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Johns: How's it look?
Riddick: Looks clear.
[Johns steps forward, and a creature flies out towards them. They duck and it flies into the night]
Johns: You said it was clear!
Riddick: I said it *looked* clear.
Johns: Well, how does it look now?
Riddick: Looks clear.

Imam: Because you do not believe in God does not mean God does not believe in - .
Riddick: Think someone could spend half their life in a slam with a horse bit in their mouth and not believe? Think he could start out in some liquor store trash bin with an umbilical cord wrapped around his neck and not believe? Got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God... And I absolutely hate the fucker.

Riddick: All you people are so scared of me. Most days I'd take that as a compliment. But it ain't me you gotta worry about now.

Imam: Where's Johns?
Riddick: Which half?

Jack: Where the hell can I get eyes like that?
Riddick: Gotta kill a few people.
Jack: 'Kay, I can do it.
Riddick: Then you got to get sent to a slam, where they tell you you'll never see daylight again. You dig up a doctor, and you pay him 20 menthol Kools to do a surgical shine job on your eyeballs.
Jack: So you can see who's sneaking up on you in the dark?
Riddick: Exactly.

[Riddick slits a raptor's throat, then snaps its neck]
Riddick: Did *not* know who he was fuckin' with.

Riddick: [evil smile] Like I said, it ain't me you gotta worry about.

[first lines]
Riddick: [voiceover] They say most of your brain shuts down in cryo-sleep. All but the primitive side, the animal side. No wonder I'm still awake. Transporting me with civilians. Sounded like 40, 40-plus. Heard an Arab voice. Some hoodoo holy man, probably on his way to New Mecca. But what route? What route? I smelt a woman. Sweat, boots, tool belt, leather. Prospector type. Free settlers. And they only take the back roads. And here's my real problem. Mr. Johns... the blue-eyed devil. Planning on taking me back to slam... only this time he picked a ghost lane. A long time between stops. A long time for something to go wrong...

Johns: He just escaped from a maximum security prison.
Fry: Should he just stay locked up forever?
Johns: That would be my choice.
Fry: Is he really that dangerous?
Johns: Only around humans.

Riddick: That's death row up there, especially with the girl bleeding.
[Johns looks at Fry]
Johns: The fuck you talking about? She's not cut.
Riddick: Not her.
[turns around and looks at Jack]
Riddick: Her.

Riddick: [Fry is fighting with Riddick, who wants to leave Jack and Imam behind] Would die for them?
Fry: I would try for them!
Riddick: You didn't answer me.
Fry: Yes, Riddick. I would. I would die for them.
Riddick: [pulling off goggles] How interesting.

Riddick: I know you don't prep your emergency ship unless there's a fuckin' emergency.
Jack: He's fuckin' right.
Johns: Hey, watch your mouth.

Johns: I thought I said no shivs.
Riddick: You mean this? This is just a personal grooming appliance.

Johns: Battlefield doctors decide who lives and dies. It's called 'triage'.
Riddick: They kept calling it 'murder' when I did it.

Carolyn Fry: How much do you weigh, Johns?
William J. Johns: What's it matter, Carolyn?
Carolyn Fry: How much?
William J. Johns: Around 79 kilos, to be exact.
Carolyn Fry: 'Cause you're 79 kilos of gutless white meat, and that's why you can't think of a better plan.

Riddick: Strong survival instinct. I admire that in a woman.

[They hear creatures inside the ship]
Richard B. Riddick: Come on, Johns. You got the big gauge.
William J. Johns: I'd rather piss glass. Why don't you go fuckin' check?

Jack: [sneaks up on Paris and puts a sharp bone up to his throat] He'd probably get you here, right here, under the chin, and you'd never even hear him. That's how good Riddick is!
Paris: Tell me, did you run away from your parents, or did they run away from you?

Paris: Paris P. Olgilvie. Antiquities dealer, entrepreneur.
Riddick: Richard B. Riddick. Escaped convict. Murderer.

Paris: [talking about Jack after she shaved her head and has goggles on] It's the winner of the look alike contest.

Fry: You're fucking with me, I know you are.
Riddick: You know I am? You don't know anything about me. I will leave you here.

Riddick: [rain has just put out all the torches; Riddick laughs] Where the hell's your God now?

