Thomas Kretschmann movie quotes

View Quote [to Carl, who he has just saved from a slimey demise in the insect pit] That's the thing about cockroaches. No matter how many times you flush them down the toilet, they always crawl back up the bowl.

View Quote [Jack has to sleep in a cage where animals have been kept] So what are you, Mr. Driscoll? A lion... or a chimpanzee?

View Quote [after saving Carl and the others from the vicious Skull Islanders] Seen enough?

View Quote Major Cain: Finish Him!

View Quote Major Cain: You're not mutation, you're evolution!

View Quote Major Cain: Killing me won't put things right.
Alice: No, but it's a start. [pushes Cain into the crowd of zombies below the helicopter]

View Quote [Grem pushes the emitter's lever to 75% power, and aims it at Shu Todoroki]
Finn: No!
Miles: Long live Lemons!
[Suddenly, Shu Todoroki's engine explodes due to the weapon]
Brent: Oh, number 7 is loose! Shu Todoroki!
[Miguel Camino tries to brake, but crashes into Todoroki. Then, Max Schnell tries to brake, but crashes into the two. After that, Raoul ÇaRoule and Rip Clutchgoneski try to brake, but they also crash into the three. Jeff Gorvette and Lewis Hamilton brake just in time, leaving them as the only survivors. Holley watches in shock.]
Holley: [Gasps after spotting Finn taken away by the helicopter] Finn?
Brent: Bumper to bumper as they approach the finish line! McQueen's the winner! Francesco’s second! They have no idea what happened behind them.
Francesco: Ugh! This is impossible!
Lightning: That’s what I’m talking about! Ka-chow! [Ambulances sirens] Wh- What happened? Where are all the other cars?
Francesco: What is going on?
[They look at car crashes on the TV screens]
Lightning: Oh, no!
[A chopper is then seen rushing towards the scene, as the press surrounds Axlerod]
Brent: [on TV] Sir Axlerod, is the final race in London still going to take place?
Miles: [on TV] I suppose that... [sighs] Look, the show must go on, as they say. But now is not the time to talk about...
J. Curby: I can't believe this is really happening!
Vladimir: Shh! Quiet!
Brent: [on TV] And allinol? Will you require all the racers to still run on allinol?
Vladimir: [chuckles] Here it comes!
Miles: [on TV] I cannot, in good conscience, continue to risk the lives of any more race cars. The final race will not be run on allinol.
Lemons: [cheering] Ah-ha-ha! Ha-ha! [continue cheering]
Brent: [on TV, to the TV viewers] There you have it, a clearly devastated Sir Miles Axlerod announcing that he will not require the cars to use allinol for the final race.
Prof. Z: [as casino staff pop lemonade corks] A toast! To the death of allinol and alternative fuel forever!
Holley: [rushing away from the casino] Mater, abort the mission! They've got Finn. Get out of there. Get out of there right now!
[Suddenly, she stops after turning a corner revealing several angry black Hugos in front of her; she gasps]
Ivan: [appearing behind Holley] How is your grandfather?
[The camera shows the lemons inside the casino are cheering, while Mater, who is now all on his own, is about to leave.]
All cars: [chanting] Long live lemons!
Alex: Isn’t this a great party, Ivan, huh?
Mater: Oh yeah, it’s unbelievable.
Alex: You’re not leaving, are you?
Mater: Uh, of course I’m not leaving.
Lightning: [on TV] Just in shock like everybody...
Mater: McQueen?
Lightning: [on TV] Crashes are a part of racing, I know, but something like that should never happen.
Darrell: [on TV] They're letting you choose your fuel for the final race. Do you have any idea what it's gonna be?
Lightning: [on TV] Allinol.
Lemons: [all gasp] What?!
J. Curby: Did he just say Allinol?!
Darrell: [on TV] After today?
Lightning: [on TV] My friend Fillmore says the fuel's safe. That's good enough for me. I didn't stand by a friend of mine recently. I'm not gonna make the same mistake twice.
Brent: [on TV] So a surprising revelation from Lightning McQueen. He will use allinol in the final race, despite what occurred today.
Prof. Z: [listening to the mastermind on the telephone] Yes, sir.
