DP 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."
Simon Phoenix Look, I don't need a history lesson. Come on, HAL! Where are the goddamn guns?
MB 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]
MB 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]
MP 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.
Simon Phoenix [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.
Phoenix Oh, boy, that voice sounds familiar. Who is that? [opens fire and forces Spartan to take cover]
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!"
[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]
Yeah? Well, keep dreaming!
Simon Phoenix [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.
CC Cryo-Con
You mean, we get to kill John Spartan.
Phoenix 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?
Phoenix ARE YOU WITH ME?
Phoenix LET'S DO IT! [makes a toast with Cryo-Cons]
