When a structural-security authority finds himself set up and incarcerated in the world's most secret and secure prison, he has to use his skills to escape with help from the inside.

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: [from trailer] Heh heh. You hit like a vegetarian!
Swan Rottmayer: [after detonating the prison, and Hobbes on fire] Have a lovely day... asshole!
Swan Rottmayer: You don't look that smart!
Breslin: You don't either!
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 fucking 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?
Swan Rottmayer: Your mother was my favorite whore in Marrakech. Man, she knew how to polish a helmet!
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 fuck up the prom.
Breslin: [Before detonating the prison] Boom!
Swan Rottmayer: Sometimes favors hurt.
Swan Rottmayer: If I don't get out, I will kill you.
Breslin: Fair 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, motherfucker.
Abigail: She's from the Agency.
Jessica Miller: The Central Intelligence Agency.
Hush: You're a spy?
Jessica Miller: Worse, I'm a lawyer.
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]
Swan Rottmayer: 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.
Hobbes: No-one in. No-one out. Search every inch of this - - ing room!
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.
Breslin: And you became my best friend.
Swan Rottmayer: You are not user-friendly.
Breslin: [taking a punch] That's a favor?
Swan Rottmayer: Sometimes favors hurt.

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