U.S. Marshals Quotes
US Marshal Samuel Gerard (Jones) and his team of Marshals are assigned to track down Sheridan (Snipes), a murderer and robber.
Sam Gerard: [coming in and seeing Sheridan holding Royce at gunpoint] Freeze it. It is a long day for everybody. So, let's end it on a positive note.
Mark J. Sheridan: For me or for you?
Sam Gerard: If everybody walks away breathing, everybody wins.
Mark J. Sheridan: How long you're gonna let me live if I let you take me in, huh? Did you forget about the plane?
Sam Gerard: Look around you, you're caught.
[Sheridan looks around to see the rest of Gerard's team closing in on him]
Sam Gerard: C'mon Roberts. Let's go home.
Mark J. Sheridan: No. You go home.
[shoots Gerard in his left side]
Mark J. Sheridan: For me or for you?
Sam Gerard: If everybody walks away breathing, everybody wins.
Mark J. Sheridan: How long you're gonna let me live if I let you take me in, huh? Did you forget about the plane?
Sam Gerard: Look around you, you're caught.
[Sheridan looks around to see the rest of Gerard's team closing in on him]
Sam Gerard: C'mon Roberts. Let's go home.
Mark J. Sheridan: No. You go home.
[shoots Gerard in his left side]
Sam Gerard: [speaking to the hicks in the swamp] Which one of you knows the most about this terrain?
[most of the hicks raise their hands]
Sam Gerard: Alright, which one of you is the ugliest, most inbred country son of a bitch out here?
[hicks start laughing and most raise their hands]
Sam Gerard: [old fella spits out a gob of chew spit] You come with me.
[most of the hicks raise their hands]
Sam Gerard: Alright, which one of you is the ugliest, most inbred country son of a bitch out here?
[hicks start laughing and most raise their hands]
Sam Gerard: [old fella spits out a gob of chew spit] You come with me.
Mark J. Sheridan: [punches Barrows in the face and draws his gun] You son of a bitch. Why did you do it? Why did you do it?
Special Agent Frank Barrows: What are you talking about?
Mark J. Sheridan: You don't know what I'm talking about? You're the one who's selling secrets to the Chinese.
[throws Barrows a top secret report]
Mark J. Sheridan: Here. This report tells about the invasion of Taiwan, the strategic defense of South Korea. Make sense now?
Special Agent Frank Barrows: Please, I swear to god, I don't know what you're taking about.
Mark J. Sheridan: [becoming upset] Don't lie to me!
Special Agent Frank Barrows: Don't kill me, don't kill me! I'll do whatever you want.
Mark J. Sheridan: Don't worry I'm not gonna kill you, you're goona make me righteous again. Now, why did you set me up.
[points his gun at Barrows' crotch]
Mark J. Sheridan: Why did you set me up?
Special Agent Frank Barrows: Lamb was closing in, we needed a fall guy. With you caught red-handed, we were free and clear.
Mark J. Sheridan: Who's we?
Special Agent Frank Barrows: I can't.
Mark J. Sheridan: [points his gun at Barrows' head] Who is we?
Special Agent Frank Barrows: If i tell you, he'll kill me.
Mark J. Sheridan: Then he won't get the chance.
Special Agent Frank Barrows: What are you talking about?
Mark J. Sheridan: You don't know what I'm talking about? You're the one who's selling secrets to the Chinese.
[throws Barrows a top secret report]
Mark J. Sheridan: Here. This report tells about the invasion of Taiwan, the strategic defense of South Korea. Make sense now?
Special Agent Frank Barrows: Please, I swear to god, I don't know what you're taking about.
Mark J. Sheridan: [becoming upset] Don't lie to me!
Special Agent Frank Barrows: Don't kill me, don't kill me! I'll do whatever you want.
Mark J. Sheridan: Don't worry I'm not gonna kill you, you're goona make me righteous again. Now, why did you set me up.
[points his gun at Barrows' crotch]
Mark J. Sheridan: Why did you set me up?
Special Agent Frank Barrows: Lamb was closing in, we needed a fall guy. With you caught red-handed, we were free and clear.
