The Running Man
1987
Damon Killian: This is television, that's all it is. It has nothing to do with people, it's to do with ratings! For fifty years, we've told them what to eat, what to drink, what to wear... for Christ's sake, Ben, don't you understand? Americans love television. They wean their kids on it. Listen. They love game shows, they love wrestling, they love sports and violence. So what do we do? We give 'em *what they want*! We're number one, Ben, that's all that counts, believe me. I've been in the business for thirty years.
(Referring to dead bodies) Amber: They're running men. Last season's winners. Fireball: No. Last season's losers.
Ben Richards: I'm not into politics. I'm into survival.
Amber: I warn you I get sick. Car sick, air sick. And I'm going to throw up all over *you*. Richards: That's OK. On this shirt it won't show.
(Damon Killian is talking to the operator on the telephone) Damon Killian: Hello, this is Killian. Give me the Justice Department, Entertainment Division.
Ben Richards: Now I'm gonna untie you, and then you're gonna get dressed, and then you're gonna come with me. Amber: Oh yeah? But why should I? Ben Richards: Because I'm gonna say "please"... (Arnold tears up the bench Amber is tied to from the floor it was bolted to) Amber: Well, why didn't you say so?
Ben Richards: Killian! I'll be back! Damon Killian: Only in a rerun.
Damon Killian: You bastard! Drop dead! Ben Richards: I don't do requests.
Ben Richards: Killian, here's your Subzero, now plain zero.
Ben Richards: Uplink underground, uplink underground. If you say that one more time, I'll uplink your uplink your ass, and you'll be underground!
Ben Richards: (after strangling Sub-Zero with barbed wire) What a pain in the neck.
Amber: (after Richards cut Buzzsaw in half with a chain saw) What happened to Buzzsaw? Ben Richards: He had to split.
Ben Richards: I live to see you eat that contract, but I hope you leave enough room for my fist because I'm going to ram it into your stomach and break your god-damn spine!
Damon Killian: It's all part of life's rich pattern, Brenda, and you better fucking get used to it.
Ben Richards: Uplinks on the ground. Uplinks underground. You guys don't shut up, I'm going to uplink your ass... you'll be on the ground!
Ben Richards: If you're not ready to act, give me a break and shut up!
Damon Killian: Yes, I know a stalker died! It had to happen sooner or later! (pauses to listen, then) Damon Killian: Well, it is a contact sport, okay?
(Richard tied Amber to her bench-press, which is bolted to the floor) Amber: What makes you think I'm going to do anything you say? Ben Richards: (lifts the bench, tearing it away from the floor) Because, I'm going to say 'Please'.
Damon Killian: Who loves you and who do you love!
Amy: You're lucky he didn't kill you too. Or rape you then kill you... or kill you then rape you.
Damon Killian: I want a kiss, now, a big kiss, but remember... no tongues.
Stevie: Don't touch that dial!
Ben Richards: (to Killian) One of us is in deep trouble. (Sven enters) Damon Killian: (Laughs) Sven, do you wanna talk to Mr Richards? (long pause) Well? Sven: I've got to score some steroids. (Sven leaves)
Mic: Mr Spock, you have the con. Rebel: Who's Mr Spock?
Ben Richards: I told Killian I'd be back. I wouldn't want to be a liar.
Damon Killian: Hi, cutie pie. You know one of us is in deep trouble. You know who I am? Ben Richards: I've seen you before. You're the asshole on TV. Damon Killian: That's funny. I was going to say the same thing about you.
Ben Richards: (to a trapped Dynamo) No. I won't kill a helpless human being. Not even sadistic scum... like you.
(Ben Richards finds a mortally-wounded Laughlin) William Laughlin: I'm going somewhere, but not with you. Buzzsaw took care of my traveling arrangements.
Tony: The Justice Department's calling every ten minutes. Damon Killian: Just give them an evasive answer. Tell them to go fuck themselves.
Dynamo: Thought it was pretty funny out there in the zone? What's the matter now bitch, why aren't you laughing? Amber: Because there's nothing funny about a dickless moron with a battery up his ass.
Ben Richards: (trying to get Dynamo's attention) Hey, Lighthead! Hey, Christmas Tree!
Amber: (seeing Fireball enter the game) Jesus Christ! Ben Richards: (seeing Fireball discharge a burst from his flamethrower) Guess again!