Lenina Huxley: Chief, you can take this job, and you can shovel it. John Spartan: "Take this job, and *shovel* it." Lenina Huxley: Yeah? John Spartan: Close enough.
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Lenina Huxley: I was wondering if you would like to have sex? John Spartan: With you? Here? Now? [Lenina nods] John Spartan: Oh, yeah.
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Simon Phoenix: Spartan? John Spartan? Oh shit! They let anybody into this century.
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John Spartan: Send a maniac to catch a maniac.
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John Spartan: You're gonna regret this the rest of your life... both seconds of it.
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[after futuristic, contact-free "sex"] John Spartan: I was thinkin' we could do it the old-fashioned way. Lenina Huxley: You mean... *fluid transfer*?
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Lenina Huxley: [stamping her foot] John Spartan, I wish for you to leave my domicile immediately!
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Lenina Huxley: Let's go blow this guy. John Spartan: Away! Blow this guy *away*! Lenina Huxley: Whatever.
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Simon Phoenix: Wait a minute... This is the future. Where are all the laser guns?
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Booth: Gun. Noun. Portable firearm. This device was widely utilized in the urban wars of the late twentieth century. Referred to as a pistol, a piece... Simon Phoenix: Look I don't need a history lesson! C'mon, HAL, where are the god damn guns? Moral Statute Machine: You are fined one credit for a violation of the Verbal Morality Statute. Simon Phoenix: What? Fuck you! Moral Statute Machine: Your repeated violation of the Verbal Morality Statute has caused me to notify the San Angeles Police Department. Please remain where you are for your reprimand. Simon Phoenix: Yeah, right. [police sirens approach] Simon Phoenix: Fuckers are fast too.
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John Spartan: [to machine on wall] Thanks a lot you shit-brained, fuck-faced, ball breaking, duck fucking pain in the ass. Moral Statute Machine: John Spartan, you are fined five credits for repeated violations of the verbal morality statute.
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John Spartan: Hey Luke Skywalker, use the force.
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Simon Phoenix: I'm sorry to say that the world has become a pussy-whipped, Brady Bunch version of itself, run by a bunch of robed sissies.
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Lenina Huxley: Looks like there's a new shepherd in town. [Spartan gives her an exasperated look] John Spartan: That's sheriff.
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Lenina Huxley: Looks like he matched his meet. You really licked his ass. John Spartan: That's met his match and KICKED... kicked his ass...
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Boggle Guard: Mellow greetings, sir. What seems to be your boggle?
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Lenina Huxley: The exchange of bodily fluids? Do you know what that leads to? John Spartan: Yeah, I do! Kids, smoking, a desire to raid the fridge.
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Lenina Huxley: I find this lack of stimulus to be truly disappointing, don't you think? Warden Smithers: I try not to. However, you're young. Think all you want.
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Lenina Huxley: [sotto voce] Sanctimonious asshole. Machine on wall: Lenina Huxley, you are fined one-half credit for a sotto voce violation of the Verbal Morality Statute.
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Simon Phoenix: Simon says, "Die."
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Troubled Guy: I don't know... lately I just don't feel like there's anything special about me. Booth: You are an incredibly sensitive man, who inspires joy-joy feelings in all those around you.
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Erwin: We're police officers! We're not trained to handle this kind of violence!
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John Spartan: I'm going to go down there. I'm gonna find Phoenix and I'm gonna put him in a hurt locker.
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Taco Bell Patron: What would you say if I called you a brutish fossil, symbolic of a decayed era gratefully forgotten? John Spartan: I don't know... thanks?
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[Huge Explosion, John Spartan steps from the wreckage] Simon Phoenix: Damn, this fucker's like a New York cockroach!
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Simon Phoenix: I must've done something right in a previous life. Can't imagine what that could've been.
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T.V. Reporter: [to John Spartan] How can you justify destroying a $7 million dollar mini mall to rescue a girl whose ransom is only $25,000 dollars? Little Girl: FUCK YOU, LADY!
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[a frozen naked criminal swings by overhead] Simon Phoenix: I hope my butt didn't look like that! Okay, who do we have that's good? Wilkes, Patrick... Jeffrey Dahmer? I love that guy!
