Passenger 57 (1992)
John Cutter: Charlie, ever played roulette?
Charles Rane: On occasion.
John Cutter: Well, let me give you a word of advice. Always bet on black!
[Rane is coming on to the stewardess]
Charles Rane: Did you and your friend enjoy yourselves down in the lower gallery? Down in that tight, little place? Tell me something, Marti. Did the hero get into your tight, little place?
Marti Slayton: [slaps him] You're repulsive!
Charles Rane: You'll change your mind once we get to know each other.
Marti Slayton: You'll have to kill me first.
Charles Rane: Oh no, Marti. I'm going to kill you during.
John Cutter: I'm the good guy, I'm the head of security.
Chief Biggs: In my position what would you do? If you were me what would you do?
John Cutter: Kill myself.
Dwight Hendeson: The two agents you killed on the plane were friends of mine.
Charles Rane: Thank you for telling me. I do enjoy knowing the people whose lives I've touched.
John Cutter: [about to board a plane via the landing gear] This better be covered by my insurance, Sly!
Sly Delvecchio: Yeah, it's under the section on MENTAL ILLNESS!
Chief Biggs: [Talking on the aircraft radio] This is Chief Leonard Biggs, Lake Lucille Police Department. Now if you tell me what you want, I'll tell you what I can deliver.
Charles Rane: I want this plane fully fueled. If I do not see a fuel truck in position and functioning in the next five minutes, you will be responsible for a great many deaths.
Chief Biggs: I'm not fully authorized to grant any demands at this time.
Charles Rane: I suggest you look out your window toward the plane just in front of the landing gear.
[Biggs looks out the window and sees Forget drop the dead body of Captain Whitehurst off the plane]
Charles Rane: I've just executed five passengers. I will execute five more every three minutes until you find someone who is authorized to meet my demands.
Chief Biggs: Look, I want to help but how do I know you won't kill the rest of those passengers once I get you what you want?
Charles Rane: Get the truck near the plane. As soon as the fuel begins to flow, I will release half the passengers. You will be responsible for saving a hundred lives all by yourself.
Chief Biggs: Look, I'll make some calls.
Charles Rane: While you're on the phone, I will be killing another group of passengers. Let me know when I should stop.
Chief Biggs: Now wait, wait...
Charles Rane: Do we have an agreement?
Chief Biggs: Fuel's on its way.
Charles Rane: Check and mate.
[Rane bursts into the cockpit with his gun pointed at the crew]
Charles Rane: Who's in charge?
Captain Whitehurst: I am.
Charles Rane: [shoots the captain and then points his gun at the first officer] Once again, who's in charge?
First Officer: You are.
Charles Rane: Excellent.
Charles Rane: You wouldn't take advantage of a helpless man.
John Cutter: Never stopped you.
Charles Rane: It's the American way, isn't it, brother?
[on an airborne helicopter]
pilot: Mr. Delvecchio, I've got Mr. Ramsey on the line.
Sly Delvecchio: Oh. Well, I guess we can't tell him I stepped out, now can we?
Sly Delvecchio: You know, that's what I admire about you! Even though you are being hit on by absolutely beautiful woman, you are determined to maintaining your vow of chastity. You know, you'd make a hell of a republican!
John Cutter: Look chief, I thought all of you ham hogging, country biscuit eating boys knew how to drive? Was it a bunch of bullshit or what?
Chief Biggs: I haven't had a challenge like that since I was in high school!
John Cutter: Chief, I didn't know you went to high school?
John Cutter: Plan not working out the way you wanted? Asshole?
Charles Rane: Don't flatter yourself Cutter. You prevented nothing. Although it seems I may have underestimated you.
Charles Rane: Mr. Cutter, how kind of you to pay me a visit. You've been a worthy adversary. It's a shame we won't be seeing much more of each other.
John Cutter: Let me tell you something. If anybody else gets hurt on that plane... it's gonna take a hell of a lot more than a prison cell to keep me from ripping your fucking nuts off.
Charles Rane: I'd come to expect more from you than cheap vulgarities.
John Cutter: Now I'm sick of your shit!
Charles Rane: You need the passengers, i need the plane. Put me back on board and the passengers will be released.
John Cutter: Yeah right. I'm supposed to trust you?
Charles Rane: Trust your instincts.
John Cutter: My instincts are to wax your ass all over this floor!
Charles Rane: Those are your emotions acting without the benefit of intellect.
[when asked if his father is still alive by the FBI agent]
Charles Rane: Died... violently.