The Rock (1996)
John Mason: Are you sure you're ready for this?
Stanley Goodspeed: I'll do my best.
John Mason: Your "best"! Losers always whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen.
Stanley Goodspeed: Carla was the prom queen.
John Mason: Really?
Stanley Goodspeed: [cocks his gun] Yeah.
General Hummel: Did they bother to tell you who I am and why I'm doing this or are they just using you like they do everybody else?
John Mason: All I know is that you were big in Vietnam, I saw the highlights on television.
General Hummel: Then you probably have no idea what it means to lead some of the finest men on God's earth into combat and then watch their memories get betrayed by their own fucking government.
John Mason: I don't quite see how you cherish the memory of the dead by killing another million. And, this is not combat, it's an act of lunacy, General Sir. Personally, I think you're a fucking idiot.
General Hummel: "The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants." Thomas Jefferson.
John Mason: "Patriotism is a virtue of the vicious," according to Oscar Wilde.
[Hummel strikes him, and he falls to his knees]
John Mason: Thank you for making my point.
General Hummel: Where are the guidance chips?
[Points his gun at Mason's head]
General Hummel: WHERE ARE THE GUIDANCE CHIPS?
John Mason: I've destroyed them.
General Hummel: That was a bad move, soldier.
General Hummel: Major Anderson, if you have any concern for the lives of your men, you will order them to safety their weapons and place them on the deck.
Agent Paxton: This is not happening...
Commander Anderson: Sir, we know why you're out here. God knows, I agree with you. But like you, I swore to defend this country against all enemies, foreign, sir... and domestic. General, we've spilled the same blood in the same mud. And you know god damn well I can't give that order.
Navy SEAL: We're dead!
General Hummel: Your unit is covered from an elevated position, Commander. I'm not gonna ask you again. Don't do anything stupid. No-one has to die here.
Commander Anderson: [raising his voice] You men following the General: you're under oath as United States Marines, have you forgotten that? We all have shipmates we remember, some of them were shit on and pissed on by the Pentagon. But that doesn't give you the right to mutiny!
General Hummel: You call it what you want! You're down there, we're up here! You walked into the wrong goddamn room, Commander!
General Hummel: Remember Operation Desert Storm? Those surgical hits made by our smart bombs that were covered so well on CNN? It was my men on the ground that made those hits possible by lazing the targets. Twenty of those men were left to rot outside Baghdad after the conflict ended. No benefits were payed to their families. No medals conferred. These men died for their country and they weren't even given a goddamn military burial. This situation is unacceptable. You will transfer one hundred million dollars from Grand Cayman Red Sea trading company to an account I designate. From these funds, one million dollars will be paid to each of the eighty-three marines' families. The rest of the funds, I will disperse at my discretion. Do I make myself clear?
Womack: Except for the Red Sea Trading Company. What is that?
General Hummel: Identify yourself.
Womack: This is FBI Director Womack, General.
General Hummel: It's a slush-fund where the Pentagon keeps proceeds from illeagal arms deals...
General Al Kramer: Jesus, Frank, this is classified information!
General Hummel: You alert the media, I launch the gas. You refuse payment, I launch the gas. You've got forty hours, until noon, day after tomorrow, to arrange transfer of the money. I am aware of your countermeasure. You know and I know it doesn't stand a chance. Hummel from Alcatraz, out.
Stanley Goodspeed: Look, I'm just a biochemist. Most of the time, I work in a little glass jar and lead a very uneventful life. I drive a Volvo, a beige one. But what I'm dealing with here is one of the most deadly substances the earth has ever known, so what say you cut me some FRIGGIN' SLACK?
John Mason: I want a suite, a shower, a shave, the feel of a suit.
Stanley Goodspeed: May I also suggest a haircut?
John Mason: Am I out of style?
Stanley Goodspeed: Unless you're a 20 year old guitarist from Seattle. It's a grunge thing.
Captain Darrow: Excuse me, general... but what about the fucking money?
General Hummel: There is no fucking money. The mission's over.
Captain Frye: Bullshit it's over!
Major Tom Baxter: You're talking to a General, soldier! Maintain discipline.
Captain Darrow: I'm not a soldier, Major. The day we took hostages, we became mercenaries. And mercenaries get paid. I want my FUCKING money!
John Mason: Womack! Why am I not surprised, you piece of shit!
Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: Southern China? We've never even admitted we sent troops into China.
General Hummel: Who is this? Identify yourself!
Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: White House Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair, General.
