Wesley Snipes movie quotes

View Quote You better wake up. The world you live in is just a sugar-coated topping! There is another world beneath it - the real world. And if you want to survive it, you better learn to [shouts] pull the trigger!

View Quote Some mother****ers are always trying to ice-skate uphill.

View Quote Mother****er, are you outta yo goddamn mind?!? [said while cops shoot at HIM after a charred vampire just escaped a hospital]

View Quote [A cell phone rings while he is holding a familiar upside-down] Oh, it's you!

View Quote "Kill you?" Mother****er, I'll kill you! I'll just enjoy it better.

View Quote "[Looking at Hannibal King's sticker- Hello my name is **** YOU] Is this supposed to be tactical?"

View Quote Cerrano's looking for some extra power for tonight. He's looking to sacrifice a live chicken. Hey Jake, man, we can't have people puking in the locker room before the game!

View Quote [Introducing himself] Willie Mays Hayes. I play like Mays, and I run like Hayes.

View Quote We should've got the live chicken.

View Quote Am I my brother's keeper? Yes I am.

View Quote I never liked you anyway, Pretty Mother****a!

View Quote Cancel Dat Bitch! I'll buy a new one!

View Quote You know, I'd love to party with you boys, but I don't have my shit. [Barney hands Doc his set of knives] That's my shit!

View Quote Jing-a-lang, jang-a-lang...

View Quote [Sees Ceasar's gun] What the hell is that?

View Quote Blade: There's only ever been one Blade. There's only ever gonna be one Blade.

View Quote Blade: Some mother****ers still trying to ice-skate uphill.

View Quote Blade: Cassandra melted the helmet.
Deadpool: ****!
Blade: After she killed him.
Deadpool: ****!
Blade: She don't play.

View Quote John Spartan: Is it cold in here, or is it just me?
Simon Phoenix: Good memory.

View Quote [the newly-thawed Simon Phoenix accesses a data portal]
Data Portal: Gun. Noun. Portable firearm. This device was widely utilized in the urban wars of the late 20th century. Referred to as a "pistol" or "piece."
Simon Phoenix: Look, I don't need a history lesson. Come on, HAL! Where are the goddamn guns?
Morality Box: [buzzes, issues a ticket] You are fined one credit for a violation of the Verbal Morality Statute.
Phoenix: What? **** you. [Tosses the ticket over his shoulder]
Morality Box: [buzzes, issues another ticket] Your repeated violation of the Verbal Morality Statute has caused me to notify the San Angeles Police Department. [Phoenix throws the ticket aside] Please remain where you are for your reprimand.
Phoenix: Yeah, right. [hears police sirens] ****ers are fast, too. [Morality Box buzzes again and issues a third ticket] Beep! [crumples and throws it away]

View Quote [At the San Angeles Museum's Hall of Violence]
Museum PA: The Armory exhibit is now sealed. All museum patrons still occupying the facility should remain calm. Help is imminent.
[Phoenix blows the door open with a cannon]
Simon Phoenix: The museum is no longer sealed, is it? [laughs] What can I say? I'm a blast from the past!
John Spartan: You shoulda stayed there.
Phoenix: Oh, boy, that voice sounds familiar. Who is that? [opens fire and forces Spartan to take cover]
Spartan: Bad aim, Blondie!
Phoenix: Spartan? John Spartan? Oh, shit, they let anybody into this century! What the hell are you doing here? [shoots again; Spartan grabs some guns and dives for cover] Simon says, "Bleed!"
Spartan: [to himself] Great. Just great. [aloud] You're making it too easy for me, Phoenix!
Phoenix: [waiting for his AcMag gun to charge up] Come on, you space-age piece of shit. [to Spartan] So let me get this right. They defrosted you just so you could lasso my piddly ass? Damn, you been had! I've been dreaming about killing you for 40 years. [shoots to distract Spartan and escapes into another exhibit hall]
Spartan: Yeah? Well, keep dreaming!

