Unstoppable Quotes

Will: Mr. Galvin, this is Will Colson, your conductor. I'm letting you know we're gonna run this bitch down.

Oscar Galvin: Well, maybe you didn't hear what I just said, Colson. I will fire you!

Will: Well, that's too bad. I was just starting to like this job.

Connie: [walking up to Frank and Will] Sir, I was wondering if you could help me?

Frank: Connie?

Connie: I can't decide which I one of you I'm going to kiss first.

Frank: ME!

[all three of them laugh happily]

Will: Problem solved, go get them Connie.

Connie: All right, bring it on

[kisses Frank on the cheek]

Connie: [Will kisses Darcy]

Oscar Galvin: Did I or did I not tell you to get 1206 off the main?

Connie: I asked them nicely.

[first lines]

Darcy Colson: [to her son] Hey, hey! Come give me a kiss. Be good.

Connie: How the hell did this happen?

Dewey: It just got away from me.

Connie: It got away from you? It's a train, Dewey, not a chipmunk!

Frank: Married?

Will: Yeah. Well, sort of. It's a long story.

Frank: We got a long day.

Will: How about you, you married?

Frank: Short story. Once.

Oscar Galvin: I am not jeopardizing more personnel and more property just because some engineer wants to play *hero*! End of discussion! That train is our property. It's our decision! Now you stop your pursuit or I will fire you!

Frank: [chuckles] Fire... You already did.

Oscar Galvin: Already did what?

Frank: You've already fired me. I received my 90-day notice in the mail... 72 days ago. Forced early retirement, half benefits.

Oscar Galvin: So you're gonna risk your life for us with three weeks left.

Frank: Not for you. I'm not doing it for you.

Connie: How's Will?

Frank: He's, ah... He's different. Over.

Inspector Werner: [Watching the red lights on the map] So, red means...

Bunny: 777 blew through a signal. Everything in red means trouble on the mainline.

Inspector Werner: That's a lot of red!

Connie: [after suggesting to derail 777 in open farmland, Connie gets on the phone] Mr. Galvin, I understand that's gonna cost the company a lot of money...

Oscar Galvin: Do you think? Ms. Hooper, we are not going to intentionally destroy one of our own trains. Not when we can still stop it.

Connie: We can avoid a lot of collateral...

Oscar Galvin: Now, I'm going to extend you my last ounce of goodwill and pretend this conversation never happened!

[Hangs up]

Connie: [pauses for a moment] He thinks I'm worried about my job.

[hangs up angrily]

Will: You want to go and kill yourself, you do it alone.

Frank: Ask your wife what she thinks.

Will: Wait!

[Frank stops before reentering the cab]

Will: If you're right and that derailer fails what are the odds it makes it to Stanton?

Frank: You saw the train, what do you think?

[Gets back into 1206]

Will: [Thinks for a moment, eventually climbs back aboard 1206 as it starts chasing after 777]

Oscar Galvin: [after 777 rips through the derails] What - what the hell was that?

Connie: THAT was ten million pounds of train, Mr. Galvin! And THIS is the sound of me saving your ass!

[punches the transmitter]

Connie: 1206, do you copy?

Frank: [proposing 1206 chase down 777] There's a good chance the derailer won't work.

Will: It's called a derailer, for Christ's sake! That's what they do!

Frank: A train that size going that fast, it will vaporize anything that gets in its way.

Inspector Werner: I thought you were in favor of derailment.

Connie: Yeah, when they were in the middle of nowhere, not now. It's just town after town out there.

Frank: Mr. Galvin, with all due respect, I've been railroading 28 years. I'm telling you, we got a real chance to stop this thing.

Oscar Galvin: No, we already tried.

Frank: That was from the front. We're long hood lead back. It's a different situation. We got more control now.

Oscar Galvin: What if I cancel the derailer and you fail, Frank? Huh? That train will be doing seventy miles an hour into that elevated S-curve in Stanton. The damage will be a hundred times worse.

Frank: Right. I'm just telling you, the portable derailer is worthless. You got too much train traveling entirely too fast.

Connie: Ned, where are you?

Ned Oldham: Oh, Connie. Hey, um, I-I'm just driving in now.

[whispering to the diner waitress]

Ned Oldham: I gotta go.

Connie: How far are you from milepost five?

Ned Oldham: [checking his watch] Roughly six minutes, traffic contingent.

Connie: Great. I need you to haul ass over there and throw the siding switch. We got a coaster.

Ned Oldham: [his interest piquing] A coaster? Really?

Ned Oldham: Connie. Yeah, it's Ned.

Connie: Did you throw that switch yet?

Ned Oldham: Yeah, six minutes ago. But your train, it's not here. I thought it might be going a little slower than you guessed, but these two numbnuts that you sent, they just showed up and they ain't seen it either.

