Stanley Goodspeed Quotes in The Rock (1996)

John Mason: [while on the stairs leading to the prison morgue] Are you sure you're ready for this?

Stanley Goodspeed: I'll do my best.

John Mason: Your "best"! Losers always whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen.

Stanley Goodspeed: Carla was the prom queen.

John Mason: Really?

Stanley Goodspeed: [cocks his gun] Yeah.

[after Mason has killed a Marine, the corpse's foot twitches]

Stanley Goodspeed: [while in the prison morgue] You've been around a lot of corpses. Is that normal?

John Mason: What, the feet thing?

Stanley Goodspeed: Yeah, the feet thing.

John Mason: Yeah, it happens.

Stanley Goodspeed: Well I'm having a hard time concentrating. Can you do something about it?

John Mason: Like what, kill him again?

Stanley Goodspeed: [to Mason] Look, I'm just a biochemist. Most of the time, I work in a little glass jar and lead a very uneventful life. I drive a Volvo, a beige one. But what I'm dealing with here is one of the most deadly substances the earth has ever known, so what say you cut me some FRIGGIN' SLACK?

Stanley Goodspeed: [while in the tunnels underneath Alcatraz] You enjoying this?

John Mason: Well, it's certainly more enjoyable than my average day... reading philosophy, avoiding gang rape in the washrooms... though, it's less of a problem these days. Maybe I'm losing my sex appeal.

John Mason: [in the interrogation room] I want a suite, a shower, a shave, the feel of a suit.

Stanley Goodspeed: May I also suggest a haircut?

John Mason: Am I out of style?

Stanley Goodspeed: Unless you're a 20 year old guitarist from Seattle. It's a grunge thing.

Stanley Goodspeed: [in the lower lighthouse] Listen, I think we got started off on the wrong foot.Stan Goodspeed, FBl. Uh - Let's talk music. Do you like the Elton John song, "Rocket Man"?

Captain Darrow: I don't like soft-ass shit.

Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, you - Oh, oh. Oh.Well, I only bring it up because, uh, it's you. You're the Rocket Man.

[Goodspeed fires a rocket at him]

John Mason: [Mason and Goodspeed are defusing a poison gas rocket in the prison morgue] What exactly does this stuff do?

Stanley Goodspeed: If the rocket renders it aerosol, it could take out the entire city of people.

John Mason: Really? And what happens if you drop one?

Stanley Goodspeed: Happily, it'd just wipe out you and me.

John Mason: How?

Stanley Goodspeed: It's a cholinesterase inhibitor. Stops the brain from sending nerve messages down the spinal cord within thirty seconds. Any epidermal exposure or inhalation and you'll know. A twinge at the small of your back as the poison seizes your nervous system...

Stanley Goodspeed: [Mason has lifted the chem round to look at it] DO NOT MOVE THAT! Your muscles freeze, you can't breathe, you spasm so hard you break your own back and spit your guts out. But that's after your skin melts off.

John Mason: My God...

Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, I think we'd like God on our side at the moment, don't you?

Stanley Goodspeed: [while in a cell on Alcatraz] Why didn't you just tell them were the microfilm was and create a solution?

John Mason: The moment they had the microfilm, they'd suicide me. Some solution.

Stanley Goodspeed: [while in a cell on Alcatraz] "I'd take pleasure in guttin' you, boy. I'd take pleasure in guttin' you... boy." What is wrong with these people, huh? Mason? Don't you think there's a lot of, uh, a lot of anger flowing around this island? Kind of a pubescent volatility? Don't you think? A lotta angst, a lot of "I'm sixteen, I'm angry at my father" syndrome? I mean grow up! We're stuck on an island with a bunch of violence-for-pleasure-seeking psycophatic marines, SHAME-ON-THEM!

[clears throat]

Stanley Goodspeed: Anyway, I only got one chem round, and there's two left... Mason?

John Mason: Yes, I'm here. I was just thinking how wonderful it was when the inmates weren't allowed to talk in here.

Stanley Goodspeed: I love pressure. I eat it for breakfast.

Stanley Goodspeed: [while in a cell on Alcatraz] You broke out, let me see if I can get this straight, down the incinerator chute, on the mine car, through the tunnels to the power plant, under the steam engine - that was really cool by the way - and into the cistern through the intake pipe. But how, in the name of Zeus' BUTTHOLE!... did you get out of your cell? I only ask because in our current situation, well, it could prove to be useful information. *Maybe*!

[Mason does not answer, but opens up his prison door with an improvised tool]

Stanley Goodspeed: [Goodspeed hears noise from Mason's door opening] Mason?

[to Goodspeed's surprise, his own door suddenly opens]

John Mason: Trade secrets, my son.

Carla: [after telling Stanley she's pregnant] You didn't mean what you just said, did you?

Stanley Goodspeed: When?

