John Smith Quotes in Mr. & Mrs. Smith (2005)

John Smith: [while driving, pursued by hit men in three black BMW'S] I never told you, but I was married once before.

Jane Smith: [slams on the brakes]

John Smith: What's wrong with you?

Jane Smith: [slapping John's arms and legs] You're what's wrong with me John.

John Smith: It was just a drunken Vegas thing.

Jane Smith: Oh, that's better. That's *much* better.

[pause]

Jane Smith: What's her name and social security number?

John Smith: No, you're not gonna kill her.

[about the new curtains Jane bought]

Jane Smith: If you don't like them we can take them back.

John Smith: All right, I don't like them.

Jane Smith: [pause] You'll get used to them.

Jane Smith: Any last words?

John Smith: The new curtains are hideous.

John Smith: [after he throws a butcher's knife at her and misses] Your aim's as bad as your cooking sweetheart... and that's saying something!

Jane Smith: [after John hands her a small revolver] Wait, why do I get the girl gun?

John Smith: Are you kidding me?

Eddie: You gotta take this bitch out!

John Smith: [while taking burned pieces of papers out of a portable furnace to look for clues] Don't tell me how to handle my wife.

John Smith: [takes her hand and starts walking towards the dance floor in a fancy restaurant] Dance with me.

Jane Smith: You don't dance.

John Smith: It was just my cover, sweetheart.

Jane Smith: Was sloth your cover, too?

Jane Smith: [driving a stolen minivan] My parents died when I was five. I'm an orphan.

John Smith: Who was that kind fellow who gave you away at our wedding?

Jane Smith: Paid actor.

John Smith: I said, I said I saw your dad on "Fantasy Island"!

[last lines]

John Smith: [at marriage counseling] Ask us the sex question.

Jane Smith: [whispers] John.

John Smith: [excitingly, stretches out all ten fingers] Ten.

John Smith: [over the Bluetooth headset phone, trying to beat Jane home] That's the second time you've tried to kill me today.

Jane Smith: [over her speakerphone, trying to beat John home] Oh, come on, it was just a little bomb.

Jane Smith: [lying down in the hallway of their home] That vacation in Aspen, you left early, why?

John Smith: Jean-Luc Gespar.

Jane Smith: Damn, I wanted him.

John Smith: I got it.

John Smith: We have an unusual problem here, Jane. You obviously want me dead, and I'm less and less concerned for your well-being.

[John has just returned from shooting Lucky at the bar]

Jane Smith: Hey baby. I didn't hear you downstairs.

John Smith: I went down to the sports bar. Put a little money on the game.

Jane Smith: How'd you do?

John Smith: I got "Lucky".

Jane Smith: [referring to the hit men in three black BMW'S pursuing them] They're bulletproof!

John Smith: [having not heard the hit men in three black BMW'S pursuing them and shot three times at the three black BMW'S chasing them] They're bulletproof!

John Smith: [just before running over an assassin with the minivan] These fuckers get younger every year.

John Smith: [after Jane accidentally throws a knife that punctures his leg] We'll talk about this later.

John Smith: I can't believe I brought my real parents to our wedding.

John Smith: [over the Bluetooth headset phone, trying to beat Jane home] I guess that's what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning.

John Smith: [after Jane escapes on a high wire, stand the ledge of the ledge of the floor in her building] Chicken shit!

Jane Smith: [shouting from a broken window] Pussy!

John Smith: [after throwing her across the dining room table and onto the floor, standing up behind her, welcoming her by gesturing with his fingers] Come to Daddy.

Jane Smith: [she stands up bashes him with a teapot wrapped in a white cloth and headbutts him] Who's your Daddy now?

John Smith: [after having accidentally shot at his wife, Mr. Smith is on the roof of her car while she's trying to throw him off] Come on, let's talk about this! You don't want to go to bed angry!

John Smith: How many? Ok... I'll go first, then. I don't keep exact count, but I'd say, uh, high 50s, low 60s. I mean, I know I've been around the block an all, but...

