Rundown

Travis:
Establish dominance. Establish dominance.

Travis:
I'm just saying that whatever my father is paying you, I will double it.

Beck:
No.

Travis:
I'll quadruple it.

Beck:
No.

Travis:
I'll double it and quadruple it.

Beck:
No.

Travis:
You're being unreasonable.

Harvey:
Never met an American who didn't like guns.

Mariana:
I'd offer you a beer, but it seems you blew up my bar.

Beck:
You done beatin' me up? Let's go.

Arnold Schwarzenegger:
Have fun.

Beck:
Oh Sh*t.

Travis:
What? What? What?

Beck:
Monkey. Monkey.

Travis:
Monkey where? Get him away from me.

Beck:
Get out of here Monkey.

Travis:
Get out of here Monkey.

Beck:
Get out of here Monkey.

Travis:
Oh no.

Beck:
I hate this place. I hate penis eating minnows and I hate freaky fruit. I want to go home, I want concrete, I want home made tortellini. I want my Los Angeles Lakers. I want to go home, I want to go home, I want to go home. Get out of here Monkeys.

Travis:
Come on. Don't make it weird.

Travis:
Let me get this straight - you never use guns?

Beck:
No.

Travis:
Never.

Beck:
Never.

Travis:
What if your best friend was gonna die, you wouldn't pick up a gun?

Beck:
No guns.

Travis:
Santa Claus would pick up a gun to save his best friend.

Beck:
Do I look like Santa Claus? Do I look like Santa Claus to you?

Travis:
What do you say? Guns make you whooh-poco-loco? Bang-bang-crazy?

Beck:
I pick up guns, bad things happen to people. I don't like that.

Travis:
What kind of things?

Beck:
Very bad things, Travis. Walk.

Travis:
What about knives?

Beck:
Move.

Travis:
What is that? That's like spinning Tarzan jujitsu?

Travis:
I can only think of one word... that fits something so beautiful. Mariana

Mariana:
How much do you want?

Hatcher:
That's a lot of cows.

Travis:
You got a problem with guns?

Beck:
Let's just say they take me to a place I don't wanna go.

Travis:
Where do they take you?

Beck:
To a place you don't wanna see me go. WALK.

Travis:
How often do you work out?

Declan:
He, who heard the sound of thy holy trumpet, and took not warning. He hath clearly wandered too far from the word of God. And Cornelius Bernard Hatcher, your hour has come. Let's get it on, Big Boy. It's time to get back on the path.

Travis:
Hey, remember your friend, Mr. Thunder? How 'bout his buddy, Mr. Lightning? Ooh, I know you know him. You know him real well, don't ya?

Travis:
I'm just playing, man. I'll be in the truck.

Beck:
I'm gonna kill you.

Beck:
I don't make deals with people like you.

Travis:
You don't even know me.

Beck:
You're just like every other jackass that I've ever taken down. First they try to run, then they try to fight, then they try to negotiate. And when that doesn't work, you're gonna do what all the others do when they realize it's over.

Travis:
Oh, yeah? What's that?

Beck:
You're gonna get down on your hands and knees and you're gonna beg me for a break. Well, guess what? I don't give breaks. No breaks.

Travis:
You don't understand the situation.

Beck:
You borrowed money from the wrong people. You shot the wrong guy. You slept with the wrong guy's wife. I-don't-care. Your mistake.

Beck:
It's me. Oh yeah, he's here. But there's a problem, he's got the entire offensive line here. That's right, the entire offensive line. Why don't we just do this another night? Listen, they've got a legitimate shot at repeating this year, I do not want to hurt them.

Hatcher:
I suppose now we have a conversation where you enlighten me. How many more of you are out there? Enlighten me. Where are the rest of your compadres? Enlighten me.

Swenson:
You should've kept the gun.

Hatcher:
That's not the way to do business.

Travis:
You're dead. You're so dead.

Hatcher:
I want hunting parties. Small ones. Find them. Find them.

Travis:
For what its worth, I hope you enjoy the fall.

Beck:
What fall?

Travis:
This fall...

Hatcher:
I feel like a little boy who's lost his first tooth, put it under his pillow, waiting for the tooth-fairy to come. Only two evil burglars have crept in my window, and snatched it, before she could get here... Wait a second, do you understand the CONCEPT of the tooth-fairy? Explain it to them... Wait. She takes the god damned thing, and gives you a quarter. They've got my tooth. I want it back.

Hatcher:
You're dead already. You just don't know it.

Hatcher:
Don't rock the boat.

Travis:
Have you ever heard of the Gato du Diabo? It's a priceless object, forged out of pure gold. It's worth millions.

Beck:
I thought you said it was priceless.

Travis:
You do not want to argue semantics with a PhD candidate.

Beck:
PhD?

Travis:
Yeah, I am very close to being Dr. Travis Walker.

Beck:
You dropped out of Stanford after two semesters, Einstein.

Hatcher:
Don't make waves.

Hatcher:
Wow.

Beck:
I need you to make a choice for me.

Travis:
What choice?

Beck:
Option A or Option B. Option A: we walk out of here nice and easy, we go back to the airstrip, and then we begin our long journey back to Los Angeles. There'll be no bruises, no broken bones, and no problems.

Travis:
What's in Los Angeles?

Beck:
Your father.

Travis:
What's Option B?

Beck:
Pretty much the opposite of A. But I wouldn't recommend that one.

Beck:
Knapmiller, you have two choices. Option "A," you give me the ring. Option "B," I *make* you give me the ring.

Beck:
You're threatening me? You're threatening me with pee?

Declan:
He caught up with poor Mariana in the jungle and relieved her of her artifact.

Travis:
What'd you say?

Declan:
I said

Declan:
"he relieved her of her artifact." It's a word in the English language: "Art-i-fact."

Beck:
When I'm a guest in another man's house, I don't reach into his refrigerator without asking permission.

Hatcher:
You reached into the wrong refrigerator, Mr. Beck.

Beck:
I paid you.

Hatcher:
Well, fortunately, I had my fingers crossed the whole time.