Carla: Just right now, when you were talking about bringing a child into the world, and having it be an act of cruelty.

Stanley Goodspeed: I meant it at the time.

Carla: Stanley, "at the time"? You said it seven and a half seconds ago!

Stanley Goodspeed: Well... gosh, kind of a lot's happened since then.

John Mason: [in the interrogation room] Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes.

Stanley Goodspeed: "I fear the Greeks even when they bring gifts."

John Mason: Ah, an educated man.

[Stanley gives a modest wave]

John Mason: That, of course, rules out the possibility of you being a field agent.

Stanley Goodspeed: [last lines]

Stanley Goodspeed: [while looking at the microfilm by using a miniature magnifying glass that was left by Mason] Honey? Uh... You wanna know who really killed JFK?

Stanley Goodspeed: [upon entering the interrogation room] Hi, I'm an agent with the federal... FBI... Well, my, I'm Stanley Goodspeed.

John Mason: But of course you are.

Agent Paxton: Well, at least he got his name right.

Stanley Goodspeed: Of course I am.

John Mason: And you have an emergency.

Stanley Goodspeed: Right.

John Mason: And you need my help.

Stanley Goodspeed: Exactly right.

John Mason: Coffee.

Stanley Goodspeed: No, I'm fine, thank you.

John Mason: Offer me coffee.

John Mason: I'm sure all this will make a great bed time story to tell your kid.

Stanley Goodspeed: You're insane, Mason. The kid'll have nightmares. I'll spend all my money on shrinks.

Stanley Goodspeed: You mean I'm going out there, under the water?

Womack: Well earlier today you wanted a gun. Now you're getting a gun and a wet suit.

Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, just some terrorists decided to send a little care package. Box of goodies. Which had to be neutralized before blowing up the office...

[plucks a harsh note on his guitar]

Stanley Goodspeed: So I took the rest of the day off. Glass of wine, little guitar... Just relax.

Carla: Wow.

Stanley Goodspeed: I mean it, honey, the world is being Fed-exed to hell in a hand cart. I really believe anyone thinking even thinking of bringing a child into the world is coldly considering an act of cruelty.

[pause, Carla stares at Stanley]

Stanley Goodspeed: I know, I'm rambling, I'm complaining, I'm sorry. What's your news, baby?

Carla: I'm pregnant.

Kid On Motorcycle: Hey man, you just fucked up your Ferrari.

Stanley Goodspeed: It's not mine.

[steals bike]

Stanley Goodspeed: And neither is this.

FBI Director Womack: Great job, Goodspeed.

Agent Paxton: [sarcastically, jokingly] Why don't you throw in a trip to Tahiti while you're at it?

FBI Agent: Okay, I'll deliver this to the Attorney General...

FBI Director Womack: [Interrupts and takes the contract from Hunt] Ah, no. You'll give that to me, there's a car waiting outside for you, thank you.

[He rips up the contract]

Stanley Goodspeed: That's a signed federal document, sir. Isn't that illegal?

FBI Director Womack: You're not acquainted with the full facts, Goodspeed.

Stanley Goodspeed: With all due respect, sir, I'd like clarification. I gave that man my word.

[about killing]

Stanley Goodspeed: How do you... do it?

John Mason: I was trained by the best. British intelligence. But in retrospect I would rather have been a poet. Or a farmer.

Stanley Goodspeed: Okay.

Stanley Goodspeed: Well, I'm one of those fortunate people who like my job, sir. Got my first chemistry set when I was seven, blew my eyebrows off, we never saw the cat again, been into it ever since.

Commander Anderson: Have you ever been in a combat situation before?

Stanley Goodspeed: Define combat, sir.

Commander Anderson: Shep?

Lt. Shephard: An incursion underwater to re-take an impregnable fortress held by an elite team of U.S. Marines, in possession of eighty-one hostages and fifteen guided rockets loaded with V.X. poison gas.

Stanley Goodspeed: Oh. In that case, no sir. Excuse me...

Stanley Goodspeed: [sarcastically to Mason] You know, I like history too, and maybe when this is all over you and I can stop by the souvenir shop together but right now I just... I just wanna find some rockets!

[Goodspeed's Beatles album arrives at the office]

Stanley Goodspeed: Yes! She's here, bring it to me now, thank you Phil!

Isherwood: What's that? And why did you have it sent here?

Stanley Goodspeed: Carla wouldn't approve. She thinks it's dumb to spend $600 on an LP.

Isherwood: Carla's right. Why didn't you just spend $13 on a CD, man?

Stanley Goodspeed: Well, first of all, it's because I'm a Beatlemaniac. And second, these sound better.

Stanley Goodspeed: Mason, you all right?

John Mason: [hanging upside down] Yes. Perfectly okay, you fucking idiot.

Stanley Goodspeed: [to Mason] FBI... Freeze Sucker.

