The Rock Quotes

Stanley Goodspeed: [while in a cell on Alcatraz] Why didn't you just tell them where the microfilm was and create a solution?

John Mason: The moment they had the microfilm, they'd suicide me. Some solution.

General Hummel: Did they bother to tell you who I am and why I'm doing this or are they just using you like they do everybody else?

John Mason: All I know is that you were big in Vietnam, I saw the highlights on television.

General Hummel: Then you probably have no idea what it means to lead some of the finest men on God's earth into combat and then watch their memories get betrayed by their own fucking government.

John Mason: I don't quite see how you cherish the memory of the dead by killing another million. And, this is not combat, it's an act of lunacy, General Sir. Personally, I think you're a fucking idiot.

General Hummel: "The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants." Thomas Jefferson.

John Mason: "Patriotism is a virtue of the vicious," according to Oscar Wilde.

[Hummel strikes him, and he falls to his knees]

John Mason: Thank you for making my point.

General Hummel: Where are the guidance chips?

[Points his gun at Mason's head]

General Hummel: WHERE ARE THE GUIDANCE CHIPS?

John Mason: I've destroyed them.

General Hummel: That was a bad move, soldier.

FBI Director Womack: Great job, Goodspeed.

Agent Paxton: [sarcastically, jokingly] Why don't you throw in a trip to Tahiti while you're at it?

FBI Agent: Okay, I'll deliver this to the Attorney General...

FBI Director Womack: [Interrupts and takes the contract from Hunt] Ah, no. You'll give that to me, there's a car waiting outside for you, thank you.

[He rips up the contract]

Stanley Goodspeed: That's a signed federal document, sir. Isn't that illegal?

FBI Director Womack: You're not acquainted with the full facts, Goodspeed.

Stanley Goodspeed: With all due respect, sir, I'd like clarification. I gave that man my word.

Stanley Goodspeed: [last lines]

Stanley Goodspeed: [while looking at the microfilm by using a miniature magnifying glass that was left by Mason] Honey? Uh... You wanna know who really killed JFK?

Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: Southern China? We've never even admitted we sent troops into China.

General Hummel: Who is this? Identify yourself!

Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: White House Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair, General.

General Hummel: How OLD are you Mr. Sinclair?

Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: I'm 33.

General Hummel: Well Mr. Sinclair, you've probably got no FUCKING idea what I'm talking about! By your 9th birthday, I was running BlackOps into China and my men were responsible for over two-hundred enemy kills. Now someone put some rigging tape over Mr. Sinclair's mouth, he's wasting my time!

[about killing]

Stanley Goodspeed: How do you... do it?

John Mason: I was trained by the best. British intelligence. But in retrospect I would rather have been a poet. Or a farmer.

Stanley Goodspeed: Okay.

Major Tom Baxter: We're asking them. We're asking them for a new deadline.

General Hummel: Put the phone down.

Major Tom Baxter: The men are falling apart!

General Hummel: The men are Marines!

Major Tom Baxter: Are they?

[Hummel is silent]

Major Tom Baxter: I want to talk to General Kramer.

General Hummel: You've been asked by an old friend.

Major Tom Baxter: Put him on the phone right now.

General Hummel: You're being ordered by a superior officer.

Major Tom Baxter: This is Major Baxter...!

General Hummel: [draws] Now you're being given your last chance by a man with a gun. Put the phone down.

Carla: [after telling Stanley she's pregnant] You didn't mean what you just said, did you?

Stanley Goodspeed: When?

Carla: Just right now, when you were talking about bringing a child into the world, and having it be an act of cruelty.

Stanley Goodspeed: I meant it at the time.

Carla: Stanley, "at the time"? You said it seven and a half seconds ago!

Stanley Goodspeed: Well... gosh, kind of a lot's happened since then.

Commander Anderson: Have you ever been in a combat situation before?

Stanley Goodspeed: Define combat, sir.

Commander Anderson: Shep?

Lt. Shephard: An incursion underwater to re-take an impregnable fortress held by an elite team of U.S. Marines, in possession of eighty-one hostages and fifteen guided rockets loaded with V.X. poison gas.

Stanley Goodspeed: Oh. In that case, no sir. Excuse me...

