Casey Ryback Quotes in Under Siege (1992)

Jordan Tate: So who are you? Are you-you, like, some special forces guy or something?

Casey Ryback: Nah. I'm just a cook.

Jordan Tate: A cook?

Casey Ryback: [whispering] Just a lowly, lowly cook.

Jordan Tate: Oh, my God, we're gonna die.

Casey Ryback: What made you flip like this?

William Strannix: I got tired of coming up with last-minute desperate solutions to impossible problems created by other fucking people.

Casey Ryback: All of your ridiculous pitiful antics aren't gonna change a thing. You and me, we're puppets in the same sick game. We serve the same master, and he's a lunatic and he's ungrateful. But there's nothing we can do about it. You and me, we're the same.

William Strannix: Oh, no. No, no, no. There's a difference, my man. You have faith. I don't!

[a knife fight erupts between them]

Doumer: You're incredible, Ryback. It's a shame you're not cooking for *us*.

[Jordan shoots Doumer in the back]

Casey Ryback: [to Jordan] Next thing I know, you'll be dating musicians.

Jordan Tate: You're not a cook.

Casey Ryback: Yeah, well... I also cook.

Casey Ryback: [Krill has informed Ryback that all the men in the Forecastle are about to drown] We've got to save them.

Granger: You know they're gonna have a trap for us.

Casey Ryback: Yeah, but they're expecting *me*, not all of us.

Tackman: All of what? I do laundry. I was ironing during the Gulf War. I ain't cut out for this hero bullshit.

Casey Ryback: You're in the Navy, remember? It's not a job, it's an adventure!

Admiral Bates: Now, since your ass is on the line, sailor, I authorize you right now, to do whatever you can to aid in the arrival of the SEAL Team. Because if I goddamn can't control you, I might as well support you. Correct?

Casey Ryback: That's affirmative, sir!

Ensign Taylor: Petty Officer Ryback.

Casey Ryback: Ensign Taylor.

Ensign Taylor: SIR!

Casey Ryback: You don't have to "sir" me, Ensign Taylor. We're casual in the galley, you know.

Ensign Taylor: I'd watch it, Ryback. We still have a week together.

Casey Ryback: I guess that means I won't get to see you go through puberty.

[Commander Krill spits in Ryback's soup]

Commander Krill: A little flavor.

Commander Krill: [taunts Ryback] You like that?

Casey Ryback: [shoves Krill] You're crazy...

Ensign Taylor: HEY! That's *striking an Officer*!

Commander Krill: Whoa, whoa.

Casey Ryback: COME ON! That's not striking an Officer...

[knocks Krill to the ground hard]

Casey Ryback: THAT'S striking an Officer!

[Ryback fights off the Marine guards successfully, then gives up and is restrained]

Ensign Taylor: THROW HIM IN THE BRIG!

Casey Ryback: [as he is being handcuffed] NOBODY goes to the brig without the Old Man's signature!

Commander Krill: Good point. Secure him in the meat locker. NOW! Right now.

[as Ryback is being led in]

Commander Krill: Now I know why you're a cook. You hit like a FAGGOT!

[Jordan refuses to hide in the closet despite the risks]

Jordan Tate: I hate being alone.

Casey Ryback: Do you hate being dead?

Casey Ryback: Al right, who are you and what are you doing here?

Jordan Tate: My name is Jordan Tate. I'm Miss July '89. I was hired to jump out of the cake, but I got really airsick on the way over here so this guy gave me these pills and I don't know what happened, and I guess I fell asleep.

Casey Ryback: What kind of babbling bullshit is this?

Ship's Doctor: Okay, you're gonna need about three or four stitches so I wanna see you down in the infirmary.

Casey Ryback: Yeah, I'm afraid of needles, ya know.

[Tate and Ryback are hurrying down a corridor when they hear pounding on a door]

Casey Ryback: It's morse code.

Jordan Tate: What are they saying?