Miles: [indistinctly] ...Till Lightning McQueen is dead!
Prof. Z: Of course. [to his fellow Lemons] Allinol must be finished for good. McQueen cannot win the last race. Lightning McQueen must be killed!
Mater: No! [quickly backs up and the emergency light gets bashed by one of the televisions. The bash causes the device to malfunction, as the disguise changes into taco truck form, with his horn playing "La Cucaracha" as several tacos fall out.]
Prof. Z: (Huh?) [It cycles through his other forms: Dracula, funny car, lederhosen, before finally showing Mater's true form, as he nervously smiles; alarmed] It's the American spy!! [the Lemons all draw their weapons]
Mater: Dad-gum!
Computer: Gatling gun, request acknowledged. [two Gatling guns appear out of Mater's sides]
Prof. Z: DOWN!!! DOWN!!! EVERYBODY, DOWN!!!!
Mater: Shoot. I didn't mean--
Computer: Request acknowledged. [Mater's guns fire madly, shooting everything in the room as the Lemons drive for cover. The force of the guns makes Mater back out of the room and onto the balcony]
Mater: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait!! I didn't mean that kind of "shoot"!
Mater's Computer: Correction acknowledged. Deploying chute. [a parachute appears out of Mater's back]
Mater: Whoa-a-a! [carries him into the air. The Lemons watched as Mater go high up in the air and saw McQueen onstage] McQueen! [spots a motorboat and hook onto it.]
Boat: Whoa! What's this?!
Mater: Whoa!
Boat: Yah!
Mater: [sees McQueen onstage] McQueen! McQueen! Whoa!
[Suddenly, his tow cable comes off the boat, causing him to fall.]
Mater: Aah! [hits the leaves of a palm tree, then a hotel sign, and is about to hit a market stall]
Market Seller: Waagh! [gets hit as the screen goes black]
Mater: Let me through! Let me through! [covered in Francesco memorabilia and palm leaves, Mater skids to a halt at the media's entrance] You gotta let me in! I gotta get through to warn McQueen!
Italian Security #1: You cannot-a come through here! Back up, signore.
Italian Security #2: [into a walkie-talkie] We have a lunatic at Gate 9...
Mater: No, listen! I was disguised as a tow truck to infiltrate this Lemonhead meetin' and my weapons system misinterpreted what I was sayin'!
Italian Security #2: I repeat. Lunatic at Gate 9.
Mater: [looks past the gate] McQueen! McQueen!
Press: You are the champion!
Press Liaison: Right this way, signore.
Mater: McQueen!
Lightning: Mater?
Mater: McQueen!
Press: Give us a pose!
Mater: McQueen!
Italian Security #1: Back up, sir.
Italian Security #2: Stop moving! Stop!
[Mater darts around the securities and speeds towards the press surrounding McQueen, all his decorations dropping off]
Italian Security #1: Hey, hey, hey! Where are you going? Oy! Stop! Ferma li!
Mater: McQueen!
Lightning: That really sounded like Mater. Mater?
Press Liaison: Signore...
Mater: McQueen! They're gonna kill you!
Lightning: Mater!
Press Liaison: Signore, please...
Lightning: [moves through the press crowd] Uhhhh... scusi, scusi.
Press Liaison: No, no, where are you going?! Please, Mr. McQueen!!
Lightning: Scusi. Mater!
Mater: McQueen!
Lightning: Scusi... Mater! Mater! Mater, I'm so glad to see you. I'm so sorry--
Ivan: Lightning McQueen! I am a huge fan!
Lightning: [surprised] Oh, I'm sorry. I thought I heard--
Ivan: Yes, but that was me. I said, "You killed out there today." You're the best.
Lightning: What? Oh. I mean, thanks.
Press Liaison: Right this way, signore.
Lightning: [pushed back in the other direction] I-I really thought I heard my friend.
Ivan: In England, you'll be finished. At the finish line.
Lightning: Wait, what?
Press Liaison: Please, uh, the world press is waiting. You come-a with me, please.
[Mater, now bound and with his mouth taped, is pulled away and thrown into the back of a transport vehicle. He lands hard on his side, spitting out his tape]
Mater: Let me go!
Prof. Z: You actually care about that race car. A pity you didn't warn him in time.
[The transport vehicle's door shuts, trapping Mater inside, and blacks him out with sleeping gas]