Stanley Goodspeed: [while in a cell on Alcatraz] "I'd take pleasure in guttin' you, boy. I'd take pleasure in guttin' you... boy." What is wrong with these people, huh? Mason? Don't you think there's a lot of, uh, a lot of anger flowing around this island? Kind of a pubescent volatility? Don't you think? A lotta angst, 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 psycophatic marines, SHAME-ON-THEM!

[clears throat]

Stanley Goodspeed: Anyway, I only got one chem round, and there's two left... Mason?

John Mason: Yes, I'm here. I was just thinking how wonderful it was when the inmates weren't allowed to talk in here.

General Hummel: Major Anderson, if you have any concern for the lives of your men, you will order them to safety their weapons and place them on the deck.

Agent Paxton: This is not happening...

Commander Anderson: Sir, we know why you're out here. God knows, I agree with you. But like you, I swore to defend this country against all enemies, foreign, sir... and domestic. General, we've spilled the same blood in the same mud. And you know god damn well I can't give that order.

Navy SEAL: We're dead!

General Hummel: Your unit is covered from an elevated position, Commander. I'm not gonna ask you again. Don't do anything stupid. No-one has to die here.

Commander Anderson: [raising his voice] You men following the General: you're under oath as United States Marines, have you forgotten that? We all have shipmates we remember, some of them were shit on and pissed on by the Pentagon. But that doesn't give you the right to mutiny!

General Hummel: You call it what you want! You're down there, we're up here! You walked into the wrong goddamn room, Commander!

Stanley Goodspeed: [upon entering the interrogation room] Hi, I'm an agent with the federal... FBI... Well, my, I'm Stanley Goodspeed.

John Mason: But of course you are.

Agent Paxton: Well, at least he got his name right.

Stanley Goodspeed: Of course I am.

John Mason: And you have an emergency.

Stanley Goodspeed: Right.

John Mason: And you need my help.

Stanley Goodspeed: Exactly right.

John Mason: Coffee.

Stanley Goodspeed: No, I'm fine, thank you.

John Mason: Offer me coffee.

John Mason: [while on the stairs leading to the prison morgue] Are you sure you're ready for this?

Stanley Goodspeed: I'll do my best.

John Mason: Your "best"! Losers always whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen.

Stanley Goodspeed: Carla *was* the prom queen.

John Mason: Really?

Stanley Goodspeed: [cocks his gun] Yeah.

John Mason: I'm sure all this will make a great bed time story to tell your kid.

Stanley Goodspeed: You're insane, Mason. The kid'll have nightmares. I'll spend all my money on shrinks.

Stanley Goodspeed: You mean I'm going out there, under the water?

Womack: Well earlier today you wanted a gun. Now you're getting a gun and a wet suit.

Stanley Goodspeed: I'm unarmed sir. I am unarmed, sir.

Womack: Where's your issue?

Stanley Goodspeed: I left it in my...

[clears throat]

Stanley Goodspeed: sock drawer.

Major Tom Baxter: I thought you weren't ready to kill.

General Hummel: I'm warmin' up.

Stanley Goodspeed: [while in the tunnels underneath Alcatraz] You enjoying this?

John Mason: Well, it's certainly more enjoyable than my average day... reading philosophy, avoiding gang rape in the washrooms... though, it's less of a problem these days. Maybe I'm losing my sex appeal.

[after Mason has killed a Marine, the corpse's foot twitches]

Stanley Goodspeed: [while in the prison morgue] You've been around a lot of corpses. Is that normal?

John Mason: What, the feet thing?

Stanley Goodspeed: Yeah, the feet thing.

John Mason: Yeah, it happens.

Stanley Goodspeed: Well I'm having a hard time concentrating. Can you do something about it?

John Mason: Like what, kill him again?

Agent Paxton: [in the interrogation room] Mr. Mason, I'm Special Agent-in-Charge Ernest Paxton.

John Mason: In charge of what? Fucking me over for another three decades?

Agent Paxton: I don't know anything about your previous matters. We've brought you here because there's a situation that we think you can help us with.

John Mason: And what might that be? I've been in jail longer than Nelson Mandela, so maybe you want me to run for president.

[first lines]

General Hummel: Congressman Weaver and esteemed members of the Special Armed Services Committee, I come before you to protest a grave injustice... It has to stop.