Jane Smith: 312.

John Smith: What? How?

Jane Smith: Some were two at a time.

Jane Smith: [over a speakerphone] I thought I told you not to bother me at the office, honey.

John Smith: [over the Bluetooth headset phone] Well, you are still Mrs. Smith.

Jane Smith: [over a speakerphone] Well, so are a lot of girls.

John Smith: Hiya, stranger.

Jane Smith: Hiya back.

John Smith: [angry that Benjamin, tied to a chair, had blown their cover] You burn the picture after you get the assignment! It's the first thing you learn!

Benjamin: [sarcastically] Oh, I must have missed that day. Just like you missed the one about not marrying the enemy.

John Smith: [to Benjamin Danz] Option A: You talk, we listen, no pain. Option B: You don't talk, I remove your thumbs with my pliers, it will hurt. Option C: I like to vary the details a bit but the punchline is... you die.

Benjamin: [while being interrogated and tortured by John Smith] Can I have a soda or a juice or...

Benjamin: [Jane hits him with the telephone] A! A! Option A! Ow, that hurt.

John Smith: Ok, that was a nice shot.

Eddie: Did you get a look at him?

John Smith: Little thing. Buck ten, buck fifteen tops.

Eddie: Maybe he was Filipino!

John Smith: I'm not even sure it was a him.

Eddie: You saying you had your ass handed to you by some girl?

John Smith: I think so. A pro.

John Smith: Careful, Jane. I can push the button any time I like.

Jane Smith: Baby, you couldn't find the button with both hands and a map.

John Smith: [while dancing, after Jane asked what had happened to their marriage] I have a theory, newly developed.

Jane Smith: I'm breathless to hear it.

John Smith: I think you killed us.

Jane Smith: Provocative.

John Smith: Why do you care? I was just a cover

Jane Smith: Who says you were just a cover?

John Smith: [pauses] Wasn't I?

John Smith: Sweet Jesus! Mother of God!

John Smith: [to Jane, while pursued by hit men in three black BMW'S] It's called evasive driving, sweetheart!

John Smith: I never went to MIT. Notre Dame. Art history major.

Jane Smith: Art?

John Smith: History! It's reputable.

John Smith: I realise you witnessed the Mrs. and I working through a few domestic issues. That's regrettable but don't take that to be a sign of weakness, that would be a mistake on your part.

[Jane is drumming her fingers impatiently]

John Smith: Honey!

Jane Smith: Wrap it up.

John Smith: Maybe it's not such a good idea to undermine me in front of the hostage - sends a mixed message.

Jane Smith: Sorry.

John Smith: Girls. Where was I?

Benjamin: Mistake on your part.

John Smith: Shut up.

Jane Smith: [over a speakerphone] you really expect me to roll over and play dead?

John Smith: [over the Bluetooth headset phone] Well, you should be used to it after five years of marriage.

Jane Smith: Six... and I'm not leaving.

[both have discovered that they were on the desert and one tried to kill the other]

John Smith: I missed you.

Jane Smith: I missed you too.

John Smith: [they stop dancing, after his wife checks his crotch for a weapon] That's all John, sweetheart.

John Smith: [after firing a rocket launcher, holding it and looking at it closely] We should so not be allowed to buy these.

Marriage Counselor: [during a marriage counseling session] On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the happiness of your marriage?

Jane Smith: 8

John Smith: Wait Could you clarify? Is 10 the highest? 10 being perfectly happy and 1 being totally miserable or...

Marriage Counselor: Just respond instinctively.

John Smith: Ok. Ready?

Jane Smith, John Smith: 8.

Lucky: What? You're looking for a job or something?

John Smith: You are the job.

[John kills everybody in the room]

John Smith: [looking at the cards at the table] Pair of threes.

John Smith: What's new?

Eddie: Same old. People need killing.