General Hummel: How OLD are you Mr. Sinclair?
Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: I'm 33.
General Hummel: Well Mr. Sinclair, you've probably got no FUCKING idea what I'm talking about! By your 9th birthday, I was running BlackOps into China and my men were responsible for over two-hundred enemy kills. Now someone put some rigging tape over Mr. Sinclair's mouth, he's wasting my time!
Stanley Goodspeed: "I'd take pleasure in guttin' you, boy. I'd take pleasure in guttin' you... boy." What is wrong with these people, huh? Mason? Don't you think there's a lot of, uh, a lot of anger flowing around this island? Kind of a pubescent volatility? Don't you think? A lotta angst, a lot of "I'm sixteen, I'm angry at my father" syndrome? I mean grow up! We're stuck on an island with a bunch of violence-for-pleasure-seeking psycophatic marines, SHAME-ON-THEM!
Stanley Goodspeed: Anyway, I only got one chem round, and there's two left... Mason?
John Mason: Yes, I'm here. I was just thinking how wonderful it was when the inmates weren't allowed to talk in here.
Stanley Goodspeed: You enjoying this?
John Mason: Well, it's certainly more enjoyable than my average day... reading philosophy, avoiding gang rape in the washrooms... though, it's less of a problem these days. Maybe I'm losing my sex appeal.
FBI Director Womack: Just clippers, no scissors.
Paul the Hotel Barber: No scissors, you've got to be kidding me, no scissors. I mean, did they tell Picasso "no brush"?
FBI Director Womack: With scissors, this man could kill you.
John Mason: I can't cut off anyone's balls with a trimmer, now can I? Why don't we do this outside? Get some sun.
Stanley Goodspeed: Listen, I think we got started off on the wrong foot.Stan Goodspeed, FBl. Uh - Let's talk music. Do you like the Elton John song, "Rocket Man"?
Captain Darrow: I don't like soft-ass shit.
Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, you - Oh, oh. Oh.Well, I only bring it up because, uh, it's you. You're the Rocket Man.
[Goodspeed fires a rocket at him]
John Mason: [Mason and Goodspeed are defusing a poison gas rocket] What exactly does this stuff do?
Stanley Goodspeed: If the rocket renders it aerosol, it could take out the entire city of people.
John Mason: Really? And what happens if you drop one?
Stanley Goodspeed: Happily, it'd just wipe out you and me.
John Mason: How?
Stanley Goodspeed: It's a cholinesterase inhibitor. Stops the brain from sending nerve messages down the spinal cord within thirty seconds. Any epidermal exposure or inhalation and you'll know. A twinge at the small of your back as the poison seizes your nervous system...
Stanley Goodspeed: [Mason has lifted the chem round to look at it] DO NOT MOVE THAT! Your muscles freeze, you can't breathe, you spasm so hard you break your own back and spit your guts out. But that's after your skin melts off.
John Mason: My God...
Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, I think we'd like God on our side at the moment, don't you?
Stanley Goodspeed: Why didn't you just tell them were the microfilm was and create a solution?
John Mason: The moment they had the microfilm, they'd suicide me. Some solution.
Paul (hotel barber): Okay, I don't want to know nothing. I never saw you throw that gentleman off the balcony. All I care about is: are you happy with your haircut?
Stanley Goodspeed: Honey? Uh... You wanna know who really killed JFK?
Commander Anderson: Thank you very fucking much Mr. Mason, you've led us into a room with no exit.
Major Tom Baxter: We're asking them. We're asking them for a new deadline.
General Hummel: Put the phone down.
Major Tom Baxter: The men are falling apart!
General Hummel: The men are Marines!
Major Tom Baxter: Are they?
[Hummel is silent]
Major Tom Baxter: I want to talk to General Kramer.
General Hummel: You've been asked by an old friend.
Major Tom Baxter: Put him on the phone right now.
General Hummel: You're being ordered by a superior officer.
Major Tom Baxter: This is Major Baxter...!
General Hummel: [draws] Now you're being given your last chance by a man with a gun. Put the phone down.
Commander Anderson: Have you ever been in a combat situation before?
Stanley Goodspeed: Define combat, sir.
Commander Anderson: Shep?
Lt. Shephard: An incursion underwater to re-take an impregnable fortress held by an elite team of U.S. Marines, in possession of eighty-one hostages and fifteen guided rockets loaded with V.X. poison gas.
Stanley Goodspeed: Oh. In that case, no sir. Excuse me...
