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.