Is it cold in here, or is it just me?
Good memory.
John Spartan
Sylvester Stallone · 8 quotes
Simon Phoenix
Wesley Snipes · 4 quotes
Lenina Huxley
Sandra Bullock · 3 quotes
Edgar Friendly
Denis Leary · 2 quotes
Most scenes together: John Spartan & Lenina Huxley (3), John Spartan & Simon Phoenix (2)
Demolition Man quotes
I have been an enthusiast of your escapades for quite some time. I have, in fact, perused some newsreels from the Schwarzenegger Library, and that time that you took that car...
Hold it. The Schwarzenegger Library?
Yes. The Schwarzenegger Presidential Library. Wasn't he an actor when you...?
Stop! He was President?
Yes! Even though he was not born in this country, his popularity at the time caused the 61st Amendment which states...
I don't wanna know... [incredulously] President...
Museum PA
[At the San Angeles Museum's Hall of Violence]
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]
The museum is no longer sealed, is it? [laughs] What can I say? I'm a blast from the past!
You shoulda stayed there.
Oh, boy, that voice sounds familiar. Who is that? [opens fire and forces Spartan to take cover]
Bad aim, Blondie!
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!"
[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]
Yeah? Well, keep dreaming!
Chief George Earle
[Cocteau's facility has been destroyed]
What will we do? How will we live?
I'll tell you what we're gonna do... we're gonna go out drinking, get shit-faced and paint the town literally; put up graffiti, slogans... it'll be a blast!
Whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm gonna tell you what you're gonna do: [turns to Earle] Why don't you get a little dirty... [turns to Scraps] ...and you, a lot clean. And somewhere in the middle... I don't know, you'll figure it out.
Alfredo Garcia
****in' A!
Well put.
[John Spartan, Lenina Huxley, and Alfredo Garcia enter the Scraps' underground world; Spartan buys a burger from a street vendor]
I think I'm going to be sick.
Alfredo Garcia
[nauseated]
Oh...
This is fantastic. You guys gotta try this.
Garcia
Oh, my.
Just don't ask where the meat comes from.
Huxley, what's that supposed to mean?
Do you see any cows around here, Detective?
Burger vendor
Esta carne es de rata. (This meat is from rats.)
[surprised]
Rat. This is a rat burger. [vendor nods] Not bad! Matter of fact, this is the best burger I've had in years!
Burger vendor
Gracias, señor. (Thank you, sir.)
[Lenina Huxley and John Spartan begin using virtual-reality helmets to make love, but Spartan abruptly removes his]
What's wrong? You broke contact.
Contact? I didn't even touch you yet.
But I thought you wanted to make love.
Is that what you call this?
[puts Spartan's helmet back on his head]
Vir-sex has been proven to produce higher orders of alpha waves during digitized transference of sexual energies.
All right, Huxley, what do you say we just do it the old-fashioned way? [removes it again]
Ugh, disgusting! You mean... fluid transfer?
No, I mean boning, the wild mambo, the hunka chunka...
That is no longer done. The exchange of bodily fluids - do you know what that leads to?
Yeah, I do! Kids, smoking, a desire to raid the fridge.
The rampant exchange of bodily fluids was one of the major reasons for the downfall of society. After AIDS, there was NRS; after NRS, there was UBT. And one of the first things that Dr. Cocteau was able to do was to outlaw and behaviorally engineer all fluid transfer out of societally acceptable behavior. Not even - not even mouth transfer's condoned.
Kissing's not allowed? [Huxley shudders at the thought] Damn, I was a good kisser.
[Simon Phoenix gathers several newly thawed Cryo-Cons]
All right, gentlemen, let's review. The year is 2032 - that's two-zero-three-two, as in the 21st century - and I am sorry to say that the world has become a pussy-whipped, Brady Bunch version of itself, run by a bunch of robed sissies. All we have to do to run the whole thing is to kill a man named Raymond who put it all together. Ah, but there's an extra added bonus. We get to kill the man who put most of us behind the freezer.
Cryo-Con
You mean, we get to kill John Spartan.
Exactly! [Cryo-Cons laugh and cheer] I want you to loot, pillage, plunder! I want you to steal! I want you to do all the wonderful things that we used to do before all of this happened! This world will be ours! Let's bring back the good old days! Are you with me?
Cryo-Cons
YEAH!
ARE YOU WITH ME?
Cryo-Cons
YEAH!
LET'S DO IT! [makes a toast with Cryo-Cons]
Data Portal
[the newly-thawed Simon Phoenix accesses a 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."
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.
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.
Yeah, right. [hears police sirens] ****ers are fast, too. [Morality Box buzzes again and issues a third ticket] Beep! [crumples and throws it away]
[explaining to Spartan why the Scraps live underground]
You see, according to Cocteau's plan, I'm the enemy. Because I like to think, I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I'm the kind of guy who likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder, "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecue ribs with the side order of gravy fries?" I want high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and buckets of cheese, okay? I wanna smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I wanna run through the streets naked with green Jell-O all over my body reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I've seen the future. Do you know what it is? It's a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing "I'm an Oscar Mayer Wiener." You live up top, you live Cocteau's way: what he wants, when he wants, how he wants. Your other choice: come down here... and maybe starve to death.
[Upon learning that commercial jingles are now considered popular music]
Somebody put me back in the fridge.
When a man like Phoenix has a gun to your head, ten seconds is nine and a half seconds longer than you live.