Stanley Goodspeed: I love pressure. I eat it for breakfast.
Stanley Goodspeed: Hi, I'm an agent with the federal... FBI... Well, my, I'm Stanley Goodspeed.
John Mason: But of course you are.
Agent Paxton: Well, at least he got his name right.
Stanley Goodspeed: Of course I am.
John Mason: And you have an emergency.
Stanley Goodspeed: Right.
John Mason: And you need my help.
Stanley Goodspeed: Exactly right.
John Mason: Coffee.
Stanley Goodspeed: No, I'm fine, thank you.
John Mason: Offer me coffee.
John Mason: I'm sure all this will make a great bed time story to tell your kid.
Stanley Goodspeed: You're insane, Mason. The kid'll have nightmares. I'll spend all my money on shrinks.
Stanley Goodspeed: You mean I'm going out there, under the water?
Womack: Well earlier today you wanted a gun. Now you're getting a gun and a wet suit.
[after Mason has killed a Marine, the corpse's foot twitches]
Stanley Goodspeed: You've been around a lot of corpses. Is that normal?
John Mason: What, the feet thing?
Stanley Goodspeed: Yeah, the feet thing.
John Mason: Yeah, it happens.
Stanley Goodspeed: Well I'm having a hard time concentrating. Can you do something about it?
John Mason: Like what, kill him again?
Agent Paxton: Mr. Mason, I'm Special Agent-in-Charge Ernest Paxton.
John Mason: In charge of what? Fucking me over for another three decades?
Agent Paxton: I don't know anything about your previous matters. We've brought you here because there's a situation that we think you can help us with.
John Mason: And what might that be? I've been in jail longer than Nelson Mandela, so maybe you want me to run for president.
Captain Frye: Me and my boys are cocked, locked and ready to rock.
Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, just some terrorists decided to send a little care package. Box of goodies. Which had to be neutralized before blowing up the office...
[plucks a harsh note on his guitar]
Stanley Goodspeed: So I took the rest of the day off. Glass of wine, little guitar... Just relax.
Stanley Goodspeed: I mean it, honey, the world is being Fed-exed to hell in a hand cart. I really believe anyone thinking even thinking of bringing a child into the world is coldly considering an act of cruelty.
[pause, Carla stares at Stanley]
Stanley Goodspeed: I know, I'm rambling, I'm complaining, I'm sorry. What's your news, baby?
Carla: I'm pregnant.
Stanley Goodspeed: How, in the name of Zeus's butthole, did you get out of your cell?
[Goodspeed's Beatles album arrives at the office]
Stanley Goodspeed: Yes! She's here, bring it to me now, thank you Phil!
Isherwood: What's that? And why did you have it sent here?
Stanley Goodspeed: Carla wouldn't approve. She thinks it's dumb to spend $600 on an LP.
Isherwood: Carla's right. Why didn't you just spend $13 on a CD, man?
Stanley Goodspeed: Well, first of all, it's because I'm a Beatlemaniac. And second, these sound better.
Captain Darrow: Sergeant Crisp, secure the General. I'm relieving you of command, sir.
Captain Darrow: SERGEANT.
[Sergeant Crisp pulls out his pistol and reaches for General Hummel's gun holster]
Sergeant Crisp: I'll have that sidearm, sir.
[General Hummel pulls out his pistol from behind his back and points it at Sergeant Crisp]
General Hummel: You mean this sidearm?
[Captains Frye and Darrow pull out their pistols and point them at General Hummel]
Captain Frye: Major Baxter, you're either with us or against us.
Major Tom Baxter: It has been the greatest honor of my life to serve with you, General.
[Pulls out his pistol and points it General Hummel]
Major Tom Baxter: But like he said, it's over.
[Shoots Captain Darrow]
FBI Director Womack: What do you know about V.X. gas?
Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: Liquid; failed pesticide; discovered by mistake in 1952. Uhh, actually, it's kind of like champagne that way. The Franciscan monks thought they were making white wine. Somehow the bottle carbonated. Voila, champagne, and uhh, then the whole thing...
FBI Director Womack: The gas, Dr. Goodspeed.
Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: It's very, very horrible sir. It's one of those things we wish we could disinvent. This isn't a training exercise, is it?
Private Cox: [beating up Mason] English prick. I tell you my old man was Irish?
General Hummel: You made a terrible mistake, and more of our brothers have died in vain. Damn you for forcing me into this position.
Stanley Goodspeed: Mason, the second you don't respect this, it kills you.
