Simon Phoenix: I got passcodes, route to secret underground kingdoms, complete access to the industrial data grid interface, and I don't even know what that shit means.
Simon Phoenix: I'm going to need about five or six more special men. And, I just so happen to have a list. You see, I wouldn't want you to defrost any of those mad dog killer types, you know what I mean? And, none of them mother fuckers from New York. They're...too uptight.
Museum computer: The magnetic accelerator gun, the last produced handheld weapon of this millennium, displaced the flow of neutrons through a non-linear cycloid electromagnetic accumulator.
Simon Phoenix: So, what? It needs batteries? What size?
John Spartan: Look, Huxley, this isn't the Wild West! The Wild West wasn't even the Wild West! Hurting people's not a good thing! Well, sometimes it is.
John Spartan: I'm gonna go down there, I'm gonna find Phoenix, and I'm gonna put him in a hurt locker.