View Quote Holley: Mater, we got to get that bomb off of you.
Lightning: Bomb?
Mater: Yeah, they strapped it to me to kill you as a back-up plan.
Lightning: Back-up plan? Mater, who put a bomb on you?
Prof. Z: [tied up] You! Why my death ray didn't kill you?!
Lightning: Death ray?!
Finn: Turn off the bomb, Zündapp!
Prof. Z: Are you all so dense? It's voice-activated. Everything is voice-activated these days.
Mater: Deactivate! Deactivate!
Bomb Computer: Voice denied. [a bomb starts a countdown mechanism from 4:59 to 4:58 to 4:57; Mater gasps in shock.]
Mater: Huh!
Prof. Z: Oops. Did I forget to mention that it can only be disarmed by the one who activated it?
Holley: [shoves her stun gun] Say it.
Prof. Z: Deactivate.
Bomb Computer: Voice denied. [the bomb lowers down from 4:48 to 3:48 to 3:47; Mater gasps.]
Prof. Z: Oh. I'm not the one who activated it. Would anyone else like to try? [Shiftwell zaps him]
Finn: You read my mind.
Holley: He was getting on my nerves.
Lightning: What do we do?
Victor: It’s very simple. You blow up.
Lightning: I’m going out on a limb here. These are the guys that want me dead, correct?
Vladimir: It’s nothing personal.
Mater: Fellers, listen. I know what you’re going through. Everybody's been laughing at me my whole life too. [the Lemons seem to take this in] But becoming powerful and rich beyond your wildest dreams ain't gonna make you feel better.
J. Curby: Yeah, but it’s worth a shot!
[Suddenly, from behind them, Red shoots water at the Gremlins, with Sally joining him, causing them to overturn and flip, with J. Curby landing on his front behind a metal fence. Finn uses his grappling hooks to move up into the air and pull four lemons towards each other, while Holley uses her wings to carry two other thugs and make them hit a few others. Two of the lemons try to take part, but then Guido takes off their tires]
Guido: Pit stop.
[Flo also arrives, shining her headlights into Vladimir's eyes, making enough time for Sheriff to put a parking boot on Vladimir's left rear tire]
Sheriff: Not today, boys!
[Vladimir tries to move, but gives up when he is unable to move with the parking boot on. Guido then moves away another thug, yelling in Italian. Ivan tries to ram into McQueen, but Mater defends, punching him away as well as a couple more of the lemons and human thugs, and yells as he uses his tow hook to throw Tubbs Pacer towards Ramone, who sprays paint over his eyes. He then sees Finn, Mater, McQueen, Holley, and the other Radiator Springs residents are all watching angrily at him and the other lemons]
Tubbs Pacer: Retreat! [flees along with the remaining thugs, but immediately finds Sarge and the army confronting them]
Sarge: Thanks for the help, Corporal.
Military Car: Anything for one of Pop's mates.
[Guido tries to remove the bolts off the bomb, but none of them work. He rants angrily in Italian and drives off.]
Lightning: What’s he saying? What’s wrong?
Luigi: None of his wrenches fit the bolts!
Mater: I get it. I get it! I know what needs to be done.
Lightning: Then do it.
Mater: What? No, I can’t do it. Look, nobody takes me seriously. I know that now. This ain’t Radiator Springs.
Lightning: Yes, it is. Be yourself in Radiator Springs. Be yourself here. And if-if people aren't taking you seriously, then they need to change, not you. I know that because I was wrong before. Now, you can do this. You're the bomb.
Mater: Thanks, buddy.
Lightning: No, no, no, you're the actual bomb. Now let's go!
Mater: Oh, right! Hang on! [hooks up to McQueen, and drives off]
Finn: Where's he going?
Mater: [as he drives through the traffic] Computer!
Mater's Computer: Yes, Agent Mater?
Mater: I need that thing you done before to get me away from McQueen!
Mater's Computer: Request acknowledged. [brings out Mater's rockets and activates him]
Lightning: Mater?
Mater: Now I need you to do shoot! The second kind, not the first!
Mater’s Computer: Deploying chute. [brings out the chute; Mater and McQueen soar up in the sky]

