Escape Plan

Swan Rottmayer:
[from trailer] Heh heh. You hit like a vegetarian!

Swan Rottmayer:
If I don't get out, I will kill you.

Breslin:
Fair enough.

Breslin:
[Before detonating the prison] Boom!

Swan Rottmayer:
You don't look that smart!

Breslin:
You don't either!

Swan Rottmayer:
[after detonating the prison, and Hobbes on fire] Have a lovely day... a**hole!

Swan Rottmayer:
Your mother was my favorite whore in Marrakech. Man, she knew how to polish a helmet!

Dr. Kyrie:
Doctors are men, who prescribe medicines of which they know little, to cure diseases of which they know less, for men, of whom they know nothing at all.

Swan Rottmayer:
Portos, don't get killed.

Breslin:
If you say so.

Swan Rottmayer:
Last time they killed a guy in there, they let his body rot for three days. Oh, and they cancelled the prison dance.

Breslin:
Wouldn't wanna f*** up the prom.

Breslin:
This can go two ways. You let me go, and I'll pretend this never happened. If you don't, I'll burn this f***ing place to the ground on my way out.

[last lines]

Breslin:
Why don't you and me have a very special dinner?

Abigail:
I'll cook.

Breslin:
Haven't I suffered enough?

Breslin:
You're Manheim.

Breslin:
Didn't see that coming.

Swan Rottmayer:
You should've.

Breslin:
Yeah.

Hobbes:
No one gets off this ship! Shoot to kill.

Hush:
Sleep tight, motherf***er.

Swan Rottmayer:
Sometimes favors hurt.

Abigail:
She's from the Agency.

Jessica Miller:
The Central Intelligence Agency.

Hush:
You're a spy?

Jessica Miller:
Worse, I'm a lawyer.

Breslin:
[taking a punch] That's a favor?

Swan Rottmayer:
Sometimes favors hurt.

Breslin:
And you became my best friend.

Swan Rottmayer:
You are not user-friendly.

Breslin:
What am I, disoriented, is that it?

Hobbes:
Yes, that must be it...

Hobbes:
[after Rottmayer insults him repeatedly in German] Here's what you should know: I don't care. Sooner or later, you will Tell me what I want to know. It is inevitable. Like dying.

Hobbes:
No-one in. No-one out. Search every inch of this - - ing room!

Hobbes:
You've been here six months now, Mr. Rottmayer. So you know how this works. Ten seconds. Where's Victor Manheim?

Swan Rottmayer:
You know to many people, he is a Hero.

Hobbes:
Nine seconds.

Swan Rottmayer:
Do you have a pencil and a piece of paper?

Hobbes:
Eight seconds!

Swan Rottmayer:
I could draw you a map!

Hobbes:
[Narrows eyes] Of What?

Swan Rottmayer:
Of where you could Find him...

Hobbes:
[Opens drawer, takes out, and slams the requested things on the table]

Swan Rottmayer:
You know, when I was a kid, I always wanted to be an Artist.

Hobbes:
Oh my God, you are pushing it...

Swan Rottmayer:
Problem was, I had no talent.

Hobbes:
[laughs quietly] Six seconds.

Swan Rottmayer:
I tried, and I tried, and I tried...

Hobbes:
Five.

Swan Rottmayer:
Do you have dreams?

Hobbes:
Four!

Swan Rottmayer:
Or did you always want to be... [Gestures] This?

Hobbes:
[Pointing towards door] TWO, ONE!

Swan Rottmayer:
Done.

Hobbes:
[Freezes]

Swan Rottmayer:
[Slides paper over. Points] There.

Hobbes:
[Looks furious]

Swan Rottmayer:
I told you. No talent.