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- Drop your weapons! - Hold your fire!

All right. Call the Fairmont. Close the floor

Gas or 'lectric?

Damn you for forcing me into this position

so maybe you want me to run for president.

Because if the winds change after you launch those rockets,

I am a chemical superfreak actually...

- You sure you're ready for this? - I'll do my best.

I am pregnant and I am unmarried. And this causes a serious problem for me.

There is no fucking money.

did you get out of your cell?

You call it what you want!

Cut the chit chat ahole

or scratches, or I'll have your ass. Hey!

Oh, yeah? Well, uh- Why don't we take a walk?

When he neutralizes the threat We launch green flares and wait for the cavalry.

Target acquired. Rolling in.

Fighting a war means casualties.

Don't be this guy... "I don't want any dings, dents, or scratches"

Excuse me, General, sir, with all due respect

will kill every living organism in an eight-block radius.

- Mm-hmm. - My secretary here will settle the bill.

But that's after your skin melts off.

Now, the problem with V.X. poison gas is

I got green smoke

Just the Amaretto cream with peach sorbet persuasion.

- What's the word from Mojave? - General Peterson can give us...

Access code entered. Weapon available for release.

You're the Rocket Man.

I got black smoke. I got black smoke.

Jelly or Syrup!

Then it's the Fairmont Hotel.

Time off approved

Carla wouldn't approve. She thinks it's dumb to spend $600 on an L.P.

Trade secrets my son

One teaspoon of this hits the floor, it's lethal up to a hundred feet.

I don't want any... Dings, dents, or scratches.

Darrick! now, why am i not surprised, you piece of shit!

i don't want any dings, dents, or scratches

initiating exam of wooden crate.

Land the choppers on the back side and deploy as planned.

- Not exactly. - Mmm, a pity.

Mr Mason will run point for us.

I don't think you do.

No, uh, h-h-hey, hey, fellas. I'm sorry, but tourists are not allowed back here.

Kind of a lot's happened since then.

you're a winner that's why you're running this show

This is BQ. 1, BQ. 1! Green smoke! We have green smoke! Over.

- All kidding aside. - As a gesture of your good faith.

the alien landing at Roswell, the truth about the J.F.K. assassination.

The hour is approaching, sir Just letting the General know of the time, sir

Uh, actually, it's kind of like champagne that way.

Are you kidding me right now? You need to stay here and talk to me about things.

I'm not allowed to carry a gun.

Drop your weapons!

No, sir, but I've studied them.

I meant it at the time.

But right now I just, I just I wanna find some rockets.

Hey man you fucked up you’re Ferrari It’s not mine

That we have ignored, abandoned or marginalized

You Happy… With your haircut?

I need to talk to you right now, alone.

- Well, maybe now they'll pay up. - Maybe now they won't, Captain.

You tell your men to reply to Martha!

Now, three to go.

Me and my boys are cocked, locked, and ready to rock

Some sniper is gonna get his ass

Three tours in Vietnam, Panama, Grenada, Desert Storm.

Losers always whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck their collection

Why didn't you just tell them where the microfilm was

there were 14 attempts.

Schau, wie groß das ist. Du willst, dass ich das in mein Herz stecke?

I got money in Voyaget!

Besides, your safety's on.

One million civilians against 81 hostages.

You know, you're almost the only evidence

Forget pegy Amba

The world is being Fed-Ex'd to hell on a handcart.

Me and my boys are ready to cock, lock, and ready to rock.

If I'd've known this was gonna happen, I'd have brought my motherfuckin' gun!

Goodspeed, do you read me? Come in!

- Do it over here. - On your knees. On your knees!

Great. We're not gutless. We're incompetent. That right?

7am Guess that’s one way to go

Hey, man, you just fucked up your Ferrari.

Porters Welcome to the Rock!

Load the V.X. into the choppers, take four hostages and evacuate.

I'll deliver this to the attorney general.

I don't know, Frank. Ah, why don't you tell me.

Godspeed. To wish someone a prosperous journey.

I want my fucking Money

I am aware of your countermeasure. You know and I know it doesn't stand a chance.

Hey, what about Mr Henderson's head?

Standard poison is countered by napalm. It burns it up, consumes it upon detonation.

It's me and you, pal.

I don't like soft shit!

- Hey, watch it! - He's over there!

Okay. Well, you just sit here and act like a Bureau bonehead, then.

- Lower lighthouse. - Go!

Captain, I guess you didn't quite take care of the rat problem.

- Coffee. - No, no, I'm fine. Thank you.

How do you do it?

This man knows our most intimate secrets from the last half century:

Ari talking to Amazon about Cayman unit

Uh, let's see. We have, uh,

I'm too old for this.

- Hello, sir. - Good morning, Director.

You're the Rocket Man.

Shit! What if I miss my heart? I can't see shit!

Those surgical hits made by our smart bombs, covered so well on CNN?

We're askin' 'em. We're askin' 'em for a new deadline.

- Who? - Two of 'em!

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