Universal Soldier (1992)
Veronica: How can you be so damn calm? I mean, your buddies back there just shot enough ammo at us to destroy Eastern Europe, and you're sitting here bitching at me about a goddamned seat belt?
Woodward: Colonel Perry. We killed an innocent man.
Colonel Perry: What do you suggest we do, Woodward? Let that reporter run off with one of our UniSols?
Woodward: We can't just cover this up. We have a moral obligation to tell the truth about this.
Colonel Perry: I thought you were more clever than that, Woodward. This whole goddamn program is off the shelf. Do you really think for one second those wimps at the Pentagon... would allow the regeneration of dead soldiers, American soldiers?
Brenda the Waitress: [to Luc, who has devoured many, many plates of food at the diner] That's a lot of food you've put away, boy.
Luc: It's good food.
Brenda the Waitress: Yup. You gonna be able to pay for all that?
[Luc looks at her dumbfounded, she senses the answer and calls to the back]
Brenda the Waitress: Hey Hank! We got a deadbeat here!
Hank the Cook: [Comes out from the kitchen] Hey, punk, I been slavin' all day makin' that slop!
Luc: The food is good.
Hank the Cook: Fuckin' A it is. The question is, how are you going to pay for it?
Luc: I - I don't know.
Hank the Cook: You don't know. Ain't that cute? I'm gonna bust your head, punk!
Luc: I - I don't want to hurt you.
Hank the Cook: Awww, he don't wanna hurt ol' Hank.
[Takes a swing at Luc, and is easily beaten by him. Luc then proceeds to do the same thing to every patron in the café who steps up to him]
Veronica: You know, why don't you...
[shocked to see Luc]
Veronica: What are you doing?
Luc: It's not safe for you out here.
Veronica: Where're your clothes?
Luc: I have to... I have to cool down.
Luc: [asking Veronica to help him look on his naked body for a tracer] Look for something hard.
Luc: [looking down] Is that supposed to be there?
Veronica: Yes, yes it's very normal.
Veronica: All right look. Do you have a family, a friend? Is there a Misses Fourty-Four waiting for you some place?
Veronica: Oh man, I'd kill for a cigarette right now
Luc: You'd kill someone for a cigarette?
Veronica: No. It's an expression, a figure of speech. I wouldn't exactly kill someone for a cigarette. I'd hurt them real bad at this point, but I won't kill 'em.
Scott: God damn it the whole fucking platoon's dropping like flies! What the hell are you staring it? Do you have any idea what it's like out there? Do you? Well I'm fighting this thing man, it's like kick ass, or kiss ass, and I'm busting heads! It's the only way to win this fucking war. And these shitheads, these yellow traitoring motherfuckers. They're everywhere. And I, Sergeant Andrew Scott of the US Army, I'm gonna teach 'em all.
Scott: [while repeatedly ramming a badly beaten Luc's head into the side of a car] NOw I'm gonna teach you the chain of command private! When I say: "Jump!"; You say: "How high?" Got it? Got it? Take it and stick in your fucking head!
Scott: You can't run from this war soldier! Not under my command. You're growing weak. You should have taken your... medication.
Scott: [while draggin Luc towards Veronica] I gave you an order soldier, now let me see you waste that gook traitor... Now where are we gonna shoot her? In the stomach? Naa... In the chest? Noooo... I think we should shoot her... in the head!
[Scott points his gun at Veronica's head and pulls the trigger]
Scott: It's empty.
[with a big grin]
Scott: It's empty!
Soldier: They swam a mile and a half in four minutes?
Colonel Perry: They're eight seconds behind schedule.
Luc: Sarge, you want me? I am here. Let the girl go!
Scott: Don't tell me what to do, soldier! I give the orders around here, and you're gonna have to learn that! She's a fucking gook traitor! I gave you an order to kill her, and now you must fulfill that order, Private!
Luc: Sarge, the war is over.
Scott: Not for me! Not for her! And not for *you*!
[they begin fighting]
Scott: [after he shot the prison bus driver that was driving Luc and Veronica] Excuse me! You should check out your driver! He don't look so hot! Hahaha!
Scott: [after he shot four police officers in the supermarket with ease] See! They're everywhere!
Soldier 1: Sir, how do we write this one up? I mean, what do we say happened here?
soldier 2: Nothin'. Nothin' happened here at all. MIA. We didn't find anyone. d'you understand me?