Smith Quotes in Taken 3 (2014)

Garcia: Excuse me. Have you seen this woman?

Waitress Rancho Cafe: You fellas should get more coordinated.

Smith: Coordinated? What do you mean? Like, color-coordinated?

Waitress Rancho Cafe: No, like, one of your guys was just in here asking the same thing.

[Jonah comes into the store]

Smith: [not looking up] You get uglier every time I see you.

[Jonah smiles]

Smith: Lord, don't do that. You'll break every mirror we got in stock.

Jonah Hex: You got anything new, Smith?

Smith: Thought you'd never ask.

[shows him new weapons]

Jonah Hex: Wow...

Smith: I take it that means you approve?

Smith: Punctuality is the politeness of kings.

Smith: All you're after is the money. Redvale is about power. He's like the mafioso in Sicily. They control billions of dollars, and they live in shacks. They are about power. It's about power.

Smith: [after discovering how he was framed as a terrorist] You bastards, you bastards.

Smith: Ever heard of the Yakuza? If you ever meet one, go the other way.

Gina Hayes: I'm afraid that's a little too late for me, Mr. Smith.

[Smith and Wesson discuss the incident at Brainard's house]

Chester Hoenicker: All right. One more time, what happened?

Wesson: He took a golf ball. He rubbed this cream on it and then the golf ball took and...

[Wesson makes a popping sound]

Wesson: ...popped Smith in the head.

Smith: Several times.

Chester Hoenicker: Mm-hmm.

Wesson: I got hit with a bowling ball.

Smith: Repeatedly.

Chester Hoenicker: Were you drinking?

Wesson: No.

Smith: Two beers at dinner. Wesson had a white wine.

Wesson: With dinner.

Chester Hoenicker: Right.

Wesson: It's this stuff he's got, sir. Its... I don't know what it is. I don't know where it come from, but...

[Smith and Wesson both sigh]

Wesson: ...It will give you one heck of a headache.

Chester Hoenicker: Oh... goodness.

Smith: It's always the same dream. I'm wandering, naked, in this strange maze of hallways, and I feel this creeping sense of impending doom, like something terrible's about to happen. I pass my roommate, my mom, my best friend Stella - basically every significant person in my life - and they're all just staring at me like I'm some kind of museum display behind glass. Then I see two people I've never met before - a mysterious, unearthly, beautiful woman, and this red-haired girl, and they both seem to be leading me deeper into the corridor. This is when I notice the black door. And I'm not sure why, but somehow I know that I've got to find out what's behind it. So I grab hold of the knob, open the door and discover... a dumpster.

Stella: So, anyways, the party tonight...

[Smith groans]

Stella: You're going. Lorelei, this hot girl from my Emotion Painting class, invited me.

Smith: Lorelei? As in legendary siren luring helpless sailors to their doom?

Stella: Yeah, I know. She's gorge and I need a wingman, so you're drafted.

Smith: So that you can hook up and ditch me after five seconds.

Stella: Basically.

Smith: I'm not sure how straight Thor really is.

Stella: You just said he was putting a load in some pinhead's dryer last night.

Smith: Yeah, but doing it with women doesn't necessarily make him straight. Case in point.

Stella: The fact that you randomly sometimes stick it in a girl does not mean anything beyond you need to monitor your drinking.

Smith: And what do you make of him, uh, trying to blow himself this afternoon?

Stella: He likes having his sword swallowed. Not exactly a revelation.

Smith: You got something better to do?

Stella: Uh, sucking a fart out of a dead seagull's ass?

Smith: Sure you can't stay a little bit longer?

London: Now, is that you or Smith Junior talking?

Smith: So, are you worried?

Stella: Does Mel Gibson hate Jews?

[At the Guest Back Room of Gallagher's Steak House, Michael Bannon welcomes the racers]

Bannon: Ladies, Gentlemen, you have been selected because you have the necessary skills. You are here because you have the determination to suceed. Now, it won't be as easy as last year. There are some who will use any means to try and stop us. Some of you won't make it. For those of you who do, there'll be no glory, no headlines. But... just a few magic hours flat out against the red line, with no catalytic converter and no 55 mile-an-hour speed limit.

[Guests chuckles]

Bannon: Ladies and gentlemen... The Gumball Rally has begun!

[Guests cheers and applauds; Smith taps glass to quiet them down]

Smith: Um, for those of you who never done this before, I think I better go over the rules. Um, first thing to remember is there are no rules.

[Guests laughs]

Smith: The first vehicle to reach the parking lot of the Queen Mary in Long Beach is the winner, the unofficial winner, as this is an unofficial race. And, uh, so it follows thst none of us are in this race. We don't want any civilian involvement. No accidents, please. Remember, it's 2,900 miles. That, 34 hours and 11 minutes, is the record, set last year by our dear friend, Mr. Bannon.

[Guest cheer as Graves shakes Michael's hand]

Smith: Now I know we all oughta get some rest tonight, but, uh, may I? I'd like to propose a toast... to internal combustion and wind in the face.

Smith: So Mike... what is this, a vintage car event?