General Hummel: Remember Operation Desert Storm? Those surgical hits made by our smart bombs that were covered so well on CNN? It was my men on the ground that made those hits possible by lazing the targets. Twenty of those men were left to rot outside Baghdad after the conflict ended. No benefits were paid to their families. No medals conferred. These men died for their country and they weren't even given a goddamn military burial. This situation is unacceptable. You will transfer one hundred million dollars from Grand Cayman Red Sea trading company to an account I designate. From these funds, one million dollars will be paid to each of the eighty-three marines' families. The rest of the funds, I will disperse at my discretion. Do I make myself clear?

Womack: Except for the Red Sea Trading Company. What is that?

General Hummel: Identify yourself.

Womack: This is FBI Director Womack, General.

General Hummel: It's a slush-fund where the Pentagon keeps proceeds from illegal arms deals...

General Al Kramer: Jesus, Frank, this is classified information!

General Hummel: You alert the media, I launch the gas. You refuse payment, I launch the gas. You've got forty hours, until noon, day after tomorrow, to arrange transfer of the money. I am aware of your countermeasure. You know and I know it doesn't stand a chance. Hummel from Alcatraz, out.

Agent Paxton: [talking privately, after the Navy Seals were killed by Hummel and his Marines] Now you tell me I'm on a need-to-know basis. And I'm telling you right now, I need to who the fuck John Mason is, right now sir!

Womack: You want to know? Okay. 1962: J. Edgar Hoover is the head of the FBI, some say the country. It's no secret that he kept secret files on prominent Americans and Europeans. De Gaulle, British members of Parliament, even the Prime Minister. I mean, this guy had dirt on everybody in the world.

Agent Paxton: Yeah, I know all of the cloak and dagger stories. Where does Mason fit in?

Womack: Mason was the British operative who stole the files, but our Bureau agents caught him at the Canadian border. Of course, the British claimed that they never heard of him. So we held him without trial until he gave up the microfilm. But he never did.

Agent Paxton: Well, I'm surprised Hoover didn't use his daughter as leverage.

Womack: Hoover was dead in '72, she wasn't born yet. Today... it's a different Bureau.

Agent Paxton: So, you held this guy without trial his whole life. No wonder he's pissed.

Womack: This man knows our most intimate secrets from the last half century! The alien landing at Roswell, the truth behind the J.F.K. assassination. Mason's angry, he's lethal, he's a trained killer... and he is the only hope that we have got.

John Mason: [while walking in the Palace of Fine Arts] your mother, well... she was very special.

Jade Angelou: Yes, she was. But I don't think that we should romanticize what happened between you and her. Meeting in a bar after a Led Zeppelin concert, ya know? And I was the result.

John Mason: Well, I'd like to think it would have led somewhere if only...

Jade Angelou: If only what? Six federal marshals hadn't kicked down her door and dragged you back to prison?

Captain Darrow: Excuse me, general... but what about the fucking money?

General Hummel: There is no fucking money. The mission's over.

Captain Frye: Bullshit it's over!

Major Tom Baxter: You're talking to a General, soldier! Maintain discipline.

Captain Darrow: I'm not a soldier, Major. The day we took hostages, we became mercenaries. And mercenaries get paid. I want my FUCKING money!

John Mason: [in the interrogation room] I want a suite, a shower, a shave, the feel of a suit.

Stanley Goodspeed: May I also suggest a haircut?

John Mason: Am I out of style?

Stanley Goodspeed: Unless you're a 20 year old guitarist from Seattle. It's a grunge thing.

FBI Director Womack: Just clippers, no scissors.

Paul the Hotel Barber: No scissors, you've got to be kidding me, no scissors. I mean, did they tell Picasso "no brush"?

FBI Director Womack: With scissors, this man could kill you.

John Mason: I can't cut off anyone's balls with a trimmer, now can I? Why don't we do this outside? Get some sun.

Captain Frye: You changed the coordinates, didn't you, General?

General Hummel: That's affirmative, Captain.

Sergeant Crisp: So now they think we're gutless, the feds? They think we won't actually do it?

Captain Frye: They're going to come at us with everything they got. Air and sea. They're going to bomb our ass back to the Stone Age.

