Best action movie quotes of 1987

Dynamo: Thought it was pretty funny out there in the zone. What's the matter now, bitch? Why aren't you laughing?
Amber: Because there's nothing funny about a dickless moron with a battery up his ass.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: How tall are you private?
Private: Sir, five foot nine, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Five foot nine, I didn't know they stacked shit that high!

Poncho: Get that stinking shit out of my face!
Blaine: Bunch of slack jawed-f*****s around here! This stuff will make you a god damn sexual Tyrannosaurus! Just like me.
Poncho: Strap this on your sore ass, Blaine!

Robocop: Dead or alive, you're coming with me.

Derek: I'm a Derek and Dereks don't run.

Lincoln Hawk: I always wanted to be a milk shake.

Horace: Wolfman's got nards.

Inspector Todd: Don't think, Axel! It makes my dick itch!

Martin Riggs: You want me to drive?
Roger Murtaugh: No, you're supposed to be suicidal, remember? I'LL drive.
Martin Riggs: Anybody who drives around in this town IS suicidal.

Evil-Lyn: After all this time, Grayskull is ours.
Skeletor: NO! Mine.

Jack Putter: We've got the chip.
Lt. Tuck Pendleton: All right.
Jack Putter: We're on the way to the lab.
Lt. Tuck Pendleton: All right.
Jack Putter: But I think they put someone in there with you.
Lt. Tuck Pendleton: All... what?

Sergeant Slaughter: When I'm through, scuzzbucket, they're gona scrape you off the wall with a squeegee!

Quantom X ★

Chris Lecce: Problem?

Jane: He's a friend of mine from school.
Jeff: A FRIEND?

Nathan White: I know about your friend's daughter, Mr. Kersey. I also know that you shot the pusher who sold her the drugs. But I ask you, sir, what about the people behind him? How many children do we let them destroy before we say enough, Mr. Kersey? How many?

Motown: I smile at my Mamma. Great meal, Ma. Would you please pass the fucking potatoes. The ham is fucking A, Ma. You don't know how... how fucking great it is to be home. How you going to act, huh?

Lex Luthor: Lenny, I've always considered you the Dutch Elm disease in my family tree.

Vienna Hotel Concierge: Oh, Good afternoon Mr. Bond. You will need your usual suite?
James Bond: Not tonight, Heinz. Something with a second bedroom.
Vienna Hotel Concierge: Yes, sir. Shall I have some Vodka martinis sent up?
James Bond: Shaken, not stirred.

H.I.: Do you ever get the feeling that there's something... Powerful pressing down on you?
Glen: Yes, I know that feeling. I told Dot to lose some weight but she don't wanna listen.

Tom Beck: What the hell is that?
Sanchez: A flame-thrower man, can you believe it? Patrol picked this up off some homeboy on the street.