View Quote Catherine Walsh: Never one to be afraid of the obvious. I admire that in a man, Sam.
Sam Gerard: Have I done something?
Catherine Walsh: Yeah. You hit your prisoner while he was in handcuffs; that's against the rules. If he had any brains, he'd sue us.
Sam Gerard: He bit one of my kids; he got smacked on the head! So what?
Catherine Walsh: So what?
Sam Gerard: Yeah. So what?
Catherine Walsh: 27 stitches is "so what."
Sam Gerard: He needed a smack on the head. That's what he got.
Sam Gerard: Who's got my clothes?
Cosmo Renfro: I do.
[Cosmo shows a purple jacket]
Bobby Biggs: I told you.
Cosmo Renfro: What?
Bobby Biggs: He doesn't like it.
Cosmo Renfro: But I got this last Christmas.
John Royce: [showing Marie pictures of the dead agents] This is Sam Harmon, one of my friends, Sheridan killed him with his own bare hands. So was Neil Kazunski. Kazunski had three little kids.
Marie Bineaux: Stop doing this to me. Even if I knew this man. It's not a crime, he's done nothing wrong. I haven't heard from him.
Noah Newman: So, you do know him.
John Royce: You just lied to us.
Noah Newman: That's a federal offense.
Sam Gerard: Cosmo, where are you?
Cosmo Renfro: [shouting over the New York traffic] I'm in traffic! I'm in New York City! Where the hell do you think I am? We're on our way!
Cosmo Renfro: Sam.
Sam Gerard: Cosmo.
Cosmo Renfro: We're still at the Chinese Consulate. No sign of Chen since he went in.
Sam Gerard: Get the N.Y.P.D. on him. I want you and Royce here at Queens Hills Cemetery.
Cosmo Renfro: Where the hell is Queens Hills Cemetery?
Sam Gerard: Ask a cop.
John Royce: Know what? You look like hell.
Sam Gerard: I'm tired. I'm beat up.
John Royce: Get some rest, I'll wake you.
Sam Gerard: I'll be all right. That must be the gun that shot Newman.
John Royce: You are really on my very last nerve. You are a mind-boggling pain in my ass. Why couldn't you just die at the cemetery? Or on the plane? Cut yourself out of the rest if you want. Sit up. You know the job. You had the same training. We eliminate threats. You are the threat. Guess what? I'm down to my last option here.
Mark J. Sheridan: It was you. You set me up. You were the traitor.
John Royce: Yeah. I'm the man, Mark. You're the delivery boy. I needed a fall guy to make the bag drop in case things went south. Like the two DDS agents you gunned down at the U.N. Their blood is on your hands. If it's any consolation, I chose you because you're the best. That was my mistake. But I'm going to fix it now. You'll put that knife down like a good boy and... (Sheridan falls from his bed) Good night.
Sam Gerard: What are you doing?
John Royce: He tried to escape. Better shoot him, then.
Sam Gerard: Want to use your old gun?
John Royce: It's Sheridan's.
Sam Gerard: No, it's yours. You filed off the serial number. The gun he took from you, the gun he shot me with. The one you've carried since. I bet the bullets we pulled from my vest match those that killed Newman. Why did you shoot that boy?
John Royce: Didn't have a choice, really, Sam. He interrupted while I tried to put into Sheridan. (points his gun to Sam Gerard) What'll your story be? You caught me turning him loose? I'll think of something.
[after killing Royce]
Sam Gerard: Welcome home, Mark, wanna start running again?
Mark J. Sheridan: I think I'm going back to bed.
Cosmo Renfro: You know, you owe me an apology.
Sam Gerard: Yeah, I know, Cosmo, I know. But uh...
Cosmo Renfro: But what?
Sam Gerard: [exhales] But I don't even like you, man.
[everyone laughs]
Sam Gerard: Come on, let's go drink a toast to a good deputy named Noah Woodrow Newman.
Deputy Marshal Bobby Biggs: If we're going to drink to Newman, we better use milk.

View Quote Mark J. Sheridan: Son of a bitch, why'd you do it?!
Barrows: What are you talking about?
Mark J. Sheridan: You don't know what I'm talking about? You're selling secrets to China. An American response to an invasion of Taiwan. Strategic defense of South Korea. Make sense now?
Barrows: Why should it? I swear I don't know what you're talking about.
Mark J. Sheridan: Don't lie to me!
Barrows: Don't kill me, don't kill me! I'll do what you want.
Mark J. Sheridan: I won't kill you. You're gonna make me righteous again. Why'd you set me up? Huh? Why'd you set me up?!
Barrows: Lamb was closing in. We needed a fall guy. With you caught red-handed, we were free and clear.
Mark J. Sheridan: "We"? Who's "we"?
Barrows: I can't--
Mark J. Sheridan: Who is "we"?
Barrows: If I tell you, he'll kill me.
Mark J. Sheridan: He won't have a chance.

View Quote [Gerard finally catches up to Sheridan, who is standing at the edge of the rooftop about to jump]
Samuel Gerard: [Gun pointed at Sheridan] Sheridan! Sheridan! Turn it around! Get down from there and face me!
Mark J. Sheridan: You'll have to shoot me!
Samuel Gerard: TURN...AROUND!
Mark J. Sheridan: ...Can't...I can't be caught. [Jumps off the roof]