Patriot Games (1992)
[discussing satellite surveillance of the terrorist training camps in North Africa]
Jack Ryan: The people in those camps know probably better than we do exactly what time the satellite's going to pass overhead. And Marty... unless you authorize us to retask those satellites so we can get a look before they're overhead from the side, we are never gonna know which camp they're at.
Marty Cantor: Jack, do you have any idea how big a deal it is to retask those satellites?
Jack Ryan: [gives him a stern look] Yeah!
Admiral Greer: Excuse me, Jack, tell me one thing in life that is absolutely for certain.
Jack Ryan: My daughter's love.
Jimmy O'Reardon: Ah, ye're not gonna make me wear a rubber, are ye? Ye know, the church says wearin' one o' them's a sin, darlin'.
Annette Bearer: So's this, darlin'!
[shoots Jimmy in the head while he lies in bed]
Cathy Ryan: It was him wasn't it? He's never gonna leave us alone.
Jack Ryan: He'll never get that close to us again, honey. That's why he calls in the middle of the night. It's all he can do.
Cathy Ryan: You get him, Jack. I don't care what you have to do. Just get him.
Sean Miller: I saw his wife and daughter die, but she and Neddy blew it. Ryan's still alive.
Kevin O'Donnell: They're not dead, Sean.
Sean Miller: What?
Kevin O'Donnell: They survived it. I can't say it any plainer than that. It doesn't matter. Your trip served its purpose.
Sean Miller: It *does* matter!
Sean Miller: How's the family, Ryan? Nearly lost 'em, didn't you? It's easy to get at them. You should look after your family better, you know? Are you there?
Jack Ryan: Yeah.
Sean Miller: I understand your little girl's feeling better, eh? Lost her spleen though, eh? Pity, that. Make it a mighty tough on her to fight off infection, eh Jacky?
Jack Ryan: You sick son of a bitch!
[showing Marty some pictures of the woman they're after, provided by Paddy O'Neil]
Jack Ryan: Paddy O'Neil can sleep at night. In fact, he probably enjoys the irony. She's not Irish; she's English.
[about Paddy O'Neil and the pictures he provided to Jack]
Marty Cantor: You tell O'Neil that you're looking for a girl, he gives you the pictures of a girl. He obliges you to get you off his back. And you believe him?
Jack Ryan: I didn't tell him I was looking for a girl, Marty.
Robby: Attention to orders. I have a presentation to make. For service above and beyond the call of duty of a tourist, or even a Marine, we recognize Professor John Patrick Ryan, with the Order of the Purple Target.
[he hangs a medal around Jack's neck in the shape of a bulls-eye, with the words "SHOOT ME" on it]
Robby: And hope that he will duck next time, lest he become part of history, rather than a teacher of it.
Jack Ryan: [to CIA Agent Geoffrey Watkins who turned out to be a mole, and has already been shot once] Want me to start with the other knee?
Marty Cantor: They were moving him to Albany Prison in the Isle of Wight while it happened. We think he's left the country.
Admiral Greer: Marty, excuse me. Let's deal in what we know and not what we don't. We know he's escaped. We know it happened in Kent near the Channel. If he's left the country... Jack, listening? The chances he'd come here, that he'd try, that he could come here are so remote, I have trouble even saying it.
Jack Ryan: And yet your first instinct was to come all the way here and tell me.
Robby: So, you just waded on in like John Wayne. Why'd you do it? What were you thinking, man?
Jack Ryan: I don't know. I wasn't thinking.
Robby: That's it? You sound like some of my students.
Jack Ryan: It just pissed me off. I couldn't just stand there and watch him shoot those people right in front of me. It was... rage. Pure rage... Just made me mad.
Robby: Here's hoping you never get mad at me, man.
Jack Ryan: [to the attacker] Where's Sean Miller? Where's Sean Miller?
Jack Ryan: Listen! Who are we looking for here, huh? IRA terrorists or some ultra-violent faction of the IRA, fighting the cause their way? Jimmy O'Reardon checked into a hotel with a woman with long red hair. Long red hair! This is who we should be looking for! We find her... we'll find him.
Admiral Greer: SAS could take out any one of these camps in under two minutes. Kill everybody there and be gone before the echo fades. Are you sure this is the same woman?
[Jack has a vacant look on his face]
Admiral Greer: Keep at it, then.
Jack Ryan: I'm not after your job, Marty. I'm after the man who tried to kill my family.
Jack Ryan: I want to know where Sean Miller and Kevin O'Donnell are.
Paddy O'Neil: [scoffs] Let me try and understand this. You want me to sell out my fellow lrishmen to you? I don't think you understand me at all.