Casey Ryback: They're saying, "Get me the fuck out of here".

Casey Ryback: Another cold day in Hell.

Casey Ryback: I'll tell you what. I'll carry everything if you kill whoever we run into, all right?

Jordan Tate: I have a little rule about killing people. Well, actually I have two rules. See, one: I don't date musicians, and two: I do not kill people, okay?

Casey Ryback: I'm thrilled to death to hear that, yeah. But it leaves a lot of open territory.

[after getting off the phone with Krill]

Pvt. Nash: You're WRONG Ryback! You're WRONG! Those were *party poppers*!

Casey Ryback: You got shit for brains, Private! I know they brainwashed you at boot camp, but sometimes you gotta QUESTION authority! Trust me, boy. That's GUNFIRE! You get me out of here, I'll go take care of it.

Pvt. Nash: I'm gonna be relieved in a couple of minutes. So just shut up and sit tight!

Casey Ryback: Some thing's going on! Use your head this time, boy. Do what you got to do and get me out of here.

[pause]

Casey Ryback: When I get out, I'll shoot you myself!

Casey Ryback: Krill's a maniac! Go tell the captain he spit in my soup!

Pvt. Nash: Ryback, you've got a fire in here!

Casey Ryback: Get my pies out of the oven!

Casey Ryback: You're comin' with me, you gotta be invisible. You walk by a hatch and you see the enemy, you become the hatch.

Jordan Tate: I told you I don't like guns.

Casey Ryback: I know. Neither do I.

Casey Ryback: Calaway, Gunner's Mate.

Calaway: Yeah, Chief?

Casey Ryback: You see those?

[pointing to the 16" guns]

Casey Ryback: We still got shells for those.

Casey Ryback: Keep the faith, Strannix.

Capt. Adams: Chief, get in your dress uniform.

Casey Ryback: Sir, you know how I feel about ceremonies. I thought maybe this time, uh...

Capt. Adams: You know, if I had your ribbons, I'd wear 'em to bed.

Admiral Bates: [over the intercom] Chief Ryback.

Casey Ryback: Sir?

Admiral Bates: I see you completely disobeyed my orders.

Casey Ryback: I'm sorry, sir. You can court martial me if I live, sir.

[Casey and Jordan hear the SEAL team's chopper approaching]

Casey Ryback: Here come the good guys.

Casey Ryback: Nobody beats me in the kitchen.

Lady Hostage: [distracting the Merc] I broke my bra!

[Ryback kills the Merc]

Casey Ryback: Tits to die for, huh?

[Ryback has Dane at gunpoint]

Travis Dane: [gleefully] Shooting me won't do any good. ATAC can't get past my ghost satellites and YOU can't get past my encrypted program.

Casey Ryback: You mean to tell me there's no way I can just shut that off?

Travis Dane: [boastfully] No way!

[Ryback shoots the laptop, the bullet passes through and hits Dane. ATAC Resumes control of the satellite]

Travis Dane: I Never thought of that.

[falls out of the train]

Casey Ryback: Is this your lunch?

Casey Ryback: What am I doing? Oh, I'm making a bomb.

Casey Ryback: That's what I hear. Mostly from you. But that's what I hear.

Casey Ryback: [over radio] Penn?

Penn: Ryback.

Casey Ryback: I'm coming to get my niece now.

Penn: Come and get her.

Casey Ryback: [after spotting the terrorists from the kitchen car, and reentering from the pantry and seeing spilled blood] Now, this I'm trained for!

Casey Ryback: You think this is being shot? This ain't being shot.

[last lines]

Casey Ryback: Ah, this is Casey Ryback, the hostages are safe.

[Ryback comes into the bar car and sees Sarah sitting in the corner with a glass]

Casey Ryback: Hi. Um, I was just wondering what the girl in the corner there was drinking?

Kelly, Barmaid: You mean the little girl with the tonic and lime, and the bad I.D.?

Casey Ryback: That's the one.