Stanley Goodspeed: [while in the prisoner transport van] Hi, darling, it's me. Listen, do not come, I repeat, do not come to San Francisco.

Carla: [Answers the phone] Stanley, no.

Stanley Goodspeed: Carla...

Carla: Like hell I'm not comin'!

[Hangs up]

Stanley Goodspeed: Wait, Carla...

[tries to dial again]

John Mason: Who's Carla, and why don't you want her to come to San Francisco?

Stanley Goodspeed: You're on a need-to-know basis... and you do'nt need to know.

Stanley Goodspeed: Mason, the second you don't respect this, it kills you.

Stanley Goodspeed: I'm unarmed sir. I am unarmed, sir.

Womack: Where's your issue?

Stanley Goodspeed: I left in my...

[clears throat]

Stanley Goodspeed: sock drawer.

Stanley Goodspeed: Glass or plastic, glass or plastic?

Stanley Goodspeed: [to Mason] All right, I'll do it myself. I've had three weeks weapons training, I'll kick the... out of a platoon full of marines. No problem.

Agent Paxton: What's status?

Stanley Goodspeed: Status... is, they're dead. They're dead! It's just me and Mason, now he says he's leaving.

Agent Paxton: That is unacceptable, do you hear me? Unacceptable!

Stanley Goodspeed: Well, there's a problem sir, he's got a gun!

Agent Paxton: What do you have, a fuckin' water pistol?

Stanley Goodspeed: [yelling to Mason] You're not leaving! There's a madman in there with his hand on a... ON A BUTTON!

John Mason: Shh!

[to himself]

John Mason: Some sniper's gonna get his ass.

Stanley Goodspeed: [to Captain Darrow] How do ya like how that shit works?

Stanley Goodspeed: [Stanley and Carla are making love. The phone rings] I have to get that.

Carla: No, you don't.

Stanley Goodspeed: Yes, I do. They know I'm home.

Carla: [annoyed] Stanley, how can they possibly know you're home?

Stanley Goodspeed: [beat] It's the FBI.

[John and Jade's conversation is interrupted by police cars converging on the Palace of Fine Arts, Jade backs away from John]

Jade Angelou: Is this about you? You broke out of prison again, didn't you?

[John gropes for a response]

Jade Angelou: Why did you come to me?

Stanley Goodspeed: [appears, showing his badge] FBI, ma'am. Your father's working with us. He's helping us to resolve a dangerous situation.

Jade Angelou: He is?

Stanley Goodspeed: Yes, ma'am. Well, gee whiz, John, I guess we'd better get going, don't you?

John Mason: Whatever you say, Stanley.

[He clasps hands with Jade, then leaves with Stanley]

John Mason: Thank you for that. You could have handled it differently.

Stanley Goodspeed: What do you say we cut the chit-chat, a-hole? You almost got me killed twice! And my jaw hurts like hell.

John Mason: ...Good.

Stanley Goodspeed: [to Mason] Uh, yeah, okay, that's about the most awful thing I've ever seen.

Stanley Goodspeed: How'd you do it?

John Mason: Nurtured the hope that there was hope. That one day I'd breathe free air. Perhaps meet my daughter. Modest hopes, but they kept a man alive.

Stanley Goodspeed: You're shooting too close to the rocket! Him, but not the rocket!

John Mason: Any other news, professor?

Captain Frye: I'm gonna choke my million bucks out of you! You're gonna die-!

Stanley Goodspeed: [jams the VX capsule into Frye's mouth] Eat that, you fuck!

Captain Darrow: [in the lower lighthouse] Come here... come here, you little chicken shit!

Stanley Goodspeed: You shoot me, I drop this, we're both dead!

Captain Darrow: [points his gun away] Come on, come on, don't be scared, I won't hurt you! Come on...

Stanley Goodspeed: You know how this shit works?

Captain Darrow: [pulls his combat knife] You know how this shit works?

Stanley Goodspeed: Okay, I've got some bad news, and some really bad news. The bad news is, is that the gas is corrosive and its eating our suits...

Isherwood: It's all over my hand, man!

John Mason: [as they are escaping] Hummel won't do it, he's a soldier not a murderer. I read it in his eyes.

Stanley Goodspeed: You read it in his eyes? I'm sorry, but that's not a chance I can afford to take!

John Mason: Okay, then talk louder.

Stanley Goodspeed: I have to go to San Francisco

Carla: No you don't, no you do not have to go San Francisco are you kidding me right now? You have to stay here and talk to me about things, I am catholic do you realize that? I am pregnant and unmarried this causes a serious problem for me

Stanley Goodspeed: I love you, I will marry you I just didn't plan on this that's all, come to San Francisco with me

Carla: Really?

Stanley Goodspeed: I'm sure it's just a training exercise, we'll check into the hotel order some champagne...

Carla: And finish what we started