John Mason: Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes.
Stanley Goodspeed: "I fear the Greeks even when they bring gifts."
John Mason: Ah, an educated man.
[Stanley gives a modest wave]
John Mason: That, of course, rules out the possibility of you being a field agent.
Stanley Goodspeed: Hi, darling, it's me. Listen, do not come, I repeat, do not come to San Francisco.
Carla: [Answers the phone] Stanley, no.
Stanley Goodspeed: Carla...
Carla: Like hell I'm not comin'!
Stanley Goodspeed: Wait, Carla...
[tries to dial again]
John Mason: Who's Carla, and why don't you want her to come to San Francisco?
Stanley Goodspeed: You're on a need-to-know basis... and you do'nt need to know.
FBI Director Womack: Great job, Goodspeed.
Agent Paxton: Why don't you throw in a trip to Tahiti while you're at it?
FBI Agent: Okay, I'll deliver this to the Attorney General...
FBI Director Womack: [Interrupts and takes the contract from Hunt] Ah, no. You'll give that to me, there's a car waiting outside for you, thank you.
[He rips up the contract]
Stanley Goodspeed: That's a signed federal document, sir. Isn't that illegal?
FBI Director Womack: You're not acquainted with the full facts, Goodspeed.
Stanley Goodspeed: With all due respect, sir, I'd like clarification. I gave that man my word.
John Mason: I'm fed up saving your ass. I'm amazed you ever got past puberty.
Stanley Goodspeed: How do you... do it?
John Mason: I was trained by the best. British intelligence. But in retrospect I would rather have been a poet. Or a farmer.
Stanley Goodspeed: Okay.
John Mason: When all this is over, you'll go back home driving Carla and your baby insane in your beige Volvo. And I'll be dead, or back in prison which is the same thing.
Stanley Goodspeed: Well, I'm one of those fortunate people who like my job, sir. Got my first chemistry set when I was seven, blew my eyebrows off, we never saw the cat again, been into it ever since.
Stanley Goodspeed: I'm unarmed sir. I am unarmed, sir.
Womack: Where's your issue?
Stanley Goodspeed: I left in my...
Stanley Goodspeed: sock drawer.
John Mason: I have a unique knowledge of this prison facility. I was formerly a guest here.
Stanley Goodspeed: You know, I like history too, and maybe when this is all over you and I can stop by the souvenir shop together but right now I just... I just wanna find some rockets!
Womack: [being pulled up from the hotel balcony] Watch it, you fuckhead! You're gonna pull my arm out!
General Hummel: The men of marine force recon are selected to carry out illegal operations throughout the world. When they don't come home, their families are told fairy tales about what happened to them... and denied compensation. Well, I have choked on these lies my entire career. Well here and now the lies stop!
Commander Anderson: Make no mistake, gentlemen. We are in the fight of our lives, against one of the greatest battalion commanders of the Vietnam War, I shit you not.
John Mason: Your mother, well... she was very special.
Jade Angelou: Yes, she was. But I don't think that we should romanticize what happened between you and her. Meeting in a bar after a Led Zeppelin concert, ya know? And I was the result.
John Mason: Well, I'd like to think it would have led somewhere if only...
Jade Angelou: If only what? Six federal marshals hadn't kicked down her door and dragged you back to prison?
Captain Frye: You changed the coordinates, didn't you, General?
General Hummel: That's affirmative, Captain.
Sergeant Crisp: So now they think we're gutless, the feds? They think we won't actually do it?
Captain Frye: They're going to come at us with everything they got. Air and sea. They're going to bomb our ass back to the Stone Age.
Major Tom Baxter: They don't know we missed on purpose.
Captain Frye: Great. We're not gutless, we're incompetent.
[reading Hummel's file]
Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: Three tours in Vietnam, Panama, Grenada, Desert Storm; three Purple Hearts, two Silver Stars and the Congressional Medal of - Jesus. This man is a hero.
General Al Kramer: Well, I think "legend" might be a better description, Mr. Sinclair.
Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: Well, now we can add kidnapping and extortion to his list of accolades.
General Al Kramer: Mr. Sinclair, General Hummel is a man of honor.
Cable car conductor: Damn it! This sucks! Where's that son-of-a-bitch now? I'm gonna hunt him down! That motherfucker ain't safe nowhere!
Stanley Goodspeed: All right, I'll do it myself. I've had three weeks weapons training, I'll kick the... out of a platoon full of marines. No problem.
