Keanu Reeves: Jack Traven

Speed

Jack Traven

Harry Temple: All right, pop quiz. Airport, gunman with one hostage. He's using her for cover; he's almost to a plane. You're a hundred feet away... Jack?
Jack: Shoot the hostage.

Howard Payne: [Payne wrestles with Jack for a deadman-switch detonator on top of a runaway subway train] I'm smarter than you, Jack! I'm smarter! I'm smarter!
[Jack sees a hanging light approaching and forces Payne into its path. Payne looks up and screams before the light decapitates him]
Jack: [grabbing the detonator before Payne's body falls away] Yeah? Well, I'm TALLER!

[last lines]
Jack: I have to warn you, I've heard relationships based on intense experiences never work.
Annie: OK. We'll have to base it on sex then.
Jack: Whatever you say, ma'am.

[Traven spots the explosive device (it's huge); Stephens is relaying his observations by cel-phone]
Jack: Fuck me!
Stephens: "Oh, darn."

Annie: So you're a cop, right?
Jack: That's right.
Annie: Well, I should probably tell you that I'm taking the bus because I had my driver's license revoked.
Jack: What for?
Annie: Speeding.

Harry Temple: You shot me, I can't believe it. They're giving you a medal for shooting me, you little prick!
Jack: Harry... you TOLD me to.

Jack: Harry! Tell me good news, man.
Howard Payne: Oh, I'm sorry, Jack. He didn't make it.
Jack: You FUCK!
Howard Payne: It was the watch that led him to me, wasn't it? Huh? It seemed a little hammy to me to build a bomb out of my precious retirement gift, but, you know, I figured a sign that said "Howard Payne" would be pushing it.
Jack: I'm gonna rip your fucking spine out, I swear to God.

[after surviving the bus explosion]
Annie: You're not going to get mushy on me, are you?
Jack: Maybe. I might.
Annie: I hope not, 'cause you know, relationships that start under intense circumstances, they never last.
Jack: Oh yeah?
Annie: Yeah, I've done extensive study on this.

Jack: Tell me again Harry, why did I take this job?
Harry Temple: Oh come on, thirty more years of this, you get a tiny pension and a cheap gold watch.
Jack: Cool.

Howard Payne: This day has been rather disappointing, I don't mind saying.
Jack: Why, because you didn't get to kill everyone?
Howard Payne: There's gonna come a time, boy, when you will wish you never met me.
Jack: Mister, I'm already there!

Harry Temple: What do you think?
Jack: You're the expert, I just work here.
Harry Temple: Looks pretty solid.
Jack: Anyone we know?
Harry Temple: I don't recognize the work, but he's pro.
[checks watch]
Harry Temple: Oh, he's cutting it close.
Jack: I don't like it.
Harry Temple: What's to like? Mac said we hold, so we hold.
[Jack begins looking around; Harry thinks]
Harry Temple: Alright, pop quiz. Airport, gunman with a hostage. He's using her for cover. He's almost to a plane. You're one hundred feet away.
[Jack doesn't respond]
Harry Temple: Jack?
Jack: Shoot the hostage.
Harry Temple: What?
Jack: Take her out of the equation. Go for the good wound and he can't get to the plane with her. Clear shot.
Harry Temple: You're deeply nuts, you know that? "Shoot the hostage."
[chuckles]
Jack: Harry, this is wrong. He's gonna blow it anyway.
Harry Temple: Why?
Jack: I don't know, gut feeling.
Harry Temple: Yeah, well, right now Mac outranks your gut. So we sit.
Jack: How much you think that elevator weights?
Harry Temple: Jack, come on!
Jack: Maybe we can do something about those hostages.
Harry Temple: We're not gonna shoot em right?