Major Tom Baxter: They don't know we missed on purpose.

Captain Frye: Great. We're not gutless, we're incompetent.

John Mason: [Mason and Goodspeed are defusing a poison gas rocket in the prison morgue] What exactly does this stuff do?

Stanley Goodspeed: If the rocket renders it aerosol, it could take out the entire city of people.

John Mason: Really? And what happens if you drop one?

Stanley Goodspeed: Happily, it'd just wipe out you and me.

John Mason: How?

Stanley Goodspeed: It's a cholinesterase inhibitor. Stops the brain from sending nerve messages down the spinal cord within thirty seconds. Any epidermal exposure or inhalation and you'll know. A twinge at the small of your back as the poison seizes your nervous system...

Stanley Goodspeed: [Mason has lifted the chem round to look at it] DO NOT MOVE THAT! Your muscles freeze, you can't breathe, you spasm so hard you break your own back and spit your guts out. But that's after your skin melts off.

John Mason: My God...

Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, I think we'd like God on our side at the moment, don't you?

John Mason: [in the interrogation room] Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes.

Stanley Goodspeed: "I fear the Greeks even when they bring gifts."

John Mason: Ah, an educated man.

[Stanley gives a modest wave]

John Mason: That, of course, rules out the possibility of you being a field agent.

Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, just some terrorists decided to send a little care package. Box of goodies. Which had to be neutralized before blowing up the office...

[plucks a harsh note on his guitar]

Stanley Goodspeed: So I took the rest of the day off. Glass of wine, little guitar... Just relax.

Carla: Wow.

Stanley Goodspeed: I mean it, honey, the world is being Fed-exed to hell in a hand cart. I really believe anyone thinking even thinking of bringing a child into the world is coldly considering an act of cruelty.

[pause, Carla stares at Stanley]

Stanley Goodspeed: I know, I'm rambling, I'm complaining, I'm sorry. What's your news, baby?

Carla: I'm pregnant.

[reading Hummel's file]

Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: Three tours in Vietnam, Panama, Grenada, Desert Storm; three Purple Hearts, two Silver Stars and the Congressional Medal of - Jesus. This man is a hero.

General Al Kramer: Well, I think "legend" might be a better description, Mr. Sinclair.

Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: Well, now we can add kidnapping and extortion to his list of accolades.

General Al Kramer: Mr. Sinclair, General Hummel is a man of honor.

[Goodspeed's Beatles album arrives at the office]

Stanley Goodspeed: Yes! She's here, bring it to me now, thank you Phil!

Isherwood: What's that? And why did you have it sent here?

Stanley Goodspeed: Carla wouldn't approve. She thinks it's dumb to spend $600 on an LP.

Isherwood: Carla's right. Why didn't you just spend $13 on a CD, man?

Stanley Goodspeed: Well, first of all, it's because I'm a Beatlemaniac. And second, these sound better.

Kid On Motorcycle: Hey man, you just fucked up your Ferrari.

Stanley Goodspeed: It's not mine.

[steals bike]

Stanley Goodspeed: And neither is this.

Captain Darrow: Maybe now they'll pay up.

Captain Hendrix: Maybe now they won't, captain.

Captain Darrow: Then maybe we need to execute a few hostages.

General Hummel: I guess you haven't completely taken care of the rat problem, Captain.

Captain Hendrix: No, sir.

General Hummel: Well, there are two dead men here who strongly suggest that you go finish the job.

Captain Hendrix: Yes, sir.

[realizing he's being given an order]

Captain Hendrix: YES, SIR!

Agent Paxton: What's status?

Stanley Goodspeed: Status... is, they're dead. They're dead! It's just me and Mason, now he says he's leaving.

Agent Paxton: That is unacceptable, do you hear me? Unacceptable!

Stanley Goodspeed: Well, there's a problem sir, he's got a gun!

Agent Paxton: What do you have, a fuckin' water pistol?

Stanley Goodspeed: Mason, you all right?

John Mason: [hanging upside down] Yes. Perfectly okay, you fucking idiot.

Captain Darrow: Sergeant Crisp, secure the General. I'm relieving you of command, sir.

[pause]

Captain Darrow: SERGEANT.

