U.S. Marshals (1998)
Cosmo Renfro: The Great Sam Gerard.
Sam Gerard: Yes, I am.
Cosmo Renfro: And you always have to win.
Sam Gerard: Yes, I do.
Catherine Walsh: Never one to be afraid of the obvious. I admire that in a man, Sam.
Sam Gerard: Have I done something?
Catherine Walsh: Yeah. You hit your prisoner while he was in handcuffs; that's against the rules. If he had any brains, he'd sue us.
Sam Gerard: He bit one of my kids; he got smacked on the head! So what?
Catherine Walsh: So what?
Sam Gerard: Yeah. So what?
Catherine Walsh: 27 stitches is "so what."
Sam Gerard: He needed a smack on the head. That's what he got.
[after killing Royce]
Sam Gerard: Welcome home Mark, wanna start running again?
Mark J. Sheridan: I think I'm going back to bed.
Sam Gerard: [speaking to the hicks in the swamp] Which one of you knows the most about this terrain?
[most of the hicks raise their hands]
Sam Gerard: Alright, which one of you is the ugliest, most inbred country son of a bitch out here?
[hicks start laughing and most raise their hands]
Sam Gerard: [old fella spits out a gob of chew spit] You come with me.
John Royce: You are really on my very last nerve. You are a mind-boggling pain in my ass.
Sam Gerard: [looking at Royce's Gun] Got a back-up weapon?
John Royce: Never had the need.
Sam Gerard: Get one.
[hands back Royce's gun]
Sam Gerard: Keep it in your suit unless I tell you to take it out. Get yourself a Glock and lose that nickel-plated sissy pistol.
Sam Gerard: [points shotgun to head] OK, Michael. Regular or extra crispy?
Sam Gerard: [Referring to the Glock as he is changing magazines] These things are so cool.
John Royce: Yeah.
Sam Gerard: They shoot underwater! You can pour sand in them and they'll shoot. Shoot every time. It's a good choice.
Sam Gerard: Cosmo, where are you?
Cosmo Renfro: [shouting over the New York traffic] I'm in traffic! I'm in New York City! Where the hell do you think I am? We're on our way!
[while pulling a concealed gun from his suit]
John Royce: I guess you'll just have to slap the cuffs on me, and take me in...
Mark J. Sheridan: Gerard!
[Gerard pulls out his gun and shoots Royce]
Catherine Walsh: [seeing Lamb standing up] Don't get up Mr. Lamb. You make a better target sitting down.
Bertram Lamb, Security Service Director: I'm guessing that our visit does not deliver our fugitive.
Catherine Walsh: Not with all of the horseshit you've been handing us.
Bertram Lamb, Security Service Director: Excuse me?
Catherine Walsh: For starters, the fingerprints you have planted at the scene.
[shows a picture of a hand of a mysterious figure holding a briefcase]
Catherine Walsh: You want the illustrated version?
[hands Lamb the picture]
Bertram Lamb, Security Service Director: [after looking at the picture] Can you excuse us gentlemen?
[the men that were in Lamb's meeting leave]
Special Agent Frank Barrows: Where did you get these photographs?
Catherine Walsh: Off of U.N. surveillance tapes.
Special Agent Frank Barrows: That is highly classified material.
Bertram Lamb, Security Service Director: Do you know anything about this agent Barrows?
Special Agent Frank Barrows: I'll look into it.
Sam Gerard: I'll tell you what you should look into, is how you got those fingerprints in the first place, but let me save you the trouble because you had them on file because our boy worked for you just like the two dead guys. Is that right or wrong?
Catherine Walsh: [sternly] We want some answers Mr. Lamb. Or I'm on the next plane to Washington.
Deputy Marshal Savannah Cooper: [after seeing Royce uses Cosmo's sunglasses to get himself out of Gerard's handcuffs] That's pretty slick.
Cosmo Renfro: Yeah. Pretty slick, the guy just broke my fuckin' glasses.
Sam Gerard: [coming in and seeing Sheridan holding Royce at gunpoint] Freeze it. It is a long day for everybody. So, let's end it on a positive note.
Mark J. Sheridan: For me or for you?
Sam Gerard: If everybody walks away breathing, everybody wins.
Mark J. Sheridan: How long you're gonna let me live if I let you take me in, huh? Did you forget about the plane?
Sam Gerard: Look around you, you're caught.
[Sheridan looks around to see the rest of Gerard's team closing in on him]
Sam Gerard: C'mon Roberts. Let's go home.
Mark J. Sheridan: No. You go home.
[shoots Gerard in his left side]
Mark J. Sheridan: [punches Barrows in the face and draws his gun] You son of a bitch. Why did you do it? Why did you do it?
Special Agent Frank Barrows: What are you talking about?
Mark J. Sheridan: You don't know what I'm talking about? You're the one who's selling secrets to the Chinese.
[throws Barrows a top secret report]
Mark J. Sheridan: Here. This report tells about the invasion of Taiwan, the strategic defense of South Korea. Make sense now?
Special Agent Frank Barrows: Please, I swear to god, I don't know what you're taking about.
Mark J. Sheridan: [becoming upset] Don't lie to me!
Special Agent Frank Barrows: Don't kill me, don't kill me! I'll do whatever you want.
Mark J. Sheridan: Don't worry I'm not gonna kill you, you're goona make me righteous again. Now, why did you set me up.
[points his gun at Barrows' crotch]
Mark J. Sheridan: Why did you set me up?
Special Agent Frank Barrows: Lamb was closing in, we needed a fall guy. With you caught red-handed, we were free and clear.
Mark J. Sheridan: Who's we?