Riddick: I truly don't know what's gonna happen when the lights go out, Carolyn, but I do know, once the dying starts, this little psycho fuck family of ours is gonna rip itself apart.

[after Johns is killed]
Jack: We're gonna lose everybody out here. We should've stayed at the ship.
Richard B. Riddick: He died fast, and if we have any choice about it, that's the way we all should go out.
[specifically to Jack]
Richard B. Riddick: Don't you cry for Johns. Don't you dare.

[last lines]
Jack: Lotta questions, whoever we run into. Could even be a merc ship. So, what the hell do we tell them about you?
Richard B. Riddick: Tell them Riddick's dead. He died somewhere back on that planet.

Riddick: Back to the ship, huh? Just huddle together, until the lights burn out? 'Til you can't see what's eating you? Is that the big plan?

Johns: Zeke, fully-loaded clip. Safety's on. One shot if you spot him, okay?
Zeke: Don't tell me you're going off too.
Johns: Yeah.
Paris: But what happens if Mr. Riddick spots us first?
Johns: [grinning] There will be no shots.

Fry: You're dancing on razor blades here.

Jack: [after Riddick comes back] Never had a doubt!
Richard B. Riddick: Anyone not ready for this?
Imam: *There* is my God, Mr. Riddick!

Paris: People, just a suggestion. Perhaps you should *flee*!

Paris: [his last lines] I was supposed to die in France. I never even saw France.

Fry: You're not a cop, are you?
Johns: Never said I was.
Fry: No, you didn't. You never said you were a hype, either.
Johns: You have a little caffeine in the morning; I have a little morphine. So what?
Fry: [looking at shotgun shells with morphine in them, sees all have two vials inside the shell] Here, you got two mornings everyday. Wow, you're just born lucky.

Imam: I have already prayed with the others. It is painless.
Riddick: It is pointless.

William J. Johns: Why don't you just shut up and let me figure out a plan that doesn't involve mass suicide!
[neither Johns nor Fry says anything for a minute]
Fry: I'm waiting.

Fry: [the plan to go for the escape vehicle has turned into a debacle] Can we just go back to the ship?
Johns: I don't know, Carolyn. Nice breeze; wide-open space. I'm startin' to enjoy my fucking self out here.
Fry: What? Are you high again? Just listen to yourself, Johns.
Johns: No, no. You're right, Carolyn. What's to be afraid of? My life's just a steaming pile of meaningless shit anyhow. So I say mush on. The canyon's only a couple of hundred meters, and after that it's skiff city, so why don't you butch up, stuff a cork in this fucking kid, and let's go.

Zeke: Comfy up there?
Paris: Amazing how you can do without the essentials of life, so long as you have the little luxuries.

Riddick: [speaking of the dead settlers] But they forgot to lock the celler.

Richard B. Riddick: Not for me! Not for me!

Greg Owens: [shouts] Don't touch it! Don't- Don't you touch that handle!

Paris: Is anybody else having trouble breathing?
Shazza: Yeah. I feel one lung short.

Greg Owens: WHAT THE F- was that a purge, Fry?

Jack: *Three* suns?
Shazza: Bloody hell.

Johns: Somebody's gonna get hurt one of these days. It ain't gonna be me.

Jack: So can I talk to him now?

Fry: [trying to help Riddick get back to the skiff] I said I'd die for them, not you. Come on!

Johns: [Fry is looking for Zeke's body based on Riddick's claim that he had nothing to do with his demise] Let me tell you what I think happened. I think he went off on the guy and buried him in the hill somewhere, and now he's got you believing there's something else out there.
Fry: Well, let's just be sure.
Johns: Murders aside, Riddick belongs in the asshole hall of fame. He loves to jaw-jack and he loves to make you feel afraid because that's all he has, and you're playing right into it.
Fry: I don't know why I'm trying to explain this to you, Johns. You're a cop. For God's sake, we couldn't find his body.
Johns: Look, being ballsy with your life doesn't change what came before. It's just stupid.
Fry: What? You think I'm trying to prove something?
Johns: Well, are you?

Jack: So... I guess something went wrong.

Greg Owens: This is an emergency from merchant vessel Hunter Gratzner, en route to the Tangiers system with commercial passengers on board. We've been knocked out of our shipping lane and entering a planetary body in the following position: X 35/8, Y 98/5, Z 21/6.

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