Ramsey Quotes in Furious 7 (2015)

Dominic Toretto: How 'bout you tell us where that device is?

Ramsey: I mailed it to a friend. In Abu Dhabi.

Brian O'Conner: That was pretty easy. That other team wanted to torture you for that information.

Ramsey: I didn't trust them. I trust you.

Letty: [Letty scoffs] Now why would you trust us? You barely know us.

Ramsey: I know enough.

[looks at Brian]

Ramsey: Ex-cop. Military, something like that. The way you took out those guys shows training.

[looks at Tej]

Ramsey: Tech guy, offended by the hacker remark, naturally.

[looks at Dom and Letty]

Ramsey: Alpha. Ms. Alpha.

[looks at Roman]

Ramsey: Joker.

Roman: Wrong.

[stands up and smiles]

Roman: Double alpha. Man-candy. You know what I'm saying?

Tej: [everyone laughs] Man, sit your candy ass down.

Roman: [Roman stops smiling and sits down] The disrespect is real around here.

Ramsey: Life is binary: zero and ones. Only two things keep a group like this together; fear or loyalty - and I don't see a drop of fear amongst you guys.

Ramsey: Colonel Von Luger, it is the sworn duty of all officers to try to escape. If they cannot escape, then it is their sworn duty to cause the enemy to use an inordinate number of troops to guard them, and their sworn duty to harass the enemy to the best of their ability.

Bartlett: Hilts, how do you breathe?

Hilts: Oh, we got a steel rod with hinges on it. We'll shove it up and make air holes as we go along.

[to Ramsey]

Hilts: G'night, sir.

[Walks out]

MacDonald: Why didn't anyone think of that before? It's so stupid, it's positively brilliant!

[face falls]

MacDonald: Oh, but it'll bring every goon in the camp down on top of us!

Bartlett: I don't know. Perhaps we're being too clever. If we stop all the breakouts, it will only convince the goons we must be tunneling.

Ramsey: I hope it works. If it doesn't, those two will be in the cooler for an awfully long time.

[cut to Hilts and Ives being escorted back to the cooler covered in dirt]

Ramsey: Roger's idea was to get back at the enemy the hardest way he could, mess up the works. From what we've heard here, I think he did exactly that.

Hendley: Do you think it was worth the price?

Ramsey: Depends on your point of view, Hendley.

Von Luger: In the past four years the Reich has been forced to spend an enormous amount of time, energy, manpower and equipment hunting down escaping prisoner-of-war officers.

Ramsey: Well, at least it's rather nice to know you're wanted.

Ramsey: Up the rebels.

Goff: Down the British.

Ramsey: [after hearing complaints about the plethora of escapes] Colonel, do you expect officers to forget their duty?

Von Luger: [reluctantly] No. It is precisely because we expect the opposite that you are here.

Ramsey: Did the Gestapo give you a rough time?

Bartlett: Not nearly as rough as I now intend to give them.

Ramsey: Roger, personal revenge must be kept out of what we have to do here. Too many lives are at stake.

Bartlett: [scoffing] What my personal feelings are is of no importance. You appointed me Big X. And it's my duty to harass, confound, and confuse the enemy to the best of my ability.

Ramsey: That's true.

Bartlett: Well, that's what I intend to do. I'm going to cause such a terrible stink in this... Third Reich of theirs, that thousands of troops that could well be employed at the front will be tied up here looking after us.

Ramsey: How?

Bartlett: By putting more men out of this... "perfect" camp of theirs than have ever escaped before. Oh, not blitzing out two or three or a dozen, but two hundred, three hundred. Scatter them all over Germany.

Ramsey: Do you think that's possible?

Bartlett: Well, the men are here to do it. The goons have put every escape artist in Germany in this camp. You said so yourself.

Ramsey: Have you thought of what it might cost?

Bartlett: I've thought of the humiliation if we just... tamely submit. Knuckle under and crawl. Surely, you don't advocate that, do you, sir?

Ramsey: I have to point out one thing to you, Roger. No matter how unsatisfactory this camp may be, the High Command have still left us in the hands of the Luftwaffe. Not the Gestapo and the SS.

Bartlett: Look, sir, you talk about the High Command and the Luftwaffe, and then you talk about the Gestapo and the SS. To me, they're the same! We're fighting the bloody lot! There's only one way to put it, sir: they are the common enemies of everyone who believes in freedom. If the High Command didn't approve of Hitler, then why didn't they throw him out?

Butch: I got a job for you.