Special Agent Frank Barrows: I can't.
Mark J. Sheridan: [points his gun at Barrows' head] Who is we?
Special Agent Frank Barrows: If i tell you, he'll kill me.
Mark J. Sheridan: Then he won't get the chance.
Sam Gerard: [watching some surveillance tapes] Hey. it looks like your agent friends are intercepting this. What do you know about this Royce?
John Royce: I don't know anything.
John Royce: [showing Marie pictures of the dead agents] This is Sam Harmon, one of my friends, Sheridan killed him with his own bare hands. So was Neil Kazinski. Neil had three little kids.
Marie Bineaux, Mark's Girlfriend: Stop doing this to me. Even if I knew this man, it's not a crime, I've done nothing wrong. I haven't heard from him.
Deputy Marshal Noah Newman: So, you *do* know him.
John Royce: You just lied to us.
Deputy Marshal Noah Newman: That's a federal offense.
[Roberts is being interrogated by the police]
Detective Caldwell: Mr. Warren, we seem to have a small discrepancy here.
[passes a file across the sheet; the photo is obviously not Roberts]
Mark J. Sheridan: Oh, let me help you with that: uh, that's not me.
Detective Caldwell: Yeah, we caught that. Uh, you're aware that it's illegal to carry a handgun in Chicago?
Mark J. Sheridan: [laughs] Come on. You ever tried towing a car on the Dan Ryan at three o'clock in the morning without a handgun?
Detective Caldwell: What about East 42nd and First Avenue in New York City?
Mark J. Sheridan: What about it?
Detective Caldwell: Ever been there?
Mark J. Sheridan: No.
Detective Caldwell: Never?
Mark J. Sheridan: Never!
[the detective takes off his glasses]
Detective Caldwell: Hmm. Then you wouldn't know anything about the double homicide that took place there last December?
Mark J. Sheridan: Obviously not.
Detective Caldwell: That's interesting. 'Cause the prints we took off of you flag this.
[shows Sheridan another sheet]
Detective Caldwell: Federal arrest warrant, for Mark Roberts. Prints from the crime scene match yours.
Mark J. Sheridan: This is bullshit.
Sam Gerard: Newman, I want you to set up surveillance on Ms. Bineaux around the clock and get a tap order for a telephone here and at work.
John Royce: He won't make a mistake like that.
Sam Gerard: Oh he'll contact her I bet my Bears tickets on it.
Cosmo Renfro: You still owe me for that jogging suit.
Sam Gerard: Of course. What you're going to need to do is make out a requisition form, in quadruplicate. You're going to need a white copy, yellow copy, pink copy...
[after Gerard puts John Royce in handcuffs]
John Royce: Is this guy crazy?
Cosmo Renfro: No, but he's a carrier.
Cosmo Renfro: Sam.
Sam Gerard: Cosmo.
Cosmo Renfro: We're still at the Chinese Consulate. No sign of Chen since he went in.
Sam Gerard: Get the N.Y.P.D. on him. I want you and Royce here at Queens Hills Cemetery.
Cosmo Renfro: Where the hell is Queens Hills Cemetery?
Sam Gerard: Ask a cop.
Sam Gerard: Remember, Sheridan could be anywhere people, stay alive.
Sam Gerard: [Seeing Sheridan picking the lock on his handcuffs] Goin' somewhere?
Mark J. Sheridan: Na.
Sam Gerard: Get the tapes from the U.N. surveillance.
John Royce: I don't think we have clearance for those.
Sam Gerard: Get the clearance, get the tapes, don't tell me what we can't do!
Deputy Marshal Noah Newman: [seeing a taxi cab leaving the cemetary] What's going on here, Sam?
Sam Gerard: I don't know, but I bet Sheridan does.
John Royce: [seeing Cosmo about to light up a cigar] Would you mind not lighting that?
Cosmo Renfro: [continuing to light up his Cigar] Yes.
Stark: [seeing Sheridan taking the cigar boxes, which are supplies for him to acheive his asignment] Now, make sure you take it all. I don't want you back here again.
Mark J. Sheridan: You don't believe me?
Stark: I'm going as far as I'm prepared to go. I'll catch the rest on CNN.
[as Sheridan leaves]
Stark: Hey, good luck to you man.
John Royce: [after showing he could undo his handcuffs] What's next, fellas, cow tipping?
[after Chen gets out of a cab]
Sam Gerard: Cosmo, Royce, take the left... Newman, with me on the right... MOVE!
[Gerard, Newman, Cosmo, Royce opens the car door simultaneously]
[Gerard busts open a bathroom door at the Lorelei building with his gun drawn and finds a terrified elderly man inside]
Sam Gerard: US Marshals, are you in here alone? Are you in here alone?
Elderly Man: Yes!
Deputy Marshal Savannah Cooper: [Royce uses Renfro's sunglasses to pick the lock on the handcuffs] I've never seen that before.
Sam Gerard: I have.
Cosmo Renfro: Yeah, well, the guy just broke my fucking glasses!
Cosmo Renfro: [responding to Michael's statement on the news] 27 stitches my ass.
Deputy Marshal Bobby Biggs: [shouting at Chen to drop his gun] Drop it or I'll drop you! Do it!
Distracted Driver: [talking on his cell phone] Hopper told you? What the hell are you doing listening to what comes out of that idiot's mouth! You probably cost this whole country the entire goddamn account!
[his cigar falls out of his mouth and the driver looks down to grab it]
Distracted Driver: Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
[notices that he is barrelling down on several stopped cars]
Distracted Driver: Oh, shit!
[turns suddenly, trying to avoid the stopped vehicles]