True Lies (1994)

Gib: Women. Can't live with 'em. Can't kill 'em.

Albert Gibson: You know what? I'm sick of being in the van. You guys are going to be in the van next time. I've been in the van for 15 years, Harry.

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Helen: Have you ever killed anyone?
Harry: Yeah, but they were all bad.

Salim Abu Aziz: You have killed our women and our children, bombed our cities from afar like cowards, and you dare to call *us* terrorists?

Helen: I married Rambo!

Doctor: Is there anything you would like to tell me before we start?
Harry: Yes, I am going to kill you very soon.
Doctor: Oh, how?
Harry: First I am going to use you as a human shield, and then I am going to kill that guard over there with that screwdriver... And then I was thinking about breaking your neck.
Doctor: I see, and what makes you think you can do all that?
Harry: You know my handcuffs?
Doctor: Hmm.
Harry: I picked them.

Aziz: Do you know what this is?
Harry: I know what this is. This is an espresso machine. No, no. It's a snow cone maker. That's what it is. Is it a water heater?

Aziz: Just give me the key, and you won't get hurt. I give you my word.
Dana: No way, you whacko!

Faisil: They call him the sand spider.
Spencer Trilby: Why?
Faisil: Probably because it sounds scary.

Helen: Are we gonna die?
Harry: Yep.

Juno Skinner: Did you tell her about us, Harry?
Harry Tasker: There is no us, you psychopathic bitch.

Spencer Trilby: Don't you have anything remotely substantial, Harry? Do you have any hard data?
Harry Tasker: Well, nothing that you would call rock hard.
Albert Gibson: Actually, it's pretty limp, sir.
Spencer Trilby: Well, perhaps you better get some before someone parks an automobile in front of the White House with a nuclear weapon in the trunk!

Harry: You tell on me, I tell on you.
Gib: What are you talking about? I'm as clean as a preacher's sheets.
Harry: What about the time you blew a six week operation because you busy getting a blow job, huh?
Gib: You knew about that?

Gib: You must plant the bug near the telephone by the bed before you leave. If you do not complete your mission, the deal is off. [He hangs up the phone]. I'm gonna go to hell.

Harry: You're fired.

Gib: Get lost, dipshit. [Shoots at Simon's feet.]

Gib: Oh yeah! That worked good! Right out the old front gate!

Guard: Sir? May I see your invitation, please?
Harry: Sure, here is my invitation. [Remote detonates the bomb at the boathouse].

Harry: See, this is the problem with terrorists. They're really inconsiderate when it comes to people's schedules.