Sarah: Help me! I don't want to die!
Gabe: You're not gonna die.
Eric Qualen: [to Tucker after Gabe has apparently been swept off the mountain during an avalanche] Your friend just had the most expensive funeral in history...
Qualen: I must say, you're a real piece of work.
Gabe: I must say, you're a real piece of shit.
Qualen: You want to kill me, don't you, Tucker? Well, get a number and get in line.
Gabe: [burning the stolen money] It costs a fortune to heat this place.
Gabe Walker: I've been working up in Denver.
BASE Jumper 1: Work? Don't say that word man!
Evan: Man, I hate work. Even when somebody else is doing it.
[the jet is about to make an emergency landing after they screwed up]
Eric Qualen: Don't bother to buckle up - you may not want to survive this.
Travers: Tucker and Walker! We're missing 3 bags.
Gabe Walker: What's in them?
Travers: None of your fucking business!
Eric Qualen: Suits, socks, 100 million dollars - the usual stuff.
Eric Qualen: Do you know what real love is, Kristel?
Eric Qualen: [whispers in her ear] Sacrifice...
Hal Tucker: Delmar, from me to you, you're an asshole.
Delmar: Yeah? And you're a loud-mouth punk slag, who's about to die.
Hal Tucker: Maybe. But in a minute I'll be dead, and you, will always be an asshole.
Jessie: This rope looks 60 years old. Will it hold?
Gabe: Don't think so.
Jessie: Bad answer.
[to the FBI]
Hal Tucker: If your looking for Qualen, try about 4,000 feet south of here. He'll be the one wearing the helicopter.
Eric Qualen: Travers, have you lost your mind?
Travers: Have I lost it? Fuckin-A, I've lost it, Qualen! Pure fucking Section Eight!
[over the radio]
Travers: It's Walker! The son of a bitch is still alive, Qualen.
Eric Qualen: No names, this is an open line.
Travers: I don't give a damn, ERIC QUALEN!
Gabe: Remember, shithead! Keep your arms and legs in the vehicle at all times!
Hal Tucker: [grabbing shotgun off Delmar's back] Season's over, asshole!
Travers: Get off my back, Qualen!
Qualen: Off? I haven't even got on it... yet.
Kynette: Time to kill a mountain man.
Kynette: It amazes me, in this day and age, when a man would put money before the personal safety of himself and his bitch.
Kynette: I wanted you to go to your grave knowing that I'm going to treat the bitch... right!
[Gabe suddenly grabs Kynette by the crotch and chest and impales him on a large stalactite]
[During the theft of the money, Travers zip lines from one plane to another]
Eric Qualen: Why didn't you send the money first?
Travers: Somehow I didn't think you'd wait for me if I sent it first.
Delmar: Tell me... do you like soccer? It's a great sport. I was a fuckin' good striker.
Eric Qualen: [watching Kristel assemble the bomb] You'll make a good wife for someone one day.
Kristel: You should see me bake a cake.
Eric Qualen: Tucker and Walker, you resiliant bastards! You're still alive!