[Sergeant Crisp pulls out his pistol and reaches for General Hummel's gun holster]

Sergeant Crisp: I'll have that sidearm, sir.

[General Hummel pulls out his pistol from behind his back and points it at Sergeant Crisp]

General Hummel: You mean this sidearm?

[Captains Frye and Darrow pull out their pistols and point them at General Hummel]

Captain Frye: Major Baxter, you're either with us or against us.

Major Tom Baxter: It has been the greatest honor of my life to serve with you, General.

[Pulls out his pistol and points it General Hummel]

Major Tom Baxter: But like he said, it's over.

[Shoots Captain Darrow]

Hotel Barber: Oh, who did this to you? This is just not right. In fact, it's nasty...

John Mason: It's a "grunge thing".

Stanley Goodspeed: [while in the prisoner transport van] Hi, darling, it's me. Listen, do not come, I repeat, do not come to San Francisco.

Carla: [Answers the phone] Stanley, no.

Stanley Goodspeed: Carla...

Carla: Like hell I'm not comin'!

[Hangs up]

Stanley Goodspeed: Wait, Carla...

[tries to dial again]

John Mason: Who's Carla, and why don't you want her to come to San Francisco?

Stanley Goodspeed: You're on a need-to-know basis... and you do'nt need to know.

General Al Kramer: Wait a minute. What is the potential casualty rate for a single rocket armed with VX poison gas, General Peterson?

General Peterson: Sixty or seventy...

Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: Well, that's-that's not so bad.

General Peterson: ...thousand. Seventy *thousand* dead.

Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: Oh.

General Peterson: One teaspoon of this hits the floor, it's lethal up to... a hundred feet. One teaspoon of this shit detonated in the atmosphere... will kill every living organism in an eight-block radius. Get the point?

Stanley Goodspeed: How'd you do it?

John Mason: Nurtured the hope that there was hope. That one day I'd breathe free air. Perhaps meet my daughter. Modest hopes, but they kept a man alive.

Bob (park ranger): [while in a cell on Alcatraz] I'm not allowed to carry a gun!

Female Tourist: Oh you're not allowed to carry a gun? I got a goddamned gun! If I'd'a known this was gonna happen, I'd'a brought my mother-fuckin' gun! Help!

FBI Director Womack: What do you know about V.X. gas?

Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: Liquid; failed pesticide; discovered by mistake in 1952. Uhh, actually, it's kind of like champagne that way. The Franciscan monks thought they were making white wine. Somehow the bottle carbonated. Voila, champagne, and uhh, then the whole thing...

FBI Director Womack: The gas, Dr. Goodspeed.

Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: It's very, very horrible sir. It's one of those things we wish we could disinvent. This isn't a training exercise, is it?

Agent Paxton: Congratulations, Dr. Goodspeed. You did it.

Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: Thank you, sir.

Agent Paxton: You know, for a while there, I didn't think you were going to make it. Well done, son. So where's Mason?

Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: Vaporized. Blown out to sea.

Agent Paxton: Blown out to sea, huh?

Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: Yeah.

Agent Paxton: [smiles] Poor bastard.

[They share a knowing glance]

FBI Director Womack: [appears] Goodspeed, where's Mason? Where's his body? I want to see that son of a bitch.

Agent Paxton: Vaporized, sir. Excuse me, gentlemen.

[leaves]

FBI Director Womack: What? Vaporized? A body can... vaporize?

Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, yeah! Absolutely, sir.

Stanley Goodspeed: [yelling to Mason] You're not leaving! There's a madman in there with his hand on a... ON A BUTTON!

John Mason: Shh!

[to himself]

John Mason: Some sniper's gonna get his ass.

[Hummel visits his wife's grave before setting his plan into action]

General Hummel: I miss you so much.

[long pause]

General Hummel: There's something I've gotta do, Barb. Something I couldn't do while you were here. I tried. You know I tried everything, and I still don't have their attention. Let's hope this elevates their thinking. But whatever happens...

[he takes Congressional Medal of Honor out of his pocket]

General Hummel: ...please don't think less of me.

[he sets the Medal on top of the headstone, leans over and kisses it, and then walks away]

Stanley Goodspeed: You're shooting too close to the rocket! Him, but not the rocket!

John Mason: Any other news, professor?