Connie: Are you saying our train's already passed?

Ned Oldham: Yes, ma'am. That'd be my guess.

Connie: It's not a coaster. That train's under power.

Ned Oldham: That'd be my guess, too.

Will: What's the fastest you've taken a single engine like this?

Frank: Unattached?

Will: Yeah.

Frank: 50, 55. Of course, I was going forward.

Frank: So, what was the long story you didn't want to make long?

Will: I come home from work two weeks ago, and she's, uh... she's texting on the phone. I ask her who it is, she says "Nobody." So I said "Let me see the phone." She says no. This goes on, I dunno, five or six times.

Frank: Wait, wait. You're losing me. She's texting...

Will: There's this guy we both went to school with. He's a cop, he's a PA state trooper. And he's always had a thing for Darcy. Going way back.

Connie: [calling over the radio] 1206, where are you?

Frank: 1206 here, Connie. We're just passing milepost 57.

Connie: You're about a mile and a half behind.

Frank: How far out of Arklow is 777?

Connie: Seven and a half miles. It picked up speed. You better step on it.

Frank: I'm stepping on it, in it, around it, and through it, Connie. Thank you. Over.

Will: She's texting on the phone, I keep on asking for it, she keeps on saying no. And, um... she starts to walk away, and I grab for it.

Frank: You hit her?

Will: No, no, no. I mean, I scared her, but I didn't- I didn't hit her. Anyway, I drive to this guy's house and tell him we need to talk, let's take a ride. He jumps in my truck, and starts in with "You've got it all wrong, we're just friends." And then he stops once he sees... the gun I got on the dash.

Frank: Oh!

Will: I look him in the eye and I say "She's my wife. You find a new friend."

Frank: You pulled a gun on a cop?

Connie: [calling on the radio again] Frank? Frank, 777 just passed milepost 61.

Frank: Thank you, Connie.

Will: But you wanna hear the kicker?

Frank: Yes, I do.

Will: It wasn't even him that was texting her. It was my sister-in-law.

Will: What'd you mean about being married once?

Frank: Alice, my wife, she died of cancer. Four years ago.

Will: I'm sorry.

Frank: Me too. Me too. Every night, I'd come home from work, tell her about my day. Where I'd been, what I hauled.

[Frank turns to Will, smirking]

Frank: Who annoyed me.

Will: [smiling] Guess I would have made the evening report, huh?

[Frank and Will share a laugh]

Frank: [laughing] Yes, you would have made it, definitely.

Oscar Galvin: God damn it! You listen to me, you son of a bitch! You will be fired!

Frank: You're breaking up... sorry... you're... this garbage is

[pretends that the signal over the radio has become weak]

Connie: Sir, I think they're gone.

News Reporter: He's literally running on top of the train-

[Frank Jumps from car to car]

News Reporter: Looks like the gap between cars has stopped him.

Nicole Barnes: Come on. You can do it Dad.

Will: Is there a problem?

Brewster Man #2: No problem. I just don't like working in a damn daycare center.

Will: Yeah, well, I don't like working at a retirement home, so...

Bunny: Dewey, Gilleece, sorry to break up charm school, but what the hell's that beast still doing on D-16? I told you I need that track clear.

Gilleece: Relax, Bunny. We were just about to move it.

Bunny: Like hell you are. I've got 150 school students coming in on some field trip on D-16. I need that track cleared. D-10's clear. You can set it there.

Gilleece: What's wrong?

Dewey: Damn trailing point switch. The track's aligned for D-16.

Gilleece: What's your stopping distance?

Dewey: At least 20 cars to a stop. Damn it!

Gilleece: Okay, so we back it up and lose a little time.

Dewey: I'm hopping out.

Gilleece: Do not get out of that cab, man!

Dewey: Don't worry, I'll set the independent.

Gilleece: Dewey! Dewey!

[Dewey gets out]

Gilleece: Come on, get back on. Dewey! You better get back on.

Dewey: I'm on it. I'm on it.

[the throttle switch falls from idle to full power]

Dewey: [seeing the train speed up] Shit!

Gilleece: You better get back on, dickhead.

Will: Frank, the stop blocks are up. Is there a problem?

Frank: No, there's no problem, except you got it backwards. Turntable house goes on my end. You're on the ballast. On my end. Other than that, no problem. No problem at all.

Frank: Like I told you, if you don't know something, just ask. That's all.

Will: I got it.

Frank: I hope so.

Will: Whatever.

Frank: Excuse me?

Will: This shit. This "let's make the new guy prove himself" bullshit. I've gotta tell you, I've heard it before and it gets old real fast.