John Smith: [over the Bluetooth headset phone] The first time we met, what was your first thought?

Jane Smith: [over her speakerphone, trying to beat John home] You tell me.

John Smith: I thought... I thought you looked like Christmas morning, I don't know how else to say it.

Jane Smith: [over her speakerphone, trying to beat John home] And why are you telling me this now?

John Smith: I guess in the end you start thinking about the beginning... so there it is, I thought you should know.

John Smith: [hitman from the BMW opens the van's left door. John opens the other van door and yanks the hitman through] These doors are handy.

Jane Smith: I told you to wait for my signal, you didn't wait for my signal.

John Smith: Well, I improvised.

Jane Smith: You deviated from the plan.

John Smith: The plan was flawed.

Jane Smith: The plan was not flawed.

John Smith: Anal.

Jane Smith: *Organized.*

John Smith: Jane, 90% of this job is instinct.

Jane Smith: Well, your instinct set off *every* alarm in the building!

John Smith: My instinct got the job done. It may not have been the Jane show...

Jane Smith: No, it was the John show: it was half-assed. Like Christmas, like our anniversary, like the time you forgot to bring my mother's birthday present.

John Smith: Your *fake* mother's birthday present.

Jane Smith: The point is, you are *always* the first to break team.

John Smith: You don't want a team, you want a servant for hire.

Jane Smith: I want someone I can count on.

John Smith: [sigh] Jane, there's no *air* around you anymore.

Jane Smith: [irritated] Oh. OK, what is that supposed to mean?

John Smith: That means there's no room for mistakes, no mistakes whatsoever. No spontaneity. Who can answer to that?

Jane Smith: Well, you don't have to. Because this isn't even a real marriage.

[brooding silence]

Benjamin: [locked up in the back of the van, in a bewildered voice] *Who are you people?*

Jane Smith: [yelling] Shut up!

John Smith: [after Jane told him she never cooked a day in her life] Web of lies!

[first lines]

John Smith: [at the marriage counselor's] OK, I'll go first. Um... Let me say, uh, we don't really need to be here. See, we've been married for five years.

Jane Smith: Six.

John Smith: [chastened] Five, six years.

John Smith: [to Jane while hotwiring a neighbor's minivan] He's had my barbecue set for months.

John Smith: Did you hear the helicopter dropping me off that night for our anniversary dinner?

Jane Smith: No. Oh, percussion grenades. I was partially deaf that evening.

John Smith: That left of yours is a thing of beauty.

Jane Smith: Mmm. You take it well.

John Smith: [searching for Jane, holding a pistol] Sweetheart...!

Jane Smith: [lying down in the hallway of their home] You ever have trouble sleeping after?

John Smith: [leaning on the wall next to her] No.

Jane Smith: Me neither.

John Smith: We're going to have to re-do every conversation we've ever had.

John Smith: You a vegan?

Gwen: No. My girlfriend is.

John Smith: [comparing injuries with Jane] I'm slightly colorblind. Retinal scarring.

John Smith: [talking about their predicament, at their dinner table in a fancy restaurant] So what do we do, Jane? Shoot it out here? Hope for the best?

Jane Smith: Well, that would be a shame because they would probably ask me to leave once you are dead.

Jane Smith: [dancing with John, he's just finished searching her for weapons] Satisfied?

John Smith: Not for years.

John Smith: You live with your mother.

Eddie: [offended] Why would you bring her into this, she happens to be a first class lady!

Eddie: [in a diner] Did you get any other details on her besides her weight class?

John Smith: [mumbles while chewing food] Laptop

Eddie: I'm sorry? You're in the whole zone right now- I'm having a hard time talkin' to ya.

John Smith: [swallows and says louder] Laptop!

Eddie: OK. Laptop.

John Smith: Does that include weekends?

[when asked how many times they have sex]

Eddie: [in Eddie's kitchen] This broad is not your wife, she's the enemy.

John Smith: She tried to kill me.

