The Rock

The Rock quotes

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General Francis X. Hummel
John Patrick Mason
Multiple Characters
Stanley Goodspeed

Goodspeed: Well, there's a problem sir, he has a gun.
Paxton: What do you have, a ****ing water pistol?!

Goodspeed: You enjoying this?
Mason: Well, it's certainly more enjoyable than my average day: reading philosophy, avoiding gang rape in the shower room. Though its been less of a problem these days. Maybe I'm losing my sex-appeal.

Goodspeed: You're not leaving! Theres a madman in there, with his hand on a--on a button!
Mason: Shh. Some sniper's gonna get his ass.

Goodspeed: You've been around a lot of corpses, is that normal? (Points to a dead marine whose legs are twitching)
Mason: What, the feet thing?
Goodspeed: Yeah, the feet thing.
Mason: Yeah, it happens.
Goodspeed: Yeah, well I'm having a hard time concentrating. Can you do something about it?
Mason: Like what? Kill him again?

Goodspeed: [Holding VX Poison Nerve Gas] Do you know how this shit works?
Capt. Darrow: [Holding his knife] Do you know how this shit works?! (flashes his knife) Come on, come on, I don't need the gun. I'll put it down, come on. Let's play! Come on, come on!
Goodspeed: Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Stan Goodspeed, FBI. Uh, let's talk music. Do you like the Elton John song "Rocket Man"?
Capt. Darrow: I don't like soft-ass shit!
Goodspeed: Oh, oh you don't, ok. Well, I only ask because it's you. You're the rocket man! [he fires the rocket out the window, taking Darrow with it] How do you like how that shit works?!

Goodspeed: You broke out, let me see if I can get this straight. You went 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--ahem-hem!--how, in the name of Zeus's 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 opens Goodspeed's cell door and non-chalantly walks past him]
Mason: Trade secrets, my son.

Kid on motorbike: Hey man, you just ****ed up your Ferrari!
Goodspeed: It's not mine. [the kid laughs] Neither is this. [takes the kid's motorbike]

Mason: Are you sure you're ready for this?
Goodspeed: I'll do my best.
Mason: Your best? Losers always whine about their best, winners go home and **** the prom queen!
Goodspeed: Carla was the prom queen!
Mason: Really?
Goodspeed: (****s his gun) Yeah!

[Mason and Goodspeed are defusing a poison gas rocket]
Mason: What exactly does this stuff do?
Goodspeed: If the rocket renders it aerosol, it could take out an entire city of people.
Mason: Really? And what happens if you drop one?
Goodspeed: Happily, it'd just wipe out you and me.
Mason: How?
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...[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.
Mason: [wide-eyed] My God.
Goodspeed: Oh, I think we'd like God on our side at the moment, don't you?

And...this is not combat. It's an act of lunacy, General Sir. Personally, I think you're a ****ing idiot.

But how in the name of Zeus' butthole did you get out of your cell? I only ask because given our current situation, that information may prove useful. Maybe!

Call it what you will. You're down there, we're up here! You walked into the wrong god damn room, Commander!

Eat that, you ****!

For Major Baxter and I, this is the last campaign dating back to Tet '68. Likewise for Captain Hendrix and Gunnery Sergeant Crisp, who cut their teeth under my command in Desert Storm. Captain Frye, Captain Darrow, this is my first operational situation with you and your men and I have to say thus far and your conduct here reflects your reputation.

Honey? Uh, you wanna know who really killed JFK?