Bannon: Well Smitty, you know some things get meaner as they get older.

Franco: [about their Ferrari] How's the bambina?

Smith: She's a-fulla gas, she's-a wait for you!

Franco: Hey, you make a good Italian!

Smith: [Last lines] Um... how are you going to get back to New York?

Bannon: Hadn't given it much thought.

[pauses]

Bannon: This is ridiculous.

[pauses]

Bannon: Where do you get cars around here?

Smith: Well, it's America, babe.

Bannon: [to Professor Graves] Gumball.

[Franco, Smith, and the crew are at a service station checking out the Ferrari when a woman in a Mercedes-Benz 280SL convertible arrives]

Franco's Date: [to the attendant] Um, fill her up, please.

Smith: [to the crew] Shut it off. Shut it off!

Franco: [approaching the woman] Hello.

Franco's Date: Hello.

Franco: Where are you going?

Franco's Date: Los Angeles.

Franco: Driving all night?

Franco's Date: Yes.

Franco: Alone?

Franco's Date: Yes.

Franco: You like-a me?

Franco's Date: Yes.

Franco: Excuse-a one moment. Don't go away.

Smith: [watching "The Rabbit" drive off in his T-bucket] That's the ugliest looking car I ever saw.

Bannon: Looks like a jukebox.

Smith: You're buying a piece of American history.

Jim Blandings: You don't say. How's that?

Smith: Why, first year she was built, General Gates stopped right here to water his horses.

Jim Blandings: Old General Gates, huh? Civil War.

Smith: Huh? Revolutionary War.

Jim Blandings: Oh, *that* General Gates.

Teacher Kim: [in English] How are you?

Smith: What?

Teacher Kim: How are you?

Smith: How do you think I am, huh? I mean, how do you think I am? Look at me, huh? I mean, look at me! I'm tied up with sticks here. You know, I feel like shit! Like shit!

Village Chief: [in Korean] Not going well?

Teacher Kim: It's strange. You can see, like it says here, sir.

Village Chief: I can't read that.

Teacher Kim: Yes, sir. Well, if I say

[in English]

Teacher Kim: 'How are you?', he should say

[in English]

Teacher Kim: 'Fine, and you?'. That's the right American answer, so then I can say,

[in English]

Teacher Kim: 'I'm fine'. Only then is this a completed thing. But he's a bit...

Villager: Why isn't he doing as he should? Is he picking a fight?

Smith: I should come here more often. I didn't know you had entertainment.

Doe: "Human resource exploitation". I scored real high on that one.

Smith: Yeah, a sick mind for a sick job.

Doe: That's what the government said right before they shit-canned me.

Smith: I kill because it's a job, that's it. You kill because, ya know, you're loony tunes. Look, you're gonna kill me, right? Let's just get on with it. Really, I can't take much more of this talking.

Doe: You're not afraid to die?

Smith: No. I'm not. I *am* afraid you're gonna keep on talking, though.

Doe: Why not cut your loses and take half the money, and then you'll live to spend it?

Smith: Because I'd be only half happy.

Doe: But you'd have your health...

Smith: The truth of the matter is, your troubles are just beginning. You *can* kill me. But my people are like a fucking hydra. You cut off one head and two more pop back up. You will never stop running. You will never hide, they will find you. And they will slowly, but surely, kill you. - I mean that's what I think.

[smirks]

Smith: How may shots were fire? Seven? Eight? Wow, I don't know, in all the confusion I kinda lost count.

[last lines]

Noreen: I have a crappy, pathetic life. I am terrified of change. I stay when I should go. I am not very smart. And I will probably never be truly happy. But I know one thing that you don't.

Smith: Oh really? What's that?

Noreen: I can count.

Smith: Huh?

Noreen: One for the tall man. Two for Hank. One for the kids. One for the ceiling. Seven bullets. That leaves one for you.

Ismay: [Andrews enters room with crew behind him; he lays out architectural drawings on table, with Ismay behind him] Most unfortunate, captain!

Thomas Andrews: [perspiring and trembling] Water... fourteen feet above the keel in ten minutes. In the forepeak, in all three holds and in the boiler room six.

Ismay: When can we get underway, damnit!

Thomas Andrews: That's five compartments! She can stay afloat with the first four compartments breached, but not five!

[tersely to Smith]

Thomas Andrews: Not five. As she goes down by the head, the water will spill over the tops of the bulkheads at E deck from one to the next. Back and back. There's no stopping it.

Smith: The pumps... if we opened the doors...

Thomas Andrews: [interrupting] The pumps buy you time, but minutes only. From this moment, no matter what we do, Titanic will founder.

Ismay: [incredulously] But this ship can't sink!

Thomas Andrews: She's made of iron, sir! I assure you, she can... and she will. It is a mathematical certainty.

Smith: How much time?

Thomas Andrews: An hour... two at most.

Smith: And how many aboard, Mr. Murdoch?

1st Officer William Murdoch: 2,200 souls on board, sir.

Smith: [turning to Ismay] Well, I believe you may get your headlines, Mr. Ismay.

