Under Siege 2: Dark Territory

Travis Dane:
Chance favors the prepared mind.

Penn:
Ryback's gone, Dane.

Travis Dane:
Did you see the body? Assumption is the mother of all F*** UPS!

Penn:
F***. You ruined my coat!

Travis Dane:
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is your captor speaking. There's been a slight change in your travel plans tonight. You have, you will note, been moved to the last two cars of the train for your own well-being. First, let me direct your attention to the highly trained men with the automatic weapons in each of your cars. In the event of an emergency, they may be called upon to shoot you. Your safety IS our primary concern. However, if you try anything stupid, Federal Regulations require that I kill you. So please, no hero sh*t!

Casey Ryback:
Nobody beats me in the kitchen.

Penn:
Not mace, sweetheart. Pepper spray. Sold to civilians.

Penn:
But once you get used to it...

Penn:
...it just clears the sinuses!

Casey Ryback:
That's what I hear. Mostly from you. But that's what I hear.

Travis Dane:
300,000 pages of code. Or 60 minutes of triple-X rubber-and-leather bondage porno. Technology can be used for beauty, or debasement. And until you plug it in, you'll just never know.

Travis Dane:
Oh, oh! I seem to have brought up targeting codes.

Travis Dane:
Now this is where the sh*t really starts to fly. A fertilizer plant in Guangzhou.

Penn:
A fertilizer plant?

Travis Dane:
Yeah, I'm gonna shock teh world by spreading ca-ca all over the place. Guangzhou is a chemical weapons plant masquerading as a fertilizer plant. We know this. The Chinese know that we know. But we make-believe that we don't know and the Chinese make-believe that they believe that we don't know, but know that we know. Everybody knows.

Travis Dane:
Y'know, ATAC has very strict rules about employees becoming involved.

David Trilling:
Is that what this is about?

Travis Dane:
Yeah, right! I faked my own death and hijacked a passenger train because I care about who you're f***ing!

David Trilling:
They said you were dead.

Travis Dane:
Yeah, very restful, no phone calls.

Gen. Cooper:
Jesus Christ!

Travis Dane:
Uh, not quite, General Cooper. Although, I have sort of risen from the dead!

Travis Dane:
Ryback's tactics.

Penn:
Ryback?

Travis Dane:
That's what it says - Ryback.

Mercenary # 2:
Casey f***in' Ryback?

Mercenary #1:
Jesus Christ.

Travis Dane:
Who's Casey f***ing Ryback?

Penn:
F-117s. Stealths.

Travis Dane:
Oh good, they found us! Casey *F***ing* Ryback!

Bobby Zachs:
Ok, safety off...

Mercenary #1:
It's that f***in' porter.

Bobby Zachs:
I shouldn't have got back on this f***in' train.

Sarah Ryback:
You take one more step and I'm dropping this grenade.

Travis Dane:
Ok... then drop it.

Merc # 3:
Empty your pockets. I said empty your goddamn pockets right now!

Bobby Zachs:
Alright, alright, alright man. I'm just a kid, man, c'mon I'm just a kid! I'm trying to tell you, I lost it down there, I ripped my pocket, everything fell out. The only thing I've got in my pocket, man, is your ass!

Mercenary # 2:
Check the baggage!

Merc # 3:
Baggage checked!

Travis Dane:
You're entering into another dimension, not only of sight or sound but of mind. There's a signpost up ahead. Your next stop? Dark Territory!

Travis Dane:
Who says I have a one-track mind?

Travis Dane:
Now pay close attention, Mr. Penn. I'm about to make the Bophal disaster look like a Girl Scout picnic!

Casey Ryback:
You think this is being shot? This ain't being shot.

Travis Dane:
Well, here you are. The last place anyone would expect to find you. Amazing.

Penn:
+1. It could be his girl or a child.

Travis Dane:
Maybe it's wife or something.

Penn:
Man doesn't call his wife +1.

Travis Dane:
So, what? We're looking for some babe?

Penn:
Some bait.