Snowpiercer Quotes

Tanya: Look at all those beds... Where is everybody?

Edgar: Looks like they were in a hurry.

Edgar: What does steak taste like again? I had it once, but I can't remember.

Curtis: If you can't remember then it's better to forget.

Edgar: What does it smell like when it's cooked? It must emanate around the place.

Curtis: We have 4 seconds to go through three gates and bust Nam out.

Gilliam: Then Nam gets us the rest of the way. Our fate depends on this man.

Curtis: Yeah. If we can get to cooperate he can take all the way to the front of the train.

Gilliam: Very front section?

Curtis: Yeah. From here right to the front of the train. Everything in one stroke. We control the engine, we control the world. Without that, we have nothing. All past revolutions have failed because they couldn't take the engine.

Gilliam: What are you saying?

Curtis: This time we take the engine.

Gilliam: Then what?

Curtis: We kill them.

Gilliam: Wilford?

Curtis: You should run the train now, not Wilford.

Gilliam: I am a shadow of my former shadow. My day was decades ago.

Namgoong Minsoo: [in Korean, puffing a cigarette] Want one? I won't waste it on a prick like you.

Curtis: I'm gonna make this real simple for you. You help us, you get your drug. If not, we put you back where we found you. What'll it be, asshole?

[first lines]

Male Reporter: Good morning. On this day, July 1st, 2014, at this hour, 0600, we are at the first airport in the world...

Female Reporter: The topic of so much controversy over the past seven years has continued development. Protests from environmental groups and a number of developing countries continue. But in accordance with...

Male Reporter: It had been claimed that CW7 is the answer to global warning. And we are witnessing it...

Female Reporter: Leaders argue that global warming can no longer be ignored. Today, 79 countries will begin dispersing CW7 into the upper layers of the atmosphere.

Male Reporter: ...In the upper layers of the atmosphere, and surprisingly bring down the average global temperature to the finest levels. It is just a day away that...

Female Reporter: ...upper layers of the atmosphere. According to scientists, the artificial cooling substance, CW7, will succeed in bringing average global temperatures down to manageable levels, as the revolutionary solution to mankind's warming of the planet.

Curtis: What? What did he say?

Yona: He said you guys are fucked. You stupid tail sectioners. There's a tunnel right after Yekaterina Bridge.

Curtis: A tunnel?

Yona: Mm-hm. A fucking long one.

Wilford: Curtis, everyone has their preordained position, and everyone is in their place except you.

Curtis: That's what people in the best place say to the people in the worst place.

[last lines]

Yona: [faint rumbling]

[fire roaring]

Yona: [panting] Papa? Papa? Papa! Papa! Papa?

[Yona sobbing]

Yona: Curtis?

[Yona turns to Tim and commands]

Yona: Stay here.

[Yona steps off the train and into the snow while Tim follows]

Yona: [breathing heavily]

[Yona and Tim watch a polar bear in the mountains and the polar bear turns and looks at them]

[first title card]

Title Card: Soon after dispersing CW-7 the world froze. All life became extinct. The precious few who boarded the rattling ark are humanity's last survivors.

Namgoong Minsoo: [in Korean] You know what I really want? I want to open the gate... but not this gate. That one. The gate to the outside world. It's been frozen shut for 18 years. You might take it as a wall. But it's a fucking gate. Let's open it and just get the hell out.

Curtis: And freeze to death? What are you, fucking crazy?

Namgoong Minsoo: What if we don't? What if we could survive outside? Remember the Yekaterina Bridge? When your guys were getting chopped up? There's something I look at every New Year. A crashed airplane under the snow. All I saw ten years ago was just the tail. Now the body and wings are peeking out. Less ice and snow means... it's melting. The type of snow that's about to melt. A little push and it all falls down.

Curtis: You gotta take it easy on that Kronole. Snorting that flammable shit's gonna fry your brain.

Namgoong Minsoo: [in Korean] That's exactly right. Think of what Kronole is.

[crumbling it up, then packing it together]

Namgoong Minsoo: This fucking flammable industrial waste. Light it up, and boom. It's a bomb, you idiot.

[sticking a fuse into it]

Namgoong Minsoo: I didn't stock this shit for years just to get high.

Curtis: There's not a soul on this train who wouldn't trade places with you.

Wilford: Would you trade places with me?

Curtis: Fuck you.

Wilford: Curtis, dear boy, the fact is that we are all stuck inside this blasted train. We are all prisoners in this hunk of metal.

[indicating the steaks he's grilling]

Wilford: Medium rare? And this train is a closed ecosystem. We must always strive for balance. Air, water, food supply, population must always be kept in balance. For optimum balance, however, there have been times when more radical solutions were required. When the population needed to be reduced, rather... drastically.

Wilford: We don't have time for true natural selection. We would all be hideously overcrowded and starved waiting for that. The next best solution is to have individual units kill off other individual units. From time to time, we've had to stir the pot, so to speak. The Revolt of the Seven, the MacGregor Riots, the Great Curtis Revolution. A blockbuster production with a devilishly unpredictable plot. Who could have predicted your counterattack with the torch in the Yaketerina Tunnel? Pure genius. That wasn't what Gilliam and I had in our plan.

