Hansen Quotes in Rapid Fire (1989)

Hansen: Look, Miles I'm in no mood for any jokes today. I just had surgery done on my teeth. What are you talking about?

Miles: Mustapha Amad, we lost him.

Hansen: Look, it took six agencies over three years to get that son of a bitch! How could we lose him?

Miles: Someone broke him out.

Hansen: Someone? How many were there, Miles?

Miles: Just one. Your old friend, Eddy Williams.

Hansen: We had that guy locked up in that goddamn battleship, so how could we lose him?

Miles: It took Williams only five minutes to break him out.

Hansen: Okay... so in order to find Mustapha, we need to find Williams.

Miles: So, what do you want to do?

Hansen: What do I want to do? We get the right man for the job, you got that? Now, get your fat ass off my desk!

Miles: All right, all right!

[Thompson and Pappy are blocked from driving away from Thompson's house by Hansen and several agents]

Hansen: Hey, Thompson. Where are you going?

Mike Thompson: [sarcastic] We're going on a little hunting trip.

Hansen: Mind if me and my boys tag along?

Mike Thompson: This is none of your business, Hansen. We made a deal. You broke it. Now, get the hell out of my way!

[Hansen's men reach for their sidearms]

Hansen: Relax. Everyone relax. You're gonna see Williams, aren't you? Back it up. Care to level with me? Hey... I've got all day.

Mike Thompson: All right, I'll level with you. He's got Corey and he wants me. We're gonna make a trade. My life for hers.

Hansen: Now we're getting somewhere. Only, it's not quite going down that way.

Mike Thompson: You start screwing around Hansen, Corey's gonna die.

Hansen: Put your finger down, sucker! Corey's a big girl. She's an agent. She knows the risks. Now, here's how it's gonna go. You are going in there wearing a wire and my men are gonna follow you. If you don't cooperate, I'm gonna throw both your asses in jail. Now, you're no good rotting in a federal prison, are you?

Pappy: The man's definitely got a point, Mike.

Hansen: Very good, Pappy. Nice to see that you still have half-a-brain.

Mike Thompson: All right, Hansen. We'll do this your way.

Hansen: So how about it, Nash? You scared?

Nash: Terrified... mortified... petrified... stupefied... by you.

Nash: It looks like you won after all.

Hansen: No. They were wrong, John. No one wins.

Hansen: Nash. Who's winning - you, or you?

Nash: Well, Martin Hansen. It is Martin, isn't it?

Hansen: Why yes, John, it is.

Nash: I assume you've gotten quite used to miscalculation. I read your pre-prints. Both of 'em. One on Nazi scientists and the other one on, uh... non-linear equations, and I'm extremely confident that there's not one seminal or innovative idea in either one of them... Enjoy your punch.

Hansen: Cowards, all of you. Come on. Whoever wins, Sol does his laundry for the semester.

Sol: Does that seem unfair to anybody?

Bender: No, not at all.

Stein: [to Steven as he enters his office for the first time that day, referring to their bond investments overseas] The spreads are "blowing out" and the way things look in Europe, it could turn into a real bloodbath.

Steven: So, what are we talking?

Stein: We're talking at least a hundred and fifty basis points.

Hansen: Bundesbank will have to tag along, so your Yen and other positions are going to get hammered.

Steven: So, what's our exposure?

Nolan: Based on my preliminary model?

Steven: Yes, no frills.

Nolan: [implying the worst-case scenario for their investments] Think Chernobyl.

Hansen: I ain't gonna swing alone!