Jack Ryan: Oh, l think l do.
Paddy O'Neil: Listen! l don't give a damn what they've done. But the day l sell out my own people is the day l'll put a bullet through my head.
Jack Ryan: So, that's it then?
Paddy O'Neil: That's it. You know on second thought maybe I won't have a drink with you
Jack Ryan: Fine. I'll go home.
Paddy O'Neil: Have a nice trip.
Jack Ryan: I'll go home and call all the news stations! Invite them into my daughter's hospital ward. Give them what they want!
Jack Ryan: [Gets in O'Neil's face] I don't give a shit whether you did it or not. But if you don't help me, I will put such a stranglehold on your gun money that your boys will be out in the streets throwing rocks! I will *fucking* destroy you! I will make it my mission in life!
Kevin O'Donnell: Inspector Robert Highland, we meet at last. Tell me, what do they pay you to turn against your own people?
Inspector Highland: Get on with it and be on your way.
Kevin O'Donnell: Very well, if that's the way you feel about it.
[Kevin hands his gun over to Sean, who then proceeds to kill Highland]
[discussing Cathy Ryan's pregnancy]
Sally Ryan: I don't have any say in this, do I?
Jack Ryan: Sure, you do, honey. This is a family. Everybody's got a say.
Sally Ryan: But my say's after the fact. Or am I wrong?
Jack Ryan: Uhh... no, you're right.
Sally Ryan: Michaela really despises her little sister.
Jack Ryan: Yeah? Well, ready for this? It could be even worse. It could be a baby brother.
Sally Ryan: [rolls her eyes] Oh, no. Boys...
Sean Miller: Bloody proud of yourself, aren't you? You stuck your nose in where it didn't belong. And now you've killed my baby brother.
[regarding Sally Ryan, who they are about to kill]
Miller's Driver: Kinda cute, isn't she?
Sean Miller: Is she?
Jack Ryan: [answering machine answers] Sorry, we can't come to the phone right now. If you leave a message, we'll get back to you as soon as we can. Thanks.
Sean Miller: This won't be like anything you've ever done before, little brother.
Jack Ryan: Down! Get down!
Terrorist: Move in!
Jack Ryan: Get down!
[the car explodes]
Jack Ryan: Come! Get down! Keep her down!
Kevin O'Donnell: Fuck the bloody IRA. All these years of war, and they've got us nowhere. In its heart and soul, England is still a monarchy, and that is where we must strike... at the royals and the ruling class. You're either with us or against us, Jimmy Boy. Make up your mind.
Kevin O'Donnell: But what Ryan done can't be undone. So you should stop thinking about it.
Sean Miller: I can't.
Jack Ryan: What about my daughter?
Doctor: Let's sit down for a moment.
Jack Ryan: No, talk to me.
Doctor: It will be a while before we know. Maybe in the morning.
Cathy Ryan: Where's Sally?
Jack Ryan: She's in the recovery room, honey. They're watching her. We'll know in seven or eight hours.
Jack Ryan: They had to remove her spleen. She's in pretty bad shape.
Jack Ryan: Bring up Camp Eighteen again. Tighten on the camp here.
Jack Ryan: Where are you taking me, Marty?
Marty Cantor: It's you who have taken us, Jack...
Woman: Satellite now entering target area.
Marty Cantor: ...Into battle.
Woman: Enlargement Sector Four. Airborne Support approaching target area. E.T.A. Thirty five seconds.
Cathy Ryan: [on the phone] Okay, tell us... Thank you!
Inspector Highland: [to Sean Miller] Although l disapprove of the things you've done, l can't quite bring myself to condemn you. l can't, because l understand where the hatred comes from. l more than understand it. But the fact is, we're very near the darkest hole in all of Great Britain.
Jimmy O'Reardon: Kevin. Charlie's gonna drop by tonight to try to straighten things out. Be smart. Talk to him. And hold your temper.
Kevin O'Donnell: I promise. Thanks, Jimmy.
[later, after O'Donnell kills three IRA hitmen who were sent to his house to kill him]
Kevin O'Donnell: That's me holding my temper, Jimmy-boy.
[after Cathy and Sally crash into concrete divider on highway]
Sean Miller: [satisfied and confident] They're gone.
Sean Miller: Get out of the car! Come on! Get out! Open the fucking door! British!
Cathy Ryan: Jack!
Sean Miller: Open it or I'll blow it up!
[Jack shoots Paddy]
Sean Miller: Paddy?
Paddy O'Neil: When the IRA carry out any form of campaign, they admit to it. Common sense, logic...
CIA Agent: That is a kill.