Vice President:
What kind of lunatic are you?
Joshua Foss:
The best kind.
McCord:
Don't fuck with me, I'm about to have a very bad day.
Play-by-Play Announcer:
It's so loud in here, I can barely hear myself think.
Color Commentator:
You don't have to think, Mike. It's hockey.
Joshua Foss:
Dead heroes make the best funerals.
Joshua Foss:
What do I want? World peace, an end to bigotry, and no more mini-malls.
Play-by-Play Announcer:
He hit his head on the ice. He hit it so hard that his kids will be born dizzy.
[In the locker room]
Tyler:
Hey! There's Brad Tolliver. Dad he doesn't have a rocking chair.
Tolliver:
A what?
Tyler:
My dad says you should sit in a rocking chair, while you are on the ice.
Play-by-Play Announcer:
OH STOP THE PRESS
Secret Service agent:
You're crazy Me? Ha! I'm not the one paying some neanderthal 40 million dollars a year to skate up and down the ice.
2nd Hostage:
[in the Vice President's box-suite, one of Foss's hostages is having a seizure of some kind. Another hostage is examining the first] ... This man needs a doctor!
Joshua Foss:
[walks over and guns down the ailing first hostage] ... Not anymore.
Hallmark:
Have you had any contact with the agressors?
McCord:
I killed two. Does that qualify as contact?
Carla:
[Carla is about to shoot Emily, but her gun is empty] Fuck! You owe me a Mother's day card.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