View Quote Finn: [over radio] Mater.
Mater: Finn, you’re okay!
Finn: Listen to me. The bomb is on you! They knew you'd try to help McQueen. When we were knocked out, they planted it your air filter!
Mater: [blows air filter cover off and sees the bomb on his air filter, and looks at Allinol] Uh-oh.
Lightning: Mater, there you are!
Mater: [alarmed] Stop right there!
Lightning: Oh, man, I've been so worried about you!
Mater: Don't come any closer!
Lightning: Are you okay?
Mater: No, I'm not okay! Stay away from me!
Lightning: No, wait! Wait!
Brent Mustangburger: Hold everything. A tow truck has just raced onto the track, and he's driving backwards!
Lightning: Mater, wait!
David Hobbscap: Normally, an emergency vehicle on the track means there's been an accident.
Brent: Wait, wait. Lightning McQueen is chasing him!
Lightning: Mater, wait!
Mater: Stay back! If you get close to me, you're gonna get hurt real bad!
Lightning: I know I made you feel that way before, but none of that matters! Because we're best friends!
Brent: And McQueen seems to be having a conversation with a tow truck.
Darrell: I don’t know who that truck is Brent. But I’ll tell you what, he’s got to be the world's best backwards driver! [Prof. Z chuckles]
Mater: McQueen, you don’t get it! I'm the bomb!
Lightning: Yes, Mater! You are the bomb! That’s what I’m trying to say here! You’ve always been the bomb! And you’ll always be the bomb!
Mater: Stay away!
Lightning: No! Never!
Prof. Z: [his tire is almost at the detonation button] Almost there.
Lightning: I'm not... letting you... GET AWAY AGAIN!!! [grabs Mater's tow cable]
Mater: Got to keep away from McQueen!
Computer: Request acknowledged.
Lightning: [suddenly frightened by the rockets] Oh, my gosh!
[Mater rockets off at a tremendous speed, dragging McQueen with him.]

View Quote Eli Damaskinos: Who do you think God really favors in the web? The spider, or the fly?

View Quote [Nyssa closes security doors, preventing Eli Damaskinos from escaping]
Nyssa: I changed the security code. We're locked in.
Eli Damaskinos: Are you INSANE?! He'll kill us both!
Nyssa: Yes. Isn't it sad... that you die not by the hand of your enemy, but by that of your own children?

View Quote Eli Damaskinos: It has been said, "Be proud of your enemy and enjoy his success." In that case, I should thank you.
Blade: For what?
Kounen: Eliminating Deacon Frost. You did us a favor. Karel Kounen.
Blade: [noticing vampire tattoo] You're human.
Kounen: Barely. I'm a lawyer. European Health Consortium.
Eli Damaskinos: As you may know, Vampirism is... a horrible virus, carried in the saliva of predators. In 72 hours, it spreads through the human bloodstream, creating new, parasitic organs.
Blade: Like cancer.
Eli Damaskinos: Cancer with a purpose.
Kounen: Unfortunately, viruses evolve, too. We've encountered a new one. We dubbed it the Reaper Strain. And like any good pathogen, it appears to have found a carrier.
[Kounen places a disk into a computer. Nomak's first attack plays via a recording]
Kounen: There. [Points to an image of Nomak] Jared Nomak.
Eli Damaskinos: Born a vampire, but an anomaly like you. Unlike the rest of us, however, he feeds on not just humans, but Vampires as well.
Blade: Looks like he was doing me a favor.
Nyssa: You're missing the point. They're vampire victims don't die. They turn. They become carriers.
Asad: You've got to understand. These things are like crack addicts. They have to feed daily. Nomak's been up for 72 hours. By our estimates, there are already a dozen Reapers. There'll be hundreds before the week is out. Thousands within a matter of months. Do the math.
Blade: Wait. Let me get this right. You want me to hunt them for you?
Eli Damaskinos: Once they are finished with us, who do you think they'll turn against next? Your precious humans. Not one of them will be left.
Kounen: We spent two years training a small tactical unit: the Bloodpack. We want you to lead them.
Blade: Two years?
Nyssa: We've been training to hunt you.

View Quote [to Albert] Now go to England and make her smile.

View Quote Baron, I was born the younger son of a penniless duke. Now, I am king of the Belgians. Such journeys are not managed without hard decisions.

View Quote Everything they told you was a lie. ... You are my son.

View Quote To Wesley, after he succeeds in mortally wounding him.