A soldier convicted for murdering his commanding officer is dumped and left to die on a prison island inhabited by two camps of convicts.

Marek: ...that's not funny
[he suddenly decapites his opponent]
Marek: HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA! Now, that's funny!
The Father: You've got a terrible case of "nobody tells me what to do".
Robbins: You want it? Come and get it.
Marek: Now, anyone who would like to disagree with me, would you please raise your right hand.
[Looks around]
Marek: If you've got one.
Marek: I could use a man like you! A position on my staff, perhaps...
[gestures at the body]
Marek: we appear to have an opening!
Marek: First prize is a chance to live, second prize... you really don't want to hear what the second prize is.
King: [Robbins limps into his newly assigned living quarters] Wipe your feet.
Robbins: Huh?
King: Wipe your feet! The average bare foot carries over six million germs.
Robbins: [Looks down] Wow, we're talking over 1.2 billion then, huh?
Marek: I have removed all the heads of state...
[Dumps out sack full of decapitated remains]
Marek: ...I really want to be in charge!
Warden: You have come here from all over the world because society has no further use for you. The international prison system has given up all hopes of your rehabilitation. This place will now be your holding pen untill your death. Because death is the only way out. There is no chance of reprieve here, No possibility of escape. You are condemned. Either accept it... Or die...
Jack Dwyer: What are you? British CIA?
Hammond: Something like that
Jack Dwyer: [motions to Kenny] Him too?
Hammond: [Hammond nods] Look I came here more for the women
[grins]
Hammond: well... partially for the women. I came here to pave the way for you
Warden: Was there something you wanted to add?
Robbins: Don't ever turn your back on me again.