Freejack
1992
Alex Furlong: Give it up, Vacendak. You couldn't catch a cold. You couldn't catch the clap in a whorehouse!
Michelette: How would you feel if you'd been dead a day and a half and someone brought your more bad news?
(after watching Furlong jumping to the river) Victor Vacendak: you drink any of that, I'll be out of a job
Hungry Diner: If you keep looking at me, you'll see me kill you.
Alex Furlong: What... no applause? Victor Vacendak: Show's not over yet.
Alex Furlong: How'm I doin'? Victor Vacendak: Not bad.
Victor Vacendak: Box him in and run him down, but be gentle... I want him WITHOUT A SCRATCH.
Victor Vacendak: Get the meat.
Newswoman: So how do you like it here? Alex Furlong: (drunk) I don't. Everybody's chasing me. Newswoman: What is it they all want? Alex Furlong: My body. Newswoman: Mmmm... (to the camera) self-absorbed type.
Michelette: Why, Victor, who do you think you're talking to? Victor Vacendak: I know who I'm talking to Mark... (Tosses Michelette's expensive Faberge Egg to him; it breaks) ... an asshole. Michelette: (Slams broken egg onto desk) (Barks) Get out!
Nun: (after being slapped violently) The Good Lord always says to turn the other cheek. (Swings foot up, kicking Michellete in the groin. Michellete moans in pain) But he never had to deal with dickheads like you.
Nun: (Aims shotgun at Alex) What are you and what are you doing here? Alex Furlong: I don't know what I am... or where. (Whispers to himself) Maybe I died. What was it they called me? Nun: Pathetic? Alex Furlong: No. (Looks up to her) A freejack. Nun: (Gasps) Holy shit.
Alex Furlong: (Inebriated during a television interview) I know someone who's trying to bring me in. Goes by the name Vacendak. (Grabs interviewer's microphone) Well, I got a special message for you. (Imitating Vacendak's English accent) Fuck you, asshole! (Laughs) No one's bringing me in. (Knocks camera aside)
Alex Furlong: This your truck? Pickup Man: Company's. Alex Furlong: (Whips out firearm) Not anymore.
Alex Furlong: (Being pinned down by gunfire) We're trapped. Boone: What do you mean 'we', white man? (Smiles) Just kidding.
Alex Furlong: (Discussing the future of their relationship) What about us? Julie Redlund: "Us" was eighteen years ago. Alex Furlong: It's two days for me. Two days, Julie.
Ian McCandless: Welcome to my Mind.