Eddie: They all try to kill you. Slowly, painfully, cripplingly, and then wham. They hurt you. How you going to handle it?

John Smith: [holding an assault rifle, walking past the door] I'm going to borrow this.

Eddie: I like where your head's at, man.

Eddie: Are you saying you had your ass handed to you by some girl?

John Smith: I think so.

John Smith: [both pointing guns at each other; John drops his shotgun] You want it? It's yours.

Jane Smith: [angrily, insistently] Don't! C'mon! C'mon!

John Smith: [while carrying a rocket launcher] Let's see if we can't get a tune out of this trombone.

John Smith: [comparing injuries with Jane, leaning on the wall next to Jane] Three ribs. Broken eye socket. Perforated eardrum.

John Smith: Oh, you're in trouble now!

John Smith: If you give me what I want, I'll leave your daughter in peace.

Litvenko: If I give you what you want, there will be no peace.

John Smith: I want you to know, I'm a big fan of your work, 47. It's an honor to meet a legend.

Agent 47: I thought you could only be a legend after you are dead.

John Smith: Oh, but you are. You just don't know it yet.

Litvenko: You're a bastard.

John Smith: I know.

Litvenko: No. you don't. You're a result of inferior technologies. A failed experiment. An Agent's advantage is not his body, John Smith. It's his mind. You will never be as good as him.

Felina: My fear is my curse. What's yours?

John Smith: I was born without a conscience.

Capt. Tom Pickett: Things in this town are out of control. Two gangs is just one too many. I'm not an idealist. I know a lot of things that people do are awful low, but that's between them and God. Do you believe in God? I believe in God, son. But what I'm concerned with is keeping a lid on things, and what we got here in Jericho is just way out of hand, and Sheriff Galt, here, can't do much about it, right? Matter of fact, it might be fair to say that he's part of the problem, right? Now you been going back and forth, playing both sides according to Mr. Galt, here, making yourself a lot of money out of all this. Well, it's over, son. I'm coming back here in ten days, and I'm gonna bring about twenty rangers with me. I will tolerate *one* gang, because that is the nature of things. A certain amount of corruption is inevitable. But if I find *two* gangs here when I get back, then in a couple of hours there will be *no* gangs here. So it's simple. One gang quits and goes home. You boys work it out. I don't give a damn which one.

John Smith: Just so long as one side leaves, or maybe one side loses.

Capt. Tom Pickett: That's fine, too, son. Kill as many as you want. Just don't kill no innocent people around here. I wouldn't like that.

[last lines]

John Smith: And that was it. It ended about the same place where it started, out in the desert on the road to Mexico. I was just as broke as when I arrived, but something would turn up. It always does.

John Smith: It's not your fault Giorgio's a halfwit Strozzi. You wanna die for a halfwit?

John Smith: Does your boss have a first name?

Lucy Kolinski: Only in the bedroom.

Hickey: I heard you got Finn. That was Doyle's best shooter.

John Smith: I thought you were the best.

Hickey: Nah, just the best lookin'.

Joe Monday: Last I heard you were gonna have a talk with some fellas. Next thing I hear one of them's dead.

John Smith: The conversation kind of went downhill...

John Smith: What about Prohibition?

Joe Monday: We don't pay too much attention to it here.

John Smith: [after the final shootout] I can't say it all went exactly the way I'd planned, but I was right about one thing: they were all better off dead.

John Smith: I'm surprised you aren't mad at me... I thought you might hold it against me for killing 3 of your guys.

Doyle: It's the only cure I know for being stupid.

John Smith: [narrating] For most of my life I made my own rules. You don't do any favors. You don't ask for any. Watch the percentages. But you can know the rules and still do the wrong thing. The only thing I knew for sure was this: Strozzi, Doyle, and every son of a bitch that worked for them... they were all going to be better off dead.

Sheriff Ed Galt: [about Doyle] If he sends Hickey after me, he's coming straight after you.

