Eric Qualen:
[
to Tucker after Gabe has apparently been swept off the mountain during an avalanche] Your friend just had the most expensive funeral in history...
Qualen:
I must say, you're a real piece of work.
Gabe:
I must say, you're a real piece of shit.
Qualen:
You want to kill me, don't you, Tucker? Well, get a number and get in line.
Gabe:
[
burning the stolen money] It costs a fortune to heat this place.
Gabe Walker:
I've been working up in Denver.
BASE Jumper 1:
Work? Don't say that word man!
Evan:
Man, I hate work. Even when somebody else is doing it.
[
the jet is about to make an emergency landing after they screwed up]
Eric Qualen:
Don't bother to buckle up - you may not want to survive this.
Travers:
Tucker and Walker! We're missing 3 bags.
Gabe Walker:
What's in them?
Travers:
None of your fucking business!
Eric Qualen:
Suits, socks, 100 million dollars - the usual stuff.
Eric Qualen:
Kill a few people, they call you a murderer. Kill a million and you're a conqueror.
Eric Qualen:
Do you know what real love is, Kristel?
Kristel:
No.
Eric Qualen:
[
whispers in her ear] Sacrifice...
[
shoots her]
Eric Qualen:
Love is a killer, isn't it?
Hal Tucker:
Delmar, from me to you, you're an asshole.
Delmar:
Yeah? And you're a loud-mouth punk slag, who's about to die.
Hal Tucker:
Maybe. But in a minute I'll be dead, and you, will always be an asshole.
Jessie:
This rope looks 60 years old. Will it hold?
Gabe:
Don't think so.
Jessie:
Bad answer.
[
to the FBI]
Hal Tucker:
If your looking for Qualen, try about 4,000 feet south of here. He'll be the one wearing the helicopter.
Hal Tucker:
Gravity's a bitch, ain't it?
Eric Qualen:
Travers, have you lost your mind?
Travers:
Have I lost it? Fuckin-A, I've lost it, Qualen! Pure fucking Section Eight!
[
over the radio]
Travers:
It's Walker! The son of a bitch is still alive, Qualen.
Eric Qualen:
No names, this is an open line.
Travers:
I don't give a damn, ERIC QUALEN!
Gabe:
Remember, shithead! Keep your arms and legs in the vehicle at all times!
Hal Tucker:
[
grabbing shotgun off Delmar's back] Season's over, asshole!
Travers:
Get off my back, Qualen!
Qualen:
Off? I haven't even got on it... yet.
Sarah:
Help me! I don't want to die!
Gabe:
You're not gonna die.
Kynette:
Time to kill a mountain man.
Kynette:
It amazes me, in this day and age, when a man would put money before the personal safety of himself and his bitch.
Kynette:
I wanted you to go to your grave knowing that I'm going to treat the bitch... right!
[
Gabe suddenly grabs Kynette by the crotch and chest and impales him on a large stalactite]
[
During the theft of the money, Travers zip lines from one plane to another]
Eric Qualen:
Why didn't you send the money first?
Travers:
Somehow I didn't think you'd wait for me if I sent it first.
Delmar:
Tell me... do you like soccer? It's a great sport. I was a fuckin' good striker.
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