Snake Plissken: What's wrong with Broadway?
President: God save me, and watch over you all.
Computer Voice: Attention. You are now entering the Debarkation Area. No talking. No smoking. Follow the orange line to the Processing Area. The next scheduled departure to the prison is in two hours. You now have the option to terminate and be cremated on the premises. If you elect this option, notify the Duty Sergeant in your Processing Area.
Bob Hauk: It's the survival of the human race, Plissken. Something you don't give a shit about.
Brain: I swear to God, Snake, I thought you were dead.
Snake Plissken: Yeah. You and everybody else.
Girl in "Chock Full O'Nuts": You're a cop.
Snake Plissken: I'm an asshole.