Arlo: I'm not really good at jobs...

Butch: I need you to keep on the dodge and sidle up the loblolly, past them horn-heads, just hootin' and hollerin' and score off them rustlers. We'll cut dirt and get the bulge on 'em.

Arlo: What?

Ramsey: He just wants you to get on that rock and scream.

Arlo: Uh... But who's out there?

Butch: They'll come right at ya. You hold your ground. Don't move.

Arlo: Don't move? What if they have claws and big teeth?

Butch: Don't overthink it.

Ramsey: Rubbin' is racin'.

Ramsey: [during Lumpy's funeral service] There are a lot of moments in life, and I didn't know Lumpy very long. Most of you probably had more time with him than I did, but... just because dying on a cactus was Lumpy's last moment doesn't mean it was his most important one.

Ramsey: My mom says taking drugs for fun is okay, but taking them for problems is not. 'Cause once the drugs wear off, you still have the problem.

Ramsey: Don't you have candles to light, or like... wine and crackers to hand out?

Priest: That's what you think I do? Mood lighting and catering?

Ramsey: I still think you should've gone to the hospital.

Lumpy: Mm-mmm, no, no. No, Duluth is... like umm... two hours away from here. I took a hot shower. I'll be fine.

Ramsey: Well, you look purple and bloated.

Lumpy: I always look bloated.

[pause]

Lumpy: It's okay, it's okay. I work really hard to look this bloated. It's a point of pride for me.

Ramsey: [during Lumpy's funeral service] He didn't tell anyone about his heart because he didn't want his friends or his family to worry. And if he only had a little time left to live, the last thing he wanted to be was a lawyer. He just wanted to fish and have fun.

Ramsey: Hot date?

Priest: What are you doing here?

Ramsey: You know I like to watch. I hate it when you pull the blinds, Dad.

Priest: [sighs] I'm not your dad.

Ramsey: Dad, father, father, dad... Whatever. I need 50 bucks.

Priest: I don't have 50 bucks. This is really your best option? Blackmailing a priest?

Ramsey: Think of it as community welfare.

Priest: Is there a doctor or a lawyer you can hustle?

Ramsey: If you want me to go back to taking it out of the offering tray, I will.

Jaime: You never gave it a chance.

Ramsey: No one makes new friends in high school.

Jaime: Oh, you're so smart though.

Ramsey: Yeah, and everyone's just dying to be friends with that freak girl who does math two years ahead of everybody else.

Jaime: Oh, if you try, it'll get better.

Ramsey: You sure about that, Mom? Is it gonna get better like Milwaukee, where I got beat up every week? Or is it gonna get better like Rockford, where you got beat up every week?

Jaime: Stop it. I did the best that I could.

Ramsey: Or is it like Brooklyn Park, where I had to watch my dad O.D.? So tell me, Mom...

Jaime: [interrupting] Stop it!

Ramsey: ...When does it get better, because I wouldn't want to miss it.

[stomps out of house in winter weather]

Jaime: Ramsey... where are you going?

Ramsey: Anywhere but here.

Lumpy: [outside motel in wintery night weather] Let me at least put some clothes on, and I will drive you home.

Ramsey: I can walk.

Lumpy: Get your butt back in the hotel room, or I'm gonna drop this towel!

[sardonically]

Lumpy: You'll be scarred for life.

Scott: We can drive you to Minneapolis but then, how you're gonna get back home?

Ramsey: I don't know. I'd take the bus or something.

Kristin: I think we should figure that out before...

Scott: [reciprocating] Yeah

Ramsey: [interrupting] I'm pregnant.

[silence]

Ramsey: It's Lumpy's.

Kristin: [faces away] I knew it.

Ramsey: At some point, every defense lawyer has to choose between his own need to know the truth and the best interests of his client.

Ramsey: Where's Becky?

Rod: She's taking a shit. Nathalie is watching her back.

Ramsey: I'm just tired of all the fucking killing in Iraq. Why can't we just give peace a chance?

Ramsey: Hey look, a fishing rod! I can go catch some fish!

Ramsey: [while in bed with Becky] Man, this is gonna be fun.

Rod: [pumps his fists in the air] Woo hoo!

Ramsey: What's with all the noise?

Rod: Caught the big fish.

Ramsey: Yeah? How big was the sale?

Rod: One million dollars.

Ramsey: Awesome, man!

[He and Rod high-five each other]

Ramsey: [thrusting his elbows in a suggestive manner] A day without sex... is a day wasted, man!