Frank: Well, that's how it is at the retirement home. Company wants to get rid of us old heads. They give all the jobs to you new guys, to you yellow vests.

Will: I'm not trying to take anything from anybody.

Frank: Well, as reassuring as that is, a lot of guys don't see it that way.

Dewey: I had to leave the cab to throw a switch.

Connie: You left the cab?

Dewey: Yeah.

Gilleece: And, um, it gets worse. Uh... the air brakes weren't tied on. They aren't tied on, still.

Connie: We've got an unmanned train rolling into opposing traffic with no air brakes, is that what you're telling me?

Dewey: I set the independent brakes. That'll for sure stop it.

Connie: How fast is it going?

Gilleece: No more than ten miles per.

Connie: Okay, jump on the hi-rail and go after it. Now!

Gilleece: Okay.

[leaving with Dewey]

Gilleece: Ballbuster.

Connie: I need you to rally every cell in that brain of yours. When you applied the independent, was the throttle in the forward position?

Dewey: Yeah, I had to get it moving, Connie!

Connie: In what position was the throttle set?

[Dewey is reluctant to say]

Connie: Damn it, Dewey, what position?

Dewey: Connie, the throttle was in notch 8, full power. Okay? It was 39 cars!

Connie: No, it's definitely under power. We're not sure of the exact speed yet.

Captain Allen: I thought all these trains had some sort of dead-man brake.

Connie: There's a wand the engineer has to hit periodically or the air brakes are automatically applied. Unfortunately, this train's were disconnected. Sir, I would gladly explain the particulars of locomotive operation to you if we had time, but right now I really need your assistance posting officers at all the mainline crossings.

Captain Allen: Uh, one question. How do you all plan to stop it?

Connie: We're working on it.

Frank: How many cars are we supposed to cut in?

Will: 20. Why?

Frank: 20 cars, okay. See the switch stand ahead of us? The switch stand, yeah?

Will: Uh-huh.

Frank: Yeah. Take a look in the rearview mirror. You see the one behind us? Way back there. You see it?

Will: Uh-huh.

Frank: There's exactly 21 cars between the two stands. Don't ask me how I know. So why is it that there's still more than four and a half cars that are yet to clear?

Frank: Yeah, this is 1206. We're 60 miles from Wilkins. Uh, 40 minutes out of Fuller Yard.

Brewster Dispatcher: Negative, 1206. Clear your train at the next siding until further instructed. Over.

Frank: What's up?

Brewster Dispatcher: There's an unmanned train out of Fuller on the northbound track. Over.

Frank: On our track? A coaster?

Brewster Dispatcher: 1206, we don't have all the details yet. Just proceed to the next siding and hold tight. Over.

Frank: Next siding's not for ten miles.

Brewster Dispatcher: Affirmative, 1206. Just get in that siding and sight tight until we give you the all-clear. Over.

Connie: Mr. Galvin, how are you?

Oscar Galvin: God damn it. How could this happen?

Connie: It's an unfortunate combination of human error and bad luck.

Oscar Galvin: Luck? You know, I was a yardmaster for ten years, Ms. Hooper. Luck has no business in a rail yard.

Connie: This train is half a mile long and is traveling at speed into population with eight freight cars of hazardous chemicals and 5,000 gallons of diesel fuel. Sir, we're not just talking about a train here. We're talking about a missile the size of the Chrysler Building.

Oscar Galvin: So, what is your point, Ms. Hooper?

Connie: My point is after it crosses through Findlay, there's... there's about twelve miles of open farmland, but after that, it's nothing but town after town all the way to Stanton. We have a very limited window here.

Oscar Galvin: So, what are you suggesting we do, derail it?

Connie: Yes, sir, I am. While we still can.

Frank: 1206 to dispatch, over.

Will: What's wrong?

Frank: What's wrong? We're not gonna fit in that siding, that's what's wrong. 1206 to dispatch, over.

Brewster Dispatcher: 1206, are you in the siding yet? What's your location?

Frank: No, we're not in the hole. We're not gonna make it, can't do it. Too much train. I'm gonna need you to realign the switch so we can proceed to the next siding.

Brewster Dispatcher: 1206, you have to get off the main. Over.

Frank: I understand that, but you gotta understand this, we're not gonna fit.

Brewster Dispatcher: 1206, stand by.

Will: That siding's a good 3,000 feet end to end.

Frank: Check your timetable, it's gonna tell you the siding is 4,111 feet. But that's signal to signal. In reality, it's more like 2,500 feet. You add those five cars that you picked up...

Will: And we can fit.

Frank: No, we won't fit. Dispatch, this is 1206. Can you tell me where the nearest RIP track is?

Brewster Dispatcher: 1206, there's one in 6.2 miles. How fast are you going?

Frank: 55 mile an hour.