Stanley Goodspeed: What do you say we cut the chit-chat, a-hole?
Kid On Motorcycle: Hey man, you just fucked up your Ferrari.
Stanley Goodspeed: It's not mine.
Stanley Goodspeed: And neither is this.
Stanley Goodspeed: Mason, you all right?
John Mason: [hanging upside down] Yes. Perfectly okay, you fucking idiot.
Hotel Barber: Oh, who did this to you? This is just not right. In fact, it's nasty...
John Mason: It's a "grunge thing".
General Al Kramer: Wait a minute. What is the potential casualty rate for a single rocket armed with VX poison gas, General Peterson?
General Peterson: Sixty or seventy...
Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: Well, that's-that's not so bad.
General Peterson: ...thousand. Seventy *thousand* dead.
General Peterson: One teaspoon of this hits the floor, it's lethal up to... a hundred feet. One teaspoon of this shit detonated in the atmosphere... will kill every living organism in an eight-block radius. Get the point?
Cable car conductor: [as cable car careens down street] We're gonna crash! Save yourselves! Oh, my baby!
Agent Paxton: Congratulations, Dr. Goodspeed. You did it.
Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: Thank you, sir.
Agent Paxton: You know, for a while there, I didn't think you were going to make it. Well done, son. So where's Mason?
Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: Vaporized. Blown out to sea.
Agent Paxton: Blown out to sea, huh?
Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: Yeah.
Agent Paxton: [smiles] Poor bastard.
[They share a knowing glance]
General Hummel: Ladies and gentlemen, you're being detained against your will, and for that I apologize. It is not our intention in any way to harm you, you will not be detained one minute longer than is necessary for us to complete our mission.
Agent Paxton: Are you the barber?
Paul (hotel barber): [slightly camp] No, stylist.
Agent Paxton: Whatever.
General Hummel: This isn't about terrorism, it's about justice. It's about reminding you people of something you find politically convenient to forget.
Carla: [after telling Stanley she's pregnant] You didn't mean what you just said, did you?
Stanley Goodspeed: When?
Carla: Just right now, when you were talking about bringing a child into the world, and having it be an act of cruelty.
Stanley Goodspeed: I meant it at the time.
Carla: Stanley, "at the time"? You said it seven and a half seconds ago!
Stanley Goodspeed: Well... gosh, kind of a lot's happened since then.
General Hummel: Congressman Weaver and esteemed members of the Special Armed Services Committee, I come before you to protest a grave injustice... It has to stop.
Agent Paxton: Now you tell me I'm on a need-to-know basis. And I'm telling you right now, I need to who the fuck John Mason is, right now sir!
Womack: You want to know? Okay. 1962: J. Edgar Hoover is the head of the FBI, some say the country. It's no secret that he kept secret files on prominent Americans and Europeans. De Gaulle, British members of Parliament, even the Prime Minister. I mean, this guy had dirt on everybody in the world.
Agent Paxton: Yeah, I know all of the cloak and dagger stories. Where does Mason fit in?
Womack: Mason was the British operative who stole the files, but our Bureau agents caught him at the Canadian border. Of course, the British claimed that they never heard of him. So we held him without trial until he gave up the microfilm. But he never did.
Agent Paxton: Well, I'm surprised Hoover didn't use his daughter as leverage.
Womack: Hoover was dead in '72, she wasn't born yet. Today... it's a different Bureau.
Agent Paxton: So, you held this guy without trial his whole life. No wonder he's pissed.
Womack: This man knows our most intimate secrets from the last half century! The alien landing at Roswell, the truth behind the J.F.K. assassination. Mason's angry, he's lethal, he's a trained killer... and he is the only hope that we have got.
Captain Darrow: Maybe now they'll pay up.
Captain Hendrix: Maybe now they won't, captain.
Captain Darrow: Then maybe we need to execute a few hostages.
Agent Paxton: What's status?
Stanley Goodspeed: Status... is, they're dead. They're dead! It's just me and Mason, now he says he's leaving.
Agent Paxton: That is unacceptable, do you hear me? Unacceptable!
Stanley Goodspeed: Well, there's a problem sir, he's got a gun!
Agent Paxton: What do you have, a fuckin' water pistol?
John Mason: In my day, we did it all with a snorkel and a pair of flippers.
Stanley Goodspeed: Uh, yeah, okay, that's about the most awful thing I've ever seen.
Bob: Ladies and gentlemen, I, Ranger Bob, cordially invite you to become inmates of Alcatraz.
