Kahn Quotes in Underworld (2003)

Kahn: [Selene is shooting rather aggressively at a statue head when Kahn walks in] I sure hope you never get pissed off at me.

[Kahn comes down from the choir loft and joins Colonel Stuart and Garber]

Kahn: Sir! We just monitored a call from the chief engineer. Our people took out their SWAT team, *completely*.

Garber: You were right. They went for the antenna array. We're right on schedule.

Colonel Stuart: Losing our own team wasn't part of the plan.

[He goes over to the phone and dials; he is heard in the tower and by McClane over Barnes's phone]

Colonel Stuart: Attention, Dulles Tower. Attention, Dulles Control Tower. Mr. Trudeau, I know you're listening. Unfortunately, you're not obeying.

Trudeau: [to himself] Draw me face to face. We'll see.

Colonel Stuart: You were warned not to try to restore your systems. You've wasted lives and precious time on a futile and obvious target. Now you're gonna pay the penalty.

John McClane: [on the Skywalk, through Barnes's phone] I've got five dead officers down here, Colonel Stuart! Is that penalty enough?

[Lorenzo goes over to the phone]

Carmine Lorenzo: McClane, you keep out of this! You've been enough of a pain...

[He stops midsentence when he notices Trudeau glaring unhappily at him]

Colonel Stuart: Oh, McClane. John McClane. The policeman hero who saved the Nakatomi hostages. I read about you in People Magazine. You seemed a bit out of your league on Nightline, I thought.

John McClane: Hey, Colonel. Blow me! How much drug money is Esperanza paying you to turn traitor?

Colonel Stuart: I think Cardinal Richilieu said it best: "Treason is merely a matter of dates." This country's got to learn that it can't keep cutting the legs off of men like General Esperanza. Men who have the guts to stand up against Communist aggression.

John McClane: And Lesson #1 starts with killing policemen? What's Lesson #2, the neutron bomb?

Colonel Stuart: No. I think we can find something in between. Watch this!

[Hangs up and turns to Thompson]

Colonel Stuart: Give me a flight number - one that's low on fuel.

[Thompson hands him a slip]

Thompson: Windsor 114, transatlantic from London. Fuel tanks dry as a martini.

Colonel Stuart: Activate the ILS landing system. Recalibrate sea level - *minus* 200 feet.

[Thompson rotates a dial and taps his pen on a computer screen to recalibrate the system]

Controller in tower: Oh Jesus! They've reset ground level minus 200 feet!

[Stuart's men arrive in their car to pick up Esperanza; Kahn has barricaded McClane in the cockpit]

Gen. Ramon Esperanza: Where the hell is Colonel Stuart?

Kahn: Come on, General!

[He helps Esperanza out of the airplane; Stuart runs over to him]

Colonel Stuart: [noticing Esperanza's shoulder wound] General!

Gen. Ramon Esperanza: [shoving Stuart's arm away] I'm all right! He said he was a policeman! I thought you had this place secured!

Kahn: He went in the cockpit.

Colonel Stuart: He's going to hell!

[raises his voice]

Colonel Stuart: McClane! I assume it's you, McClane! You're quite a little soldier! You can consider this a military funeral!

[McClane tries to open the cockpit door, which jams against the rescue axe used to secure it. At this point, Stuart, Esperanza, Garber and Kahn open fire on the plane, spraying up the nose of the aircraft with bullets]

Gandhi: I want to welcome you all. Every one of you. We have no secrets. Let us begin by being clear... about General Smuts' new law. All Indians must now be fingerprinted... like criminals. Men and women. No marriage other than a Christian marriage is considered valid. Under this act our wives and mothers are whores. And every man here is a bastard.

Kahn: He has become quite good at this.

Gandhi: And a policeman passing an Indian dwelling, I will not call them homes, may enter and demand the card of any Indian woman whose dwelling it is.

Gandhi: [in South Africa] You mean you can appoint Mr. Baker as your attorney but you can't walk down the street with him?

Kahn: Well, I can, but I risk being kicked into the gutter by someone less holy than Mr. Baker.