking: evaluate the situation, calculate potential losses, and take appropriate action. Well, let me do that for you: situation is hopeless, losses would be... unacceptable, so the appropriate action is for you to do nothing and keep your fucking mouth shut.
: They are gonna sacrifice a life to test my will.
] Joshua Foss
: I'm truly disappointed. Nobody does anything these days 'cause it's right, they only do it if you make them. Would you like to vote on who gets the distinction of demonstrating my resolve? Vice President
: You're not giving them enough time. I told you it couldn't be done that quickly! Joshua Foss
: Oh, you watch how much they accomplish during the next period. Now, would you all agree that the mayor's wife's been most annoying?
: The mayor has decided not to run for re-election.
: Enough bombs have been planted in this building to stop all the clocks in the hemisphere. Vice President
: You'll die with us. Joshua Foss
: Could be. Mrs. Ferrara
: I don't think anyone with manicured fingernails wearing a 10,000 dollar wristwatch is planning on blowing himself up. Joshua Foss
: 15,000 dollar wristwatch.
[walks over to her
] Joshua Foss
: I'm not sure if I like you. When I make up my mind, you'll be the first to know.
Secret Service Agent
: [a hostage is having some kind of seizure
] Please. He needs a doctor. Joshua Foss
: [walks over and shoots the ailing hostage
] Not anymore.