Womack: Damn it, you're on a need-to-know basis, and you don't need to know.
Stanley Goodspeed: How'd you do it?
John Mason: Nurtured the hope that there was hope. That one day I'd breathe free air. Perhaps meet my daughter. Modest hopes, but they kept a man alive.
Bob (park ranger): I'm not allowed to carry a gun!
Female Tourist: Oh you're not allowed to carry a gun? I got a goddamned gun! If I'd'a known this was gonna happen, I'd'a brought my mother-fuckin' gun! Help!
Stanley Goodspeed: You're not leaving! There's a madman in there with his hand on a... ON A BUTTON!
John Mason: Shh!
John Mason: Some sniper's gonna get his ass.
[Hummel visits his wife's grave before setting his plan into action]
General Hummel: I miss you so much.
General Hummel: There's something I've gotta do, Barb. Something I couldn't do while you were here. I tried. You know I tried everything, and I still don't have their attention. Let's hope this elevates their thinking. But whatever happens...
[he takes Congressional Medal of Honor out of his pocket]
General Hummel: ...please don't think less of me.
[he sets the Medal on top of the headstone, leans over and kisses it, and then walks away]
Stanley Goodspeed: You're shooting too close to the rocket! Him, but not the rocket!
John Mason: Any other news, professor?
John Mason: You must see a certain pattern emerging here... Alexander Solzenhitsyn...
Agent Paxton: Yeah, I heard of him. Didn't he play hockey for the fucking Red Wings?
John Mason: That's the chap.
Captain Darrow: Come here... come here, you little chicken shit!
Stanley Goodspeed: You shoot me, I drop this, we're both dead!
Captain Darrow: [points his gun away] Come on, come on, don't be scared, I won't hurt you! Come on...
Stanley Goodspeed: You know how this shit works?
Captain Darrow: [pulls his combat knife] You know how this shit works?
John Mason: [to his daughter] You know... you're almost the only evidence that I exist.
Stanley Goodspeed: Okay, I've got some bad news, and some really bad news. The bad news is, is that the gas is corrosive and its eating our suits...
Isherwood: It's all over my hand, man!
Stanley Goodspeed: You broke out, let me see if I can get this straight, down the incinerator chute, on the mine car, through the tunnels to the power plant, under the steam engine - that was really cool by the way - and into the cistern through the intake pipe. But how, in the name of Zeus' BUTTHOLE!... did you get out of your cell? I only ask because in our current situation, well, it could prove to be useful information. *Maybe*!
[Mason does not answer, but opens up his prison door with an improvised tool]
Stanley Goodspeed: [Goodspeed hears noise from Mason's door opening] Mason?
[to Goodspeed's surprise, his own door suddenly opens]
John Mason: Trade secrets, my son.
General Hummel: I'm not about to kill 80,000 innocent people! Do you think I'm out of my fucking mind? We bluffed, they called it. The mission is over.
Captain Frye: Who said anything about bluffing, General?
John Mason: [as they are escaping] Hummel won't do it, he's a soldier not a murderer. I read it in his eyes.
Stanley Goodspeed: You read it in his eyes? I'm sorry, but that's not a chance I can afford to take!
John Mason: Okay, then talk louder.
Stanley Goodspeed: [Goodspeed knocks Mason off the ledge left hanging by a rope] Are you ok?
John Mason: Perfectly fine you fucking idiot!
FBI Director Womack: Cocksucker!
[Showing Mason his arm in a cast]
John Mason: So, how's your bowling arm?
Bob: [Hummel and two marines walk up behind him] What's the matter fellas... something with the tour?
General Hummel: Tour's over, Bob!
Stanley Goodspeed: [Stanley and Carla are making love. The phone rings] I have to get that.
Carla: No, you don't.
Stanley Goodspeed: Yes, I do. They know I'm home.
Carla: [annoyed] Stanley, how can they possibly know you're home?
Stanley Goodspeed: [beat] It's the FBI.
General Hummel: Hey, girls? You havin' a good time?
Little Girl: Yeah.
General Hummel: Will you do something for me? It's really - It's really important. I need you to tell your teacher that you need to get back on the boat and go home right now.
General Hummel: I guess you haven't completely taken care of the rat problem, Captain.
Captain Hendrix: No, sir.
General Hummel: Well, there are two dead men here who strongly suggest that you go finish the job.
Captain Hendrix: Yes, sir.
[realizing he's being given an order]
Captain Hendrix: YES, SIR!