Mark J. Sheridan: Who's we?
Special Agent Frank Barrows: I can't.
Mark J. Sheridan: [points his gun at Barrows' head] Who is we?
Special Agent Frank Barrows: If i tell you, he'll kill me.
Mark J. Sheridan: Then he won't get the chance.
Distracted Driver: [talking on his cell phone] Hopper told you? What the hell are you doing listening to what comes out of that idiot's mouth! You probably cost this whole country the entire goddamn account!
[his cigar falls out of his mouth and the driver looks down to grab it]
Distracted Driver: Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
[notices that he is barrelling down on several stopped cars]
Distracted Driver: Oh, shit!
[turns suddenly, trying to avoid the stopped vehicles]
[his cigar falls out of his mouth and the driver looks down to grab it]
Distracted Driver: Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
[notices that he is barrelling down on several stopped cars]
Distracted Driver: Oh, shit!
[turns suddenly, trying to avoid the stopped vehicles]
Catherine Walsh: [seeing Lamb standing up] Don't get up Mr. Lamb. You make a better target sitting down.
Bertram Lamb, Security Service Director: I'm guessing that our visit does not deliver our fugitive.
Catherine Walsh: Not with all of the horseshit you've been handing us.
Bertram Lamb, Security Service Director: Excuse me?
Catherine Walsh: For starters, the fingerprints you have planted at the scene.
[shows a picture of a hand of a mysterious figure holding a briefcase]
Catherine Walsh: You want the illustrated version?
[hands Lamb the picture]
Bertram Lamb, Security Service Director: [after looking at the picture] Can you excuse us gentlemen?
[the men that were in Lamb's meeting leave]
Special Agent Frank Barrows: Where did you get these photographs?
Catherine Walsh: Off of U.N. surveillance tapes.
Special Agent Frank Barrows: That is highly classified material.
Bertram Lamb, Security Service Director: Do you know anything about this agent Barrows?
Special Agent Frank Barrows: I'll look into it.
Sam Gerard: I'll tell you what you should look into, is how you got those fingerprints in the first place, but let me save you the trouble because you had them on file because our boy worked for you just like the two dead guys. Is that right or wrong?
Catherine Walsh: [sternly] We want some answers Mr. Lamb. Or I'm on the next plane to Washington.
Bertram Lamb, Security Service Director: I'm guessing that our visit does not deliver our fugitive.
Catherine Walsh: Not with all of the horseshit you've been handing us.
Bertram Lamb, Security Service Director: Excuse me?
Catherine Walsh: For starters, the fingerprints you have planted at the scene.
[shows a picture of a hand of a mysterious figure holding a briefcase]
Catherine Walsh: You want the illustrated version?
[hands Lamb the picture]
Bertram Lamb, Security Service Director: [after looking at the picture] Can you excuse us gentlemen?
[the men that were in Lamb's meeting leave]
Special Agent Frank Barrows: Where did you get these photographs?
Catherine Walsh: Off of U.N. surveillance tapes.
Special Agent Frank Barrows: That is highly classified material.
Bertram Lamb, Security Service Director: Do you know anything about this agent Barrows?
Special Agent Frank Barrows: I'll look into it.
Sam Gerard: I'll tell you what you should look into, is how you got those fingerprints in the first place, but let me save you the trouble because you had them on file because our boy worked for you just like the two dead guys. Is that right or wrong?
Catherine Walsh: [sternly] We want some answers Mr. Lamb. Or I'm on the next plane to Washington.
John Royce: [showing Marie pictures of the dead agents] This is Sam Harmon, one of my friends, Sheridan killed him with his own bare hands. So was Neil Kazinski. Neil had three little kids.
Marie Bineaux, Mark's Girlfriend: Stop doing this to me. Even if I knew this man, it's not a crime, I've done nothing wrong. I haven't heard from him.
Deputy Marshal Noah Newman: So, you *do* know him.
John Royce: You just lied to us.
Deputy Marshal Noah Newman: That's a federal offense.
Marie Bineaux, Mark's Girlfriend: Stop doing this to me. Even if I knew this man, it's not a crime, I've done nothing wrong. I haven't heard from him.