John Smith: Yeah, Hickey. I've heard he's a real scary guy.

[he starts to open the door, Galt shuts it]

Sheriff Ed Galt: Let me tell you just how scary. It goes that when Hickey was ten years old, he took a butcher knife and cut his own father's throat, ear to ear. So they put him in an orphanage. Fifteen years old, he burned it to the ground!

[first lines]

John Smith: It's a funny thing. No matter how low you sink there's still a right and wrong. You always end up choosing. You go one way so you can try to live with yourself. You go the other, you'd still be walkin' around, but you're dead and you don't even know it.

John Smith: You tell Mr. Doyle, if he'd a hired smarter guys none of this woulda happened.

John Smith: I always like sinners a lot better than saints. She was real easy to look at. But I'm glad I never saw her again.

Hickey: You're scared.

John Smith: [in bathtub] The water's gettin' cold.

John Smith: [crawling bloodied] After a while you stop hearing your bones break, your teeth rattle. You just concentrate on holding tight to that little part right at the center. The rest doesn't matter. They're gonna take the rest anyway.

John Smith: The funny thing about people, one time out of a hundred they turn out better than you expect.

Finn: I guess you'll just have to kill me.

John Smith: It'll hurt if I do.

John Smith: [narrating] Strozzi said he had brought the girl along to keep up his "morale". That's the first time I had ever heard it called *that*.

Jack McCool: Mr. Doyle wants you to come work for us full time.

John Smith: I'm not sure he can afford it.

Doyle: Try me.

John Smith: A thousand dollars.

Doyle: A week... or a day?

Jack McCool: You sitting out in the open, might not be such a good idea for a fella that has as many enemies as you got.

John Smith: I thought everybody liked me. I am such a nice guy.

John Smith: you go the other and you'd still be walking around but you're dead and you don't know it.

Finn: It's not a good idea to be looking at Mr. Doyle's girl that way.

John Smith: I remember a guy once told me this is a free country.

Finn: Jacko, this guy thinks it's a free country.

Jacko the Giant: [puts his fist through the windshield]

Finn: Now you're free to go.

Doyle Gang Member: [slashes his tire]

Finn: Sheriff's office is right over there in case you want to complain about anything.

Lucy Kolinski: You try and keep it down up here, okay, my room is right underneath.

John Smith: I'll try not to make too much noise when I'm jumpin' up and down on the bed

John Fryer: What are we going to do, sir?

Bligh: Well, we shall have to try and reach Kupang.

John Fryer: Without charts?

Bligh: Well, I shall have to try and navigate from memory, Mr. Fryer. It will take us close to the most savage islands in these waters, the Fiji Islands, where cannibalism is perfected almost to a science, and from there, my friends, God willing, we shall proceed on to the Great Barrier Reef itself, then to New Holland, and from there across the Timor Sea to Kupang. And now it will take us at least two months, and we have provisions and water enough to last us one week. So that is the situation, gentlemen, plain and simple.

John Smith: Well we'll just have to make the best of it, won't we, sir?

Bligh: Make the best of it, Smith? Yes! But will you? That's what I'd ask myself. Will you make the best of it? You hear me? Are you prepared to make the best of it, all of you? Because all I can promise you, lads, is relentless pain and hardship. Now if you're prepared to make do, and make sacrifices, and furthermore are willing to swear by it, I promise you our chances of survival are fair. You hear me? You all say "Aye"?

All: Aye.

Bligh: Good!

John Smith: The new world!

John Smith: Pocahontas.

Pocahontas: [hugs him] I'm so sorry.

John Smith: For what? This? I've gotten out of worse scrapes than this. Can't think of anything right now, but.

Pocahontas: [tearfully] It would've been better if we never met. None of this would've happened.

John Smith: Pocahontas, look at me. I'd rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.

Nakoma: Pocahontas?

Pocahontas: I can't leave you.

John Smith: You never will. No matter what happens to me, I'll always be with you, forever.

