Lines of Stanley in The Rock

" That'll be five dollars, Isherwood......."

" First of all, it's because I am a Beatlemaniac,
  and second, this sound better."

" Could be serious, could be seran gas."

" Half a million Serbians reside in the U.S., Marvin.
  Serbians don't like Bosnians."

" Octorber1, 0.900 hours, agent Stanley Goodspeed and agent/trainee
  Marvin Isherwood. Initiating exam of a wooden crate. Suspecion of seran gas."

" I see that we have some dirty magazines. 'Stoneage Cavegirls in the Raw.'
  Kinky.... and...not good inside."

" Ok, I've got some bad news and some really bad news.
  The bad news is the gas is corrosive. It's eating our suits.
  The really bad news is enough C-4 explosive and poison gas to blow
  the chamber and kill everybody in the building."

" Where's the sprinklers, Warner?"

" Yeah, I have kind of interesting day myself...Well, just some terrorists
  decided to send a care package: a box of gas, which had to be neutralized
  before blowing up the office. So I took the rest of the day off.
  A glass of wine, a little guitar, just relax."

" I mean it, Honey, the world is being Fed-Exed to hell in a handcart."

" I'm complaining, I'm sorry...what's your news, baby?"

" Well, gosh, kind of a lot's happened since then. Look, we're not even marry."

" Goodspeed, yeah...ok...yeah, I'll...I'll be there. Yeah, down stairs
  in ten minutes. I have to go San Francisco."

" I love you. I will marry you. I just didn't plan on this, that's all.
  Come to San Francisco. I'm sure it's a training exercise.
  Check into a hotel, order up some champagne."

" Well, I'm one of those fortunate people who like my job, sir. Got my first
  chemistry set when I was seven, blew my eyebrows off, we never saw the
  cat again, been into it ever since."

" This isn't a training exercise, is it, sir?"

" Hi, I'm an agent with the federal....FBI...Wamack, I'm Stanley Goodspeed."

" This is a pardon and release contract from the Attorney Generals office.
  It makes you a free man, provided you cooperate. So, you just....
  sign...words in...that's it....signature."

" I fear the Greeks, even when they bring gifts."

" You are on a need to know basis and you don't need to know."

" I'm none arm, sir. I'm...none arm,sir....I left in my sock drawer."

" I'm a chemical superfreak, actually, but I still need a gun."

" It's not mine, neither is this."

" Marvin, look up Wolfburg Federal Pen. The inmate is Mason, John."

" Go to February 1976. Who was transferred to Wolfbutg from San Quen?"

" F.B.I., mam. Your father is working with us. He's helping us resolve
  a dangerous situation. Yes, mam, well gee whiz, John, I guess we get going,
  huh?

" What do you say we cut the chitchat, A-Hole!?! You almost got me killed
  twice, and my jaw hurts like hell."

" You mean I'm going out there, under the water?"

" Define combat, sir."

" Oh, in that case, no, sir."

" My stomach's doing hula-hoops around my ass."

" My girlfriend is pregnant. She's just flying to see me."

" That's classified."

" You wanna play tough? Huh? You wanna play tough with me? OK, FBI!!
  Freeze, Sucker!"

" You're right, I don't use guns, and I don't kick down doors, this just what
  I do."

" Really? Wow, you know, I like history, too, and maybe when this is all over
  you and I can stop by the souvenier shop together, but right now I just...
  I say I wanna find some ROCKETS!!"

" I think you're shooting too close to the rocket. HIM---but not the rocket."

" The second you don't respect this, it kills you. Put it over there."

" You've been around a lot of corpses. Is that normal?"

" Yeah, I'm having a hard time concentrating. Can you do something about it?"

" Listen, I'm just a biochemist. Most of the time I live in a glass jar and
  lead a very uneventful life. I drive a Volvo--a beige one. But what I'm
  dealing with here is one of the most deadly substances the earth has ever
  known, so what do you say you cut me some FRIGGING SLACK?!?"

" Really elegant string of pearls configuration, unfortunately incredibly
  unstable."

" I love pressure. I eat it for breakfast!"

" I'd take pleasure in gutting you...Boy. I'd take pleasure in gutting you...
  Boy. What's wrong with these people, huh, Mason? Don't you think there's
  a lot of, ah, anger floating around this island? Huh? Kinda pubscent
  volatility? Don't you think a lot of, a lot of " I'm Sixteen.I'm angry at
  my Father' syndrome? I mean GROW UP!! We're stuck on an island with a bunch
  of violence for pleasure seeking psychopathic Marines. SHAME ON THEM!!"

" That bring me to another question. When you broke out....Let me see if
  I get this straight. You went down the incinerator chute, followed the
  minecart through the tunnels to the powerplant under the steam engine
  --that was really cool, by the way--- and into the cistern through the
  intake pipe, but HOW in the name of Zeus' BUTTHOLE, did you get out of
  your cell? I'm only asking because in our current situation, it could
  prove to be useful information, MAYBE!!"

" You're not leaving! There's a madman in there with his hand on a....on a
  button!"

" You read his eyes? Well then everything's just FINE!!"

" You're not leaving...Alright, I'll do it myself. I got three weeks weapons
  training. I'll kick the---out of a platoon full of marines!"

" Oh, no...my name is Stanley Goodspeed, I'm a chemical weapon specialist
  for the FBI. Glass or plastic. Glass or plastic?!? Because if those winds
  change and you launch those rockets, we're all gonna die! And you are gonna
  end up in either a glass jar or plastic bag. So what do you say you do the
  math, hand over the gun, and lets go find some rockets?!?"

" You made right choice."

" You shoot me I'll drop this, we're both dead."

" You know how this shit works?"

" Let's talk music. Do you like the Elton John song rocket-man...
  well you oh...oh...I only bring it up because, uh, it's you, you're
  the rocket-man."

" You are insane, Mason. They'll have nightmares. I'll end up spending
  all my money on shrinks."

" Yeah, Godspeed, to wish someone a prosperous jouey, why?"

" St. Michael's Church, Fort Walton, Kansas. Front pew, right leg, hollow...
  it's just what I think this?"

" Vaporized. Blown out to sea."

" Honey, you want to know who really killed Jeff K.?"