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Simon Phoenix: I'll be goddamned! What is happening with the cops today? Huh? Don't you know you're endangering the lives of some villains?
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Edgar Friendly: You see, according to Cocteau's plan I'm the enemy, 'cause I like to think; I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I'm the kind of guy likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder - "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?" I WANT high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and BUCKETS of cheese, okay? I want to smoke Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked with green jello all over my body reading playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I've SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It's a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing "I'm an Oscar Meyer Wiener".
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John Spartan: You're on TV!
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Simon Phoenix: So let me get this right, they defrosted you just so you could lasso my piddly ass? Damn, you been had! I been dreamin' about killin' you for forty years. John Spartan: Well, keep dreaming!
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Dr. Cocteau: Well I must say that whacking, whatever it is, sounds most disagreeable.
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John Spartan: So let me get this right, Spacely Sprockets here, whose now the man in charge, the Mayor Gov who want to take me to dinner at Taco Bell, and Lord knows I could go for a burrito, is also one of the guys who built the God-damned cryo-prison?
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Lenina Huxley: That is correct, money is out-moded. All transactions are through code. John Spartan: All right, so he can't buy food or a place to stay for the night. And, it would be a waste of time to mug somebody. Unless he rips off somebody's hand, and let's hope he doesn't figure that one out.
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John Spartan: You're under arrest, Phoenix. Simon Phoenix: Shit! Arrest? And you're trespassing.
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Squad Leader: Simon Phoenix! Lie down with your hands behind your back. Simon Phoenix: What's this? Six of you. Such nice, tidy uniforms. Oh I'm so scared! [the Police Officers look at each other] Simon Phoenix: What you guys don't have sarcasm anymore? [Police Officer talks to his automated assistant] Squad Leader: Maniac is responding with a scornful remark.
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Automated Announcer: The Armory exhibit is now sealed. All museum patrons still occupying the facility should remain calm. Help is imminent. [the sealed Armory door is blown apart by a canon] Simon Phoenix: The museum is no longer sealed is it! Haha! What can I say, I'm a blast from the past! John Spartan: You should've stayed there. Simon Phoenix: Whoa that voice sounds familiar. Who is that?
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Chief George Earle: We can just wait for another code to go red. And when Phoenix performs another Murder Death Kill, we'll know exactly where to pounce. John Spartan: Great plan. Chief George Earle: Thank you. Erwin: He likes your plan, Chief!
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Erwin: [On phone] Greetings and salutations. Welcome to the San Angeles Emergency Line. If you would like an automated response, please press '1' now.
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[cops are singing along with "golden oldies": radio jingles] John Spartan: Somebody put me back in the fridge.
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John Spartan: Is it cold in here, or is it just me? Simon Phoenix: Good memory.
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LeninaHuxley: I have, in fact, perused some newsreels in the Schwartzenegger Library. JohnSpartan: Hold it. The Schwartzenegger Library? LeninaHuxley: Yes. The Schwartzenegger Presidential Library. Wasn't he an actor when you... JohnSpartan: But how? He was President? LeninaHuxley: Yes! Even though he wasn't born in this country, his popularity at the time caused the 61st Amendment which states... JohnSpartan: I don' wanna know. President.
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[John Spartan landed on the police car stolen by Simon Phoenix] Simon Phoenix: No free rides!
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Edgar Friendly: All I wanna do in bury Cocteau up to his neck in shit, and let him think happy-happy thoughts forever.
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[last lines] John Spartan: But there's just one thing I wanna know... [Lenina grunts] John Spartan: How's that damn three seashell thing work?
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[the voice-activated car that Spartan is riding in is malfunctioning] John Spartan: Brake! Brake! Brake now, you Mickey Mouse-piece of shit!
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Simon Phoenix: [after his gang kills Dr. Cocteau] Put another log on the fire, boys. [the gang throws Cocteau into the fireplace]
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John Spartan: Why don't you just shove a leash up my ass?
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Lenina Huxley: [shoots a CyroCon about to knife Spartan] That man is died by my hands. John Spartan: It was either him or us, Huxley. John Spartan: Well yeah, there is that.
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