Pocahontas: [sadly leaves]

John Smith: We've improved the lives of savages all over the world.

Pocahontas: Savages?

John Smith: Uh, not that you're a savage.

Pocahontas: Just my people!

John Smith: No. Listen. That's not what I meant. Let me explain.

Pocahontas: Let go!

John Smith: No, I'm not letting you leave.

Pocahontas: [jumps out of her canoe and climbs up into a tree]

John Smith: Look, don't do this. Savage is just a word, uh, you know. A term for people who are uncivilized.

Pocahontas: Like me.

John Smith: Well, when I say uncivilized, what I mean is, is.

[he grabs a branch, but the branch is not strong enough to hold his weight, and John falls back to the ground. Pocahontas jumps down after him]

Pocahontas: What you mean is, not like you.

John Smith: Pocahontas, that tree is talking to me.

Pocahontas: Then you should talk back.

Grandmother Willow: Don't be frightened, young man. My bark is worse than my bite.

Pocahontas: Say something.

John Smith: What do you say to a tree?

Pocahontas: Anything you want.

Grandmother Willow: Come closer, John Smith.

[she inspects him]

Grandmother Willow: He has a good soul. And he's handsome, too.

John Smith: Oh, I like her.

Pocahontas: I knew you would.

Thomas: [looking at Kocoum's body after shooting him] Is he?

Pocahontas: You killed him.

Thomas: I thought that.

Pocahontas: [Angrily rushes at Thomas] Get away from him!

John Smith: [holds her back] Pocahontas, it wont help! He was only.

Pocahontas: [shouts] He killed him!

John Smith: [they hear other Indians approaching] Thomas! Get out of here!

[Thomas hesitates]

John Smith: [yells] Get out of here!

John Smith: [about Meeko eating his hardtacks] Is this bottomless pit a friend of yours?

Grandmother Willow: Now then, there's something I want to show you. Look.

[dips her vine in the water in which glowing ripples begin to form]

Pocahontas: The ripples.

John Smith: What about them?

Grandmother Willow: So small at first, then look how they grow. But someone has to start them.

John Smith: They're not gonna listen to us.

Grandmother Willow: Young man, sometimes the right path is not the easiest one. Don't you see? Only when the fighting stops, can you be together.

[Pocahontas smiles]

John Smith: Alright, let's go talk to your father.

[Pocahontas and John hug each other]

Governor Ratcliffe: [after Powhatan has released John Smith] Now's our chance! Fire!

Thomas: No!

Governor Ratcliffe: What?

Thomas: They let him go!

Ben: They don't want to fight!

Governor Ratcliffe: It's a trick, don't you see? Fire!

[no-one moves. Ratcliff grabs someone's gun]

Governor Ratcliffe: Fine! I'll settle this myself!

[he aims at Powhatan]

John Smith: [seeing Ratcliff] No!

[he pushes Powhatan away and is shot in the stomach]

Thomas: John!

[John falls. Thomas turns on Ratcliffe]

Thomas: You shot him!

Governor Ratcliffe: He-he stepped right into it! It was his own fault!

John Smith: [about Percy and Meeko] You see what I mean? Once two sides wanna fight, nothing can stop them.

Pocahontas: [Percy and Meeko circling around her] Come here, both of you!

John Smith: It's all right, He's a friend. Bad! Bad dog! Sit!

[Flit laughs, then Meeko snatches him and straightens his beak to be sharp like a sword. He begins to fence off Percy]

Pocahontas: What are you doing? Meeko!

John Smith: Percy, get back here! What are you doing? Stop that!

Grandmother Willow: All right! That's enough!

[Percy stiffens up and faints into the river. Grandmother Willow lifts him back to the stump with one of her branches]

Grandmother Willow: It's enough to make your sap boil.

John Smith: Look, we don't have to fight them.

Thomas: John, what's gotten into you?

John Smith: I met one of them.

Ben: You what?

Thomas: A savage!