Curtis: What?

Wilford: Oh, don't tell me you didn't know. Gilliam and I... our plan.

Curtis: Gilliam?

Wilford: Gilliam.

Wilford: Our original agreement was for the insurgency to end at the Yaketerina Tunnel. And all the survivors would go back to the tail section to enjoy much more space.

Curtis: You're a fucking liar. Gilliam would never do that.

Wilford: Well, it all worked out in the end. Your counterattack actually made the insurgency ten times more exciting. Unfortunately, the front suffered more losses than anticipated, and Gilliam had to...

[clicking his tongue and pantomiming shooting himself in the head]

Wilford: ...pay the price. Ironic, isn't it? How people dramatically cross that thin barrier between life and death.

Mason: [as sushi is prepared] You people are very lucky. This is only served twice in a year. In January and July.

Tanya: Why? Not enough fish?

Mason: Oh, enough is not the criterion. Balance. You see, this aquarium is a closed ecological system. And, um, the number of individual units must be very closely, precisely controlled. In order to maintain the proper sustainable balance.

[as they eat, Curtis knocks Mason's chopsticks out of her hands and offers a protein block]

Curtis: No. You eat this. You know what that's made of? Dig in.

Mason: He won't come here. He won't leave his engine.

Curtis: We're gonna rip you into little pieces. He still won't come? Well, we control the water. We turn that off, he'll have to come.

Mason: Turn off the water? Well, you'll only be condemning your own people. The water comes from the front. The nose of the train, it breaks up the snow and ice and-and turns it into water. It's like an elephant's trunk. The water comes in the mouth. Not in the bum, Curtis.

[seeing him react]

Mason: Yes, Wilford knows you well, Mr. Curtis Everett. He's been watching you. And we know you won't harm your own people. Too bad you couldn't save your second in command. What was his name? Edgar?

Curtis: [threateningly] Shut the fuck up!

Mason: Curtis, Curtis, I can help you.

Curtis: You can fucking die is what you can do.

Mason: Wilford won't come here. He's not coming. You've got to go to him. And I can take you. I know the train. I can guarantee you safe passage.

Curtis: Why the fuck would I trust you?

Mason: Because I want to live.

Curtis: How old are you?

Yona: Seventeen.

Curtis: Seventeen. You're a train baby, then.

Yona: How about you?

Curtis: Seventeen years on Earth. Seventeen years in the tail section.

Yona: Earth? What was it like?

Curtis: I don't remember.

Yona: Why?

Curtis: I don't want to remember anything before I met Gilliam.

Curtis: They don't have bullets.

Gilliam: Why do you say that?

Curtis: You remember what Mason said? She said "put down that useless gun."

Gilliam: She meant she wouldn't give the order to shoot me.

Curtis: No. No, I think the guns are literally useless. They used up all their bullets four years ago in the last revolt. Bullets are extinct.

Gilliam: If you're wrong, we could be finished before we even start. I think we should be patient. Wait for the next red letter.

Edgar: How old is Gilliam?

Curtis: Shut up, Edgar.

Edgar: Listen, I'm not saying that I want that to happen. That's not what I'm saying. What I mean is that he will die someday. And when that happens, you're gonna have to take over. You're gonna have to run the train.

Curtis: I'm not a leader.

Edgar: I don't know. I think you'd be pretty good if you ask me.

Gilliam: [discovering a red letter in a protein block] The water supply section?

Paul: Yeah, it's just a few cars up. It's where the, uh, the water's cleansed and recycled.

Gilliam: It's one of the most crucial sections in the train.

Curtis: If we take it, we have the upper hand?

Gilliam: We don't even have to go to the very front. We control the water... we control the negotiation.

Edgar: Listen, would you get on with it, man? You're keeping us all fucking waiting!

Namgoong Minsoo: [through the language translator] Am I?

Edgar: Yeah, you are. Although you have been fucking smelling that inflammable shite, that time is probably a distant concept for you, isn't it?

Namgoong Minsoo: Of course. I'm only doing this for Kronole.

Edgar: Here we go again. Kronole this, Kronole that. Christ almighty, man, do some fucking work.

Namgoong Minsoo: You're the ones who keep giving it to me.

Edgar: Are you a bit thick? That's what you asked for each time you opened the gate.

Tanya: [watching Edgar chase after Tim] Edgar, why did you let him get up there?

Edgar: I didn't, he got up there by himself. He's very nimble.

Tanya: He's five.

Edgar: Well, he's a very nimble five-year-old.

Edgar: Those bastards in the front sections think they own us. Eating their steak dinners and listening to string quartets and that.

Curtis: We'll be different when we get there.

Edgar: I want steak.

Edgar: What the fuck are you doing?

Curtis: Counting.

Edgar: Well, can't you sit and count? Do you wanna get shot? You're crazy.

Curtis: Shut up, Edgar. I'm thinking.