Deputy Marshal Noah Newman: So, you *do* know him.
John Royce: You just lied to us.
Deputy Marshal Noah Newman: That's a federal offense.
Stark: [seeing Sheridan taking the cigar boxes, which are supplies for him to acheive his asignment] Now, make sure you take it all. I don't want you back here again.
Mark J. Sheridan: You don't believe me?
Stark: I'm going as far as I'm prepared to go. I'll catch the rest on CNN.
[as Sheridan leaves]
Stark: Hey, good luck to you man.
Mark J. Sheridan: You don't believe me?
Stark: I'm going as far as I'm prepared to go. I'll catch the rest on CNN.
[as Sheridan leaves]
Stark: Hey, good luck to you man.
[Roberts is being interrogated by the police]
Detective Caldwell: Mr. Warren, we seem to have a small discrepancy here.
[passes a file across the sheet; the photo is obviously not Roberts]
Mark J. Sheridan: Oh, let me help you with that: uh, that's not me.
Detective Caldwell: Yeah, we caught that. Uh, you're aware that it's illegal to carry a handgun in Chicago?
Mark J. Sheridan: [laughs] Come on. You ever tried towing a car on the Dan Ryan at three o'clock in the morning without a handgun?
Detective Caldwell: What about East 42nd and First Avenue in New York City?
Mark J. Sheridan: What about it?
Detective Caldwell: Ever been there?
Mark J. Sheridan: No.
Detective Caldwell: Never?
Mark J. Sheridan: Never!
[the detective takes off his glasses]
Detective Caldwell: Hmm. Then you wouldn't know anything about the double homicide that took place there last December?
Mark J. Sheridan: Obviously not.
Detective Caldwell: That's interesting. 'Cause the prints we took off of you flag this.
[shows Sheridan another sheet]
Detective Caldwell: Federal arrest warrant, for Mark Roberts. Prints from the crime scene match yours.
Mark J. Sheridan: This is bullshit.
Detective Caldwell: Mr. Warren, we seem to have a small discrepancy here.
[passes a file across the sheet; the photo is obviously not Roberts]
Mark J. Sheridan: Oh, let me help you with that: uh, that's not me.
Detective Caldwell: Yeah, we caught that. Uh, you're aware that it's illegal to carry a handgun in Chicago?
Mark J. Sheridan: [laughs] Come on. You ever tried towing a car on the Dan Ryan at three o'clock in the morning without a handgun?
Detective Caldwell: What about East 42nd and First Avenue in New York City?
Mark J. Sheridan: What about it?
Detective Caldwell: Ever been there?
Mark J. Sheridan: No.
Detective Caldwell: Never?
Mark J. Sheridan: Never!
[the detective takes off his glasses]
Detective Caldwell: Hmm. Then you wouldn't know anything about the double homicide that took place there last December?
Mark J. Sheridan: Obviously not.
Detective Caldwell: That's interesting. 'Cause the prints we took off of you flag this.
[shows Sheridan another sheet]
Detective Caldwell: Federal arrest warrant, for Mark Roberts. Prints from the crime scene match yours.
Mark J. Sheridan: This is bullshit.
Catherine Walsh: Never one to be afraid of the obvious. I admire that in a man, Sam.
Sam Gerard: Have I done something?
Catherine Walsh: Yeah. You hit your prisoner while he was in handcuffs; that's against the rules. If he had any brains, he'd sue us.
Sam Gerard: He bit one of my kids; he got smacked on the head! So what?
Catherine Walsh: So what?
Sam Gerard: Yeah. So what?
Catherine Walsh: 27 stitches is "so what."
Sam Gerard: He needed a smack on the head. That's what he got.
Sam Gerard: Have I done something?
Catherine Walsh: Yeah. You hit your prisoner while he was in handcuffs; that's against the rules. If he had any brains, he'd sue us.
Sam Gerard: He bit one of my kids; he got smacked on the head! So what?
Catherine Walsh: So what?
Sam Gerard: Yeah. So what?
Catherine Walsh: 27 stitches is "so what."
Sam Gerard: He needed a smack on the head. That's what he got.