John Smith: They're not savages, they can help us. They know the land, they know how to navigate the rivers.

[Meeko pulls out an ear of corn and gives it to John]

John Smith: And look, it's food.

Lon: What is it?

John Smith: It's better than hardtack and gruel, that's for sure.

Wiggins: I like gruel.

Governor Ratcliffe: [takes the corn and throws it on the ground] They don't want to feed us, you ninnies! They want to kill us! All of us! They've got our gold, and they'll do anything to keep it!

John Smith: But there is no gold!

Ben: No gold?

Governor Ratcliffe: [sarcastically] And I suppose your little Indian friend told you this.

John Smith: Yes.

Governor Ratcliffe: Lies! Lies, all of it! Murderous thieves. There's not room for their kind of civilized society!

John Smith: But this is their land!

Governor Ratcliffe: This is my land! I make the laws here! And I say anyone who so much as look at an Indian without killing him on sight, will be tried for treason and hanged!

John Smith: It's just a handshake. Here let me show you.

John Smith: [holds out hand]

Pocahontas: Nothing's happening.

John Smith: Uh, no, no. I need your hand first.

[they shake hands]

John Smith: It's how we say "hello".

John Smith: You have the most unusual names here. Chechomony, Kuyukanhoic, Pocahontas.

Pocahontas: You have a most unusual name too. John Smith.

Thomas: What do you suppose the New World will look like?

John Smith: Like all the others, I suppose. I've seen hundreds of new worlds, Thomas. What could possibly be different about this one?

John Smith: [singing] If I never knew you/If I never felt this love/I would have no inking of/How precious life can be/And if I never held you/I would never have a clue/How at last I'd find in you/The missing part of me/In this world so full of fear/Full of rage and lies/I can see the truth so clear/In your eyes/So dry your eyes/And I'm so grateful to you/I'd have lived my whole life through/Lost forever/If I never knew you

Pocahontas: [singing] I thought our love would be so beautiful/Somehow we'd make the whole world bright/I never knew that fear and hate could be so strong/All they'd leave us were these whispers in the night/But still my heart is saying we were right/For if I never knew you

John Smith: [singing] There's no moment I regret

Pocahontas: [singing] If I never knew this love

John Smith: [singing] Since the moment that we met

Pocahontas: [singing] I would have no inking of

John Smith: [singing] If our time has gone too fast

Pocahontas: [singing] How precious life can be

John Smith: [singing] I've lived at last

Nakoma: Pocahontas.

Pocahontas: [spoken] I can't leave you.

John Smith: [spoken] You never will. No matter what happens to me, I'll always be with you. Forever.

[singing]

John Smith: And I'm so grateful to you/I'd have lived my whole life through/Empty as the sky/

Pocahontas: [singing] Never knowing why/

John Smith: [singing] Lost forever/If I never knew you

Pocahontas: [singing] Lost forever/If I never knew you

John Smith: Come with me?

Powhatan: You must choose your own path.

Pocahontas: [pause] I'm needed here.

Thomas: [as a bugle is being played] John, you better get down here! The governor's coming ashore!

John Smith: [blows an attacking Flit away from his face] All right, all right! I'm leaving.

John Smith: [to Thomas] Keep both eyes open when you shoot. You see twice as well.

Powhatan: Pocahontas, you and Nakoma should be inside the village.

Pocahontas: oh, don't worry about us, Father. We'll be all right.

Nakoma: Yes! We're gathering food for when the warriors arrive.

Powhatan: Don't go far. Now is not the time to be running off.

Pocahontas: Yes, Father!

Powhatan: When I see you wear that necklace, you look just like your mother.

Pocahontas: I miss her.

Powhatan: But she is still with us. Whenever the wind moves through the trees, I feel her presence. Our people looked to her for wisdom and strength. Someday, they will look to you as well.

Pocahontas: I would be honored by that.

Powhatan: You shouldn't be out here alone. I'll send for Kocoum.