Ismay: So you've not yet lit the last four boilers?

Smith: No, I don't see the need. We are making excellent time.

Ismay: The press knows the size of Titanic. Now I want them to marvel at her speed. We must give them something new to print! This maiden voyage of Titanic must make headlines!

Smith: Mr. Ismay, I would prefer not to push the engines until they've been properly run in.

Ismay: Of course, I'm just a passenger. I leave it to your good offices to decide what's best. But what a glorious end to your final crossing if we were to get to New York on Tuesday night and surprise them all! Make the morning papers. Retire with a bang, eh E.J.?

Ismay: [Smith nods reluctantly] Good man.

Robert Hitchins: [deleted scene] C'mon, pull! Pull!

Smith: [Over brass megaphone] Come back! Come back to the ship! Boat 6, come back to the ship!

Molly Brown: [to other rowers] Stop! We have to go back!

Robert Hitchins: No. The suction will pull us down if we don't keep going.

Molly Brown: We've lots more room! I say we go back.

Robert Hitchins: No! It's our lives now, not theirs. And I'm in charge of this boat, madam! Now *row*!

Smith: This is the captain! This is the captain! Come back!

[pause]

Smith: The fools.

Smith: [rushing to the helm after the iceberg strike] What was that, Mr. Murdoch?

1st Officer William Murdoch: An iceberg, sir. I put a hard a'starboard and ran the engines full astern, but it was too close. I tried to port 'round it, but she hit and the...

Smith: Close the watertight doors.

1st Officer William Murdoch: The doors are closed, sir.

Smith: [walking on deck] All stop!

[to Murdoch]

Smith: Find the carpenter. Get him to sound the ship.

1st Officer William Murdoch: Yes, sir!

Smith: Clear.

Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: Yes. I don't think I've ever seen such a flat calm.

Smith: Like a mill pond, not a breath of wind.

Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: It will make the bergs harder to see... with no breaking water at the base.

Smith: Hmm. Well, I'm off. Mantain speed and heading, Mr. Lightoller.

Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: Yes, sir.

Smith: Take her to sea, Mr. Murdoch. Let's stretch her legs.

[Jamie Smith bounces a basketball on the table where Eversman is working]

Eversmann: What the fuck, Smith?

Smith: Well?

Eversmann: "Well" what?

Smith: We going out?

Eversmann: Why should I tell you?

Smith: Because I'm me!

Smith: I'm sorry.

Eversmann: You have nothing to be sorry about. You saved Twombly, you did it perfect.

Smith: You okay Twombs?

Twombly: Yeah, I'm okay, Jamie.

Eversmann: See, you did what you were trained to do. You should be proud of that, be proud of that.

Smith: Ev?

Eversmann: Yeah.

Smith: Do me a favor, okay? Tell my parents that I fought well today. And tell them that I... that I... that I fought hard.

Eversmann: You're gonna tell them yourself okay, Jamie?

Smith: Are... are the humvees here?

Eversmann: They're coming, Jamie. They're coming. You just gotta hold on for a little longer. Can you do that?

Smith: I can, I can. It's nothing. It's nothing.

Miller: Smitty have you seen... anything unusual at all?

Smith: No, I haven't seen anything and I don't need to see anything sir but I can tell you... this ship is fucked.

Dr. Weir: Well, thank you for that scientific analysis, Mr Smith.

[smirks]

Smith: Yeah, well you don't exactly have to be a scientist to figure it out, do ya?

[grabs Dr. Weir by his uniform]

Miller: [pulls Smith away] All right, all right!

Smith: You break all the laws of physics and you seriously think there wouldn't be a price? You went and killed the last fucking crew, and now you wanna kill us as well!

Dr. Weir: What was made public about the Event Horizon - that she was a deep space research vessel, that her reactor went critical, and that the ship blew up - none of that is true. The Event Horizon is the culmination of a secret government project to create a spacecraft capable of faster-than-light flight.

Smith: Uhm, excuse me. See, you can't actually do that.

[Smith orders an expensive suit, but tells the tailor he can only work on the garment after midnight]

Smith: I happen to believe in astrology...

Smith: The cat always screams so much when I'm pulling her eye out...

Smith: We're confronted with an unusual problem, Mr. Autry. While our population has almost doubled in population in the past five years our water supply has been steadily diminishing. The wells we've depended on would be inadequate under any circumstances, but now they're drying up. Mesa City must have additional water immediately, at any cost.

Gene Autry: Well, assuming that the ranchers accept your proposition, what about the Indians? They have rights, too.

Smith: Well, they'll be given other land, comparable in value up here.

[Smith indicates a spot on a map]

Gene Autry: Mr. Smith, I know that land in here pretty well. It wouldn't even make good brick.

Gene Autry: Look, Mr. Smith, you can't even built this aquaduct unless all the ranchers sell their water rights. They may not be willing to sell unless they think the Indians are going to get a square deal.

Smith: I see. And, ah, you're one of the ranchers, aren't you?

Gene Autry: That's right.

Smith: You sure you're not part Indian, too?