Brewster Dispatcher: 1206, go faster. Over.

Frank: Why? Is that coaster still on the main?

Brewster Dispatcher: 1206, 777 is not a coaster. I repeat, is not a coaster. Over.

Frank: You telling me it's under power?

Will: Get in the God damn siding.

Frank: Fuller Yard, Fuller Yard, this is 1206. We're passing milepost 52, heading northbound on the Main 1.

Connie: 1206, who am I speaking with?

Frank: Frank Barnes, the engineer.

Connie: This is Connie Hooper, yardmaster at Fuller. Why are you still on the mainline?

Frank: We were directed to a siding that's a no-go. We're heading to a RIP track just past milepost 5-0. And we need to know the location of your yard's train.

Connie: It just passed milepost 47.

Will: Holy shit.

Connie: They tried to side it, but it jumped the switch and derailed the lash-up.

Frank: Lash-up? Who was driving?

Connie: [glancing at a news report] Judd Stewart.

Frank: Steward? You said Stewart?

Connie: Judd Stewart, an engineer from Brewster.

Will: You know him?

Clark: Frank, go to 6.

Frank: Yeah, I'm at 6. Go.

Clark: They're evacuating Arklow.

Will: They're gonna derail the train.

Frank: What are they using?

Clark: Standard DRE.

Connie: I just wanted to see how you boys are doing.

Frank: We're doing about 60 mile an hour, Connie.

Connie: Sorry? Frank, I don't understand.

Frank: We're going after your train.

Connie: 1206, I'm not hearing you.

Frank: The rear knuckle was left open, so if we can catch up, we can tie it on to our locomotive, try and slow down 777.

Connie: Frank, you can't.

Frank: We already are. The portable derailer's not gonna cut it, Connie.

Connie: Who said anything about a derailer?

Frank: Dispatch. They said that they're evacuating Arklow. Two plus two is four.

Connie: Frank, that train's carrying 30,000 gallons of toxic chemicals. They had a window before, but that train's going into populated areas. There's no way they'd derail it now.

Frank: Are you sure about that?

Connie: [unable to say yes] Look, let me make some calls.

Frank: Make some calls. Please.

Connie: Is the company planning on derailing 777? Last I heard, Galvin was dead-set against it.

[listening for a moment]

Connie: No, of course you're not at liberty to.

[hanging up]

Connie: Frank's right.

Connie: Frank, you're right, about the derailment. They're, uh, they're planning an attempt outside of Arlow.

Frank: Tell them idiots it ain't gonna work. That portable derailer, it's worthless.

Oscar Galvin: She already told us.

Connie: Frank, this is Oscar Galvin, VP of Operations, patched in at his request, open mic.

Connie: I got a guy here named Werner from the FRA. Now, I'm inclined to defer to your judgment here, but he...

Frank: All right, put him on. We could use all the help we can get.

Connie: [yielding her chair to Werner] Just press this and hold to talk.

Inspector Werner: [sitting down] Uh, it's about slowing down 777 once you've tied on. I-I know conventional wisdom says to just gun it in the opposite direction. But you'll have a better shot alternating full throttle with dynamic braking.

Frank: Yeah, but we can't afford to lose counterthrust.

Inspector Werner: Well, what you'll lose in counterthrust, you'll compensate for in tractive force.

Frank: Are you sure about that?

Inspector Werner: Well, it's more of a hunch based on some quick calculations.

Frank: It's a hunch. I'm 70 miles an hour and he's giving us a hunch. Okay, thank you. Uh, put Connie back on, please.

Connie: It's me, Frank.

Frank: Yeah, Connie, this guy know what he's talking about?

Connie: Uh... in a perfect world, yes. I'd say yes.

Frank: In a perfect world, okay.

Frank: You should call your wife.

Will: I would, but it's, uh, it's her day off. She's probably sleeping.

Frank: Don't make excuses. Wake her up.

Will: I've been calling for the past two weeks. She still hasn't called me back.

Frank: She won't. You gotta call her. Don't you know how it works? You quit too easy.

Will: Frank, running in reverse, how are you gonna gauge our gap distance? I could go out there, I could signal you by hand.

Frank: At 70 mile an hour?

Will: I'm asking, would it help?

Frank: All right. Radio and hand signals. We'll combinate, okay? Be careful.

Will: I will.

Frank: And, oh, and take... take that vest off, too.

Will: Why?

Frank: Just take it off. I don't wanna look out this window and see you in that yellow vest. It'll freak me out.

Frank: We're gonna be coming in too hot. Let 'em know.

Connie: The limit on that curve is 15. I don't know if you can take it much faster, maybe 20, 25 max?

Frank: We may not have a choice. Just tell 'em it's gonna be real hot.