Nakoma: All right. What is it?

Pocahontas: What?

Nakoma: You're hiding something.

Pocahontas: I'm not hiding anything.

Nakoma: Pocahontas, you can tell me. I promise I won't tell anyone.

[sees John Smith coming]

Nakoma: Pocahontas look! It's one of them! I'm going to get...

Pocahontas: [thrusts her hand over Nakoma's mouth] What are you doing here?

John Smith: I had to see you again.

Kocoum: Pocahontas. Pocahontas?

Pocahontas: [to Nakoma] Please, don't say anything.

[to John Smith]

Pocahontas: Quick, this way!

Nakoma: But...

Pocahontas: [singing] And I'm so grateful to you

John Smith: [singing] I'd have lived my whole life through

John Smith: Pocahontas!

Pocahontas: John!

John Smith: Listen to me, my men are planning to attack your people. You've got to warn them.

Pocahontas: Maybe it's not to late to stop this, you have to come with me and talk to my father.

John Smith: [stopping Pocahontas] Pocahontas, talking isn't going to do any good. I already tried talking to my men, but everything about this land has been spooked.

[They hear howling in a distant]

John Smith: [voice over] If only I could go down that river. To love her in the wild, forget the name of Smith. I should tell her. Tell her what? It was just a dream. I am now awake.

John Smith: I thought it was dream... what we knew in the forest. It's the only truth.

John Smith: [to Pocahontas] Don't trust me. You don't know who I am!

John Smith: He that will not work shall not eat! The labors of honest and industrious men shall not be consumed to maintain the idleness of a few!

John Smith: Who are you?

Pocahontas: Who are you?

John Rolfe: Who are you?

John Smith: He who does not work, shall not eat!

Captain Christopher Newport: Let him go.

Colonist: You said to hang him, sir.

Captain Christopher Newport: Now remember Smith, you've come to these shores in chains. You're under a cloud, which you'll darken considerably if I hear any more of your mutinous remarks. Is that understood?

John Smith: [nods in recognition]

John Smith: [pondering to himself] I let her love me. I made her love me.

John Smith: When your life is defined by a single action, it changes the concept of time.

John Smith: What a piece of work is man. And there is no good or bad, but thinking makes it so. Human beings are perhaps never more dangerous than when they are convinced beyond a doubt that they are right. Patience. Penance.

[last lines]

John Smith: Usually I'm quoting someone else's words. The least I can do is give you some John Smith originals. They won't be poetic. But they'll be the truth. Yes, prison desensitizes you. But it also forces you to see what's most important. Family. And loyalty. Because a con like you knows neither exists in this place. So don't run from who you've become, felon. Embrace it. Grow from it. And you'll never lose sight of what truly matters. That's my final piece of advice, Wade Porter. You protect your family at all costs. Even if you're forced to kill again. Because if i had to, I'd wipe out the whole planet to get mine back. So long, friend.

John Smith: [to Porter] Prison is not about street gangs. It's about race. The Hispanics are cut in half. You got the northerners and the southerners. Trust me, they're always at war. With the blacks, you got a mixture of gangs who forget their beefs and unite with the Asians and the Pacific Islanders. Don't bother trying to figure out who's who. They all hate you.

John Smith: [first words to his new cell mate] You jerk off? Face the wall. You break wind? Put your ass to the door. You shit or piss? In the can. You do all that, we'll get along famously.

Gordon Camrose: You gotta stop living in the past, John.

John Smith: Hey, I am the past.

John Smith: Midget Elvis!

Little Person Elvis: Little person, bitch!

John Smith: Are there any Hispanics in this town? Because right now that's the only ethnicity that hasn't kicked my ass yet.

John Smith: Native Americans, cowboys, Elvis impersonators and blonde women - they are all trying to kill me.

John Smith: If you can't even love yourself why should I love you.

FH: Get out of my house.

John Smith: If this is your house, pal, it's no wonder your woman's hitting the road.