John Mason: [in the interrogation room] You must see a certain pattern emerging here... Alexander Solzhenitsyn...

Agent Paxton: Yeah, I heard of him. Didn't he play hockey for the fucking Red Wings?

John Mason: That's the chap.

Captain Frye: I'm gonna choke my million bucks out of you! You're gonna die-!

Stanley Goodspeed: [jams the VX capsule into Frye's mouth] Eat that, you fuck!

Captain Darrow: [in the lower lighthouse] Come here... come here, you little chicken shit!

Stanley Goodspeed: You shoot me, I drop this, we're both dead!

Captain Darrow: [points his gun away] Come on, come on, don't be scared, I won't hurt you! Come on...

Stanley Goodspeed: You know how this shit works?

Captain Darrow: [pulls his combat knife] You know how this shit works?

Stanley Goodspeed: Okay, I've got some bad news, and some really bad news. The bad news is, is that the gas is corrosive and its eating our suits...

Isherwood: It's all over my hand, man!

Stanley Goodspeed: [while in a cell on Alcatraz] You broke out, let me see if I can get this straight, down the incinerator chute, on the mine car, through the tunnels to the power plant, 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 only ask because in our current situation, well, it could prove to be useful information. *Maybe*!

[Mason does not answer, but opens up his prison door with an improvised tool]

Stanley Goodspeed: [Goodspeed hears noise from Mason's door opening] Mason?

[to Goodspeed's surprise, his own door suddenly opens]

John Mason: Trade secrets, my son.

General Hummel: I'm not about to kill 80,000 innocent people! Do you think I'm out of my fucking mind? We bluffed, they called it. The mission is over.

Captain Frye: Who said anything about bluffing, General?

Stanley Goodspeed: [in the lower lighthouse] Listen, I think we got started off on the wrong foot. Stan Goodspeed, FBl. Uh - Let's talk music. Do you like the Elton John song, "Rocket Man"?

Captain Darrow: I don't like soft-ass shit.

Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, you - Oh, oh. Oh. Well, I only bring it up because, uh, it's you. You're the Rocket Man.

[Goodspeed fires a rocket at him]

John Mason: [as they are escaping] Hummel won't do it, he's a soldier not a murderer. I read it in his eyes.

Stanley Goodspeed: You read it in his eyes? I'm sorry, but that's not a chance I can afford to take!

John Mason: Okay, then talk louder.

Bob: [Hummel and two marines walk up behind him] What's the matter fellas... something with the tour?

General Hummel: Tour's over, Bob!

Agent Paxton: [upon entering the hotel suite] Are you the barber?

Paul (hotel barber): [slightly camp] No, stylist.

Agent Paxton: Whatever.

Stanley Goodspeed: [Stanley and Carla are making love. The phone rings] I have to get that.

Carla: No, you don't.

Stanley Goodspeed: Yes, I do. They know I'm home.

Carla: [annoyed] Stanley, how can they possibly know you're home?

Stanley Goodspeed: [beat] It's the FBI.

General Hummel: Hey, girls? You havin' a good time?

Little Girl: Yeah.

General Hummel: Will you do something for me? It's really - It's really important. I need you to tell your teacher that you need to get back on the boat and go home right now.

Captain Frye: 1, 2, 3! Eat that!

[tosses grenades at Mason]

[John and Jade's conversation is interrupted by police cars converging on the Palace of Fine Arts, Jade backs away from John]

Jade Angelou: Is this about you? You broke out of prison again, didn't you?

[John gropes for a response]

Jade Angelou: Why did you come to me?

Stanley Goodspeed: [appears, showing his badge] FBI, ma'am. Your father's working with us. He's helping us to resolve a dangerous situation.

Jade Angelou: He is?

Stanley Goodspeed: Yes, ma'am. Well, gee whiz, John, I guess we'd better get going, don't you?

John Mason: Whatever you say, Stanley.

[He clasps hands with Jade, then leaves with Stanley]

John Mason: Thank you for that. You could have handled it differently.

Stanley Goodspeed: What do you say we cut the chit-chat, a-hole? You almost got me killed twice! And my jaw hurts like hell.

John Mason: ...Good.

