Oscar Galvin: Did I or did I not tell you to get 1206 off the main?
Connie: I asked them nicely.
Oscar Galvin: I am not going to jeopardize any more property or personnel just because some engineer wants to play *hero*! Now you stop your pursuit or I will fire you!
Frank: [chuckles] Fire... You already did.
Oscar Galvin: Already did what?
Frank: You've already fired me. I received my 90 day notice in the mail... 72 days ago.
Oscar Galvin: [after 777 rips through the derails] What - what the hell was that?
Connie: THAT was ten million pounds of train, Mr. Galvin! And THIS is the sound of me saving your ass!
[punches the transmitter]
Connie: 1206, do you copy?
Frank: [proposing 1206 chase down 777] There's a good chance the derailer won't work.
Will: It's called a derailer, for Christ's sake! That's what they do!
Frank: A train that size going that fast, it will vaporize anything that gets in its way.
Frank: Mr. Galvin, with all due respect, I've been railroading twenty-eight years. I'm telling you, we got a real chance to stop this thing.
Oscar Galvin: No, we already tried.
Frank: That was from the front. We're long hood lead back. It's a different situation. We got more control now.
Oscar Galvin: What if I cancel the derailer and you fail, Frank? Huh? That train will be doing seventy miles an hour into that elevated S-curve in Stanton. The damage will be a hundred times worse.
Frank: Right. I'm just telling you, the portable derailer is worthless. You got too much train traveling entirely too fast.
Will: This is Will Colson, the conductor speaking; just to let you know we're gonna gonna run this bitch down.
Frank: This ain't training. In training they just give you an F. Out here you get killed.
Frank: [to Will] You are a funny guy. Well-trained, but funny.
Connie: How the hell did this happen?
Dewey: It just got away from me.
Connie: It got away from you? It's a train, Dewey, not a chipmunk!
Connie: [walking up to Frank and Will] Sir, I was wondering if you could help me?
Connie: I can't decide which I one of you I'm going to kiss first.
[all three of them laugh happily]
Will: Problem solved, go get them Connie.
Connie: All right, bring it on
[kisses Frank on the cheek]
Connie: [Will kisses his wife Darcy]
Darcy Colson: [to her son] Hey, hey! Come give me a kiss. Be good.
Will: Yeah. Well, sort of. It's a long story.
Frank: We got a long day.
Will: How about you, you married?
Frank: Short story. Once.
Oscar Galvin: Maybe you didn't hear what I just said, Colson. I will fire you!
Will: Well, that's too bad. I was just starting to like this job.
Inspector Werner: [Watching the red lights on the map] So, red means...
Bunny: 777 blew through a signal. Everything in red means trouble on the mainline.
Inspector Werner: That's a lot of red!
Connie: [after suggesting to derail 777 in open farmland, Connie gets on the phone] Mr. Galvin, I know how much money that will cost the company...
Oscar Galvin: Do you think? Ms. Hooper, we are not going to intentionally destroy one of our own trains, not when we can still stop it.
Connie: We can avoid...
Oscar Galvin: Now I'm going to extend you my last ounce of goodwill and pretend this conversation never happened!
Connie: [pauses for a moment] He thinks I'm worried about my job.
[hangs up angrily]
Will: You want to go and kill yourself, you do it alone.
Frank: Ask your wife what she thinks.
[Frank stops before reentering the cab]
Will: If you're right and that derailer fails what are the odds it makes it to Stanton?
Frank: You saw the train, what do you think?
[Gets back into 1206]
Will: [Thinks for a moment, eventually climbs back aboard 1206 as it starts chasing after 777]
Frank: [Will gives a worried look to Frank] Hey, don't get sentimental on me. Makes me think I'm gonna die.
Inspector Werner: I thought you were in favor of derailment.
Connie: Yeah, when they were in the middle of nowhere, not now. It's just town after town out there.
Connie: Ned, where are you?
Ned Oldham: Oh, Connie. Hey, um, I-I'm just driving in now.
[whispering to the diner waitress]
Ned Oldham: I gotta go.
Connie: How far are you from milepost five?
Ned Oldham: [checking his watch] Roughly six minutes, traffic contingent.
Connie: Great. I need you to haul ass over there and throw the siding switch. We got a coaster.
Ned Oldham: [his interest piquing] A coaster? Really?
Ned Oldham: Connie. Yeah, it's Ned.
Connie: Did you throw that switch yet?
Ned Oldham: Yeah, six minutes ago. But your train, it's not here. I thought it might be going a little slower than you guessed, but these two numbnuts that you sent, they just showed up and they ain't seen it either.
Connie: Are you saying our train's already passed?
Ned Oldham: Yes, ma'am. That'd be my guess.
Connie: It's not a coaster. That train's under power.
Ned Oldham: That'd be my guess, too.
Will: What's the fastest you've taken a single engine like this?
Frank: 50, 55. Of course, I was going forward.
Frank: So, what was the long story you didn't want to make long?
Will: I come home from work two weeks ago, and she's, uh... she's texting on the phone. I ask her who it is, she says "Nobody." So I said "Let me see the phone." She says no. This goes on, I dunno, five or six times.
Frank: Wait, wait. You're losing me. She's texting...
Will: There's this guy we both went to school with. He's a cop, he's a PA state trooper. And he's always had a thing for Darcy. Going way back.
Connie: [calling over the radio] 1206, where are you?
Frank: 1206 here, Connie. We're just passing milepost 57.
Connie: You're about a mile and a half behind.
Frank: How far out of Arklow is 777?
Connie: Seven and a half miles. It picked up speed. You better step on it.
Frank: I'm stepping on it, in it, around it, and through it, Connie. Thank you. Over.
Will: She's texting on the phone, I keep on asking for it, she keeps on saying no. And, um... she starts to walk away, and I grab for it.
Frank: You hit her?
Will: No, no, no. I mean, I scared her, but I didn't- I didn't hit her. Anyway, I drive to this guy's house and tell him we need to talk, let's take a ride. He jumps in my truck, and starts in with "You've got it all wrong, we're just friends." And then he stops once he sees... the gun I got on the dash.
Will: I look him in the eye and I say "She's my wife. You find a new friend."
Frank: You pulled a gun on a cop?
Connie: [calling on the radio again] Frank? Frank, 777 just passed milepost 61.
Frank: Thank you, Connie.
Will: But you wanna hear the kicker?
Frank: Yes, I do.
Will: It wasn't even him that was texting her. It was my sister-in-law.
Connie: [after Frank and Will antagonize Oscar Galvin] I like them.
Will: What'd you mean about being married once?
Frank: Alice, my wife, she died of cancer. Four years ago.
Will: I'm sorry.
Frank: Me too. Me too. Every night, I'd come home from work, tell her about my day. Where I'd been, what I hauled.
[Frank turns to Will, smirking]
Frank: Who annoyed me.
Will: [smiling] Guess I would have made the evening report, huh?
[Frank and Will share a laugh]
Frank: [laughing] Yes, you would have made it, definitely.
Connie: [learning Frank and Will are headed straight for 777] Tell Galvin we got two guys out on the mainline about to play chicken with our train.
Oscar Galvin: God damn it! You listen to me, you son of a bitch! You will be fired!
Frank: You're breaking up... sorry... you're... this garbage is
[pretends that the signal over the radio has become weak]
Connie: Sir, I think they're gone.
Frank: [to Will] I only got one rule. One rule only: you're gonna do something, you do it right. You don't know how to do it, you ask me, all right? Likewise, if you need anything from me, you'd better speak up. 'Cause, uh, you're the conductor. Once we get our freight, it's your train. I'm just the guy driving it.