Commander Anderson: A night time air-drop incursion is out, due to the full moon. Likewise a frontal seaside attack. If we're compromised and shots are fired, Hummel might launch. Our only alternative is an attack from within the prison. We'll penetrate the island through the tunnels under the prison buildings undetected and emerge in its center. That way we can jump the Marines from behind, and, if we're lucky, take the rocket positions without a shot fired.

General Al Kramer: Have you studied the architectural plans?

Commander Anderson: They're useless. Alcatraz has been ripped up and rebuilt for years. Underneath is a maze of shit.

Stanley Goodspeed: I have to go to San Francisco

Carla: No you don't, no you do not have to go San Francisco are you kidding me right now? You have to stay here and talk to me about things, I am catholic do you realize that? I am pregnant and unmarried this causes a serious problem for me

Stanley Goodspeed: I love you, I will marry you I just didn't plan on this that's all, come to San Francisco with me

Carla: Really?

Stanley Goodspeed: I'm sure it's just a training exercise, we'll check into the hotel order some champagne...

Carla: And finish what we started

Chief Justice: [Talking privately, referring too releasing Mason to aid in the rescue of the hostages] This is for the sake of national security

FBI Director Womack: No its the sake of national security that got us here in the first place thirty three years ago. I knew some day this would come back to bite us, he does not exist

Chief Justice: [referring to Mason] he does exist we just choose to forget him for thirty years we locked him up and threw away the key.

FBI Director Womack: A lot of god damn good it did, he broke out of two maximum security prisons and if he hits the streets...

Chief Justice: He's not going to hit the streets, thirty years ago he was a highly trained SAS operative, he was my agent for Christ sake. I have to get up three times a night to take a piss.

FBI Director Womack: We can't risk letting him out, he's a professional escape artist. He has no identity in the United States.

FBI Director Womack: What did Hummel mean by your "countermeasure," General?

General Al Kramer: Standard poison is countered by napalm. It burns it up, consumes it upon impact. Now the problem with VX poison gas is that it's designed specifically to withstand napalm, which is where thermite plasma comes in. General Peterson?

General Peterson: Thermite plasma incendiary systems can burn hot enough to consume VX, but they're still in the test phase, it's not operational. Hummel knows this. We are dealing with one smart son of a bitch.

General Al Kramer: What's it going to take to equip a flight of F-18s with thermite plasma within the next thirty-six hours?

General Peterson: An act of God.

General Al Kramer: Excuse me?

General Peterson: ...All right, we can try. But I strongly urge you to consider this as a secondary initiative.

Jade Angelou: So they let you out?

John Mason: Yeah.

Jade Angelou: That's good. What did you do?

John Mason: Jade, I don't have a great deal of time here, but I'll be coming back and uh maybe we can...

Jade Angelou: What? We can what?

John Mason: You know, you're almost the only evidence that I exist.

Jade Angelou: But I don't know you.

John Mason: That's what I want to change eh. I've rehearsed this speech a thousand times on the chance that we would meet. Here we are and I'm lost.

Jade Angelou: Well I don't know how I'm supposed to be feeling either.

John Mason: Jade, I'm not an evil man. If you can believe that, then its a start.

Jade Angelou: Okay...

John Mason: Well Stanley, this is where we go our separate ways. I'm sure you know the anthromology of your name, Goodspeed.

Stanley Goodspeed: Yea. Godspeed, to wish someone a prosperous journey. Why?

John Mason: Well, if you fancy a journey, I recommend Fort Walton, Kansas.

Stanley Goodspeed: I was thinking Maui.

John Mason: No. Forget Maui!

Stanley Goodspeed: St. Michael's Church, Fort Walton, Kansas, front pew, right leg, hollow... is this what I think it is? Mason?

General Hummel: We'll be branded as traitors, the gravest capital crime, punishable by death. A couple hundred years ago, a few guys named Washington, Jefferson and Adams were branded as traitors by the British, and now they're called patriots. In time, so shall we. God willing, in less than 48 hours, we will evacuate this island in gunships under cover of hostages and VX gas warheads. Your destination: a non-extradition treaty country. You will each be paid a fee of one million dollars for services rendered. But you can never again set foot on your native soil. Can you live with that?

Captain Darrow, Captain Hendrix, Sergeant Crisp, Captain Frye: [unison] YES, SIR!