William Strannix Quotes in Under Siege (1992)

Casey Ryback: What made you flip like this?

William Strannix: I got tired of coming up with last-minute desperate solutions to impossible problems created by other fucking people.

Casey Ryback: All of your ridiculous pitiful antics aren't gonna change a thing. You and me, we're puppets in the same sick game. We serve the same master, and he's a lunatic and he's ungrateful. But there's nothing we can do about it. You and me, we're the same.

William Strannix: Oh, no. No, no, no. There's a difference, my man. You have faith. I don't!

[a knife fight erupts between them]

William Strannix: You're a maniac. Drown your own crew.

Commander Krill: They never liked me anyway.

Doumer: I bet they fuckin' love ya now, huh?

Commander Krill: Where are you going?

William Strannix: Make Honolulu glow in the dark.

Commander Krill: Outstanding.

Tom Breaker: Look, Bill, if this is about reliving the 60's, you can forget about it, buddy. The movement is dead.

William Strannix: Yes, of course! Hence the name: movement. It moves a certain distance, then it stops, you see? A revolution gets its name by always coming back around in your face. You tried to kill me you son of a bitch... so welcome to the revolution.

Tweety Bird: Any sign of Wile E. Coyote?

William Strannix: No. Meet at the bird cage as planned, Roadrunner, out!

Krill: You're the roadrunner?

William Strannix: Yeah, never been caught. Mee-meep.

[Krill reads his personal file while he is still dressed as a drag queen]

Commander Krill: Listen to the shit I've had to put up with: "In the past few weeks, Commander Krill has become increasingly hostile to the crew, possibly due to anger over my last reviews of his performance. I recommend he be given a psychological evaluation before taking over his next ASSIGNMENT!"

[slams file on table]

Commander Krill: Do I look like I need a psychological evaluation?

William Strannix: Not at all.

Commander Krill: ...I gotta change.

Admiral Bates: Mr. Strannix... this is Admiral Bates speaking. Would you please tell us why the hell you're doing this?

William Strannix: Hi, Admiral. Six months ago, your boy Tom Breaker cancelled operation 'Cleopatra', and shortly thereafter two young men from Langley showed up in Miami tried to cancel me along with it. Now you *did* receive each man's right forefinger in the mail, didn't you Tom?

William Strannix: [pause] TOM!

Tom Breaker: Yes, I did.

William Strannix: [incredulous] Did you expect us to wait in Miami for you to try again?

[looking at the Tomahawks]

William Strannix: These things are gonna sell like hotcakes!

Commander Krill: Absolutely.

William Strannix: What are you gonna do when you get two hundred million dollars in the bank?

Commander Krill: Buy the presidency!

[after a bomb explodes in the galley's microwave]

Commander Krill: What the hell was that?

William Strannix: That was a bomb, jackass! He used the microwave as a detonator!

[to nearest man]

William Strannix: Come here! You secure everything between here and the CIC. You spot anything, you radio at once for backup. You don't get creative, you call for help. You understand? Move!

[man leaves]

William Strannix: PUT THESE FIRES OUT!

[to Krill]

William Strannix: I would like to see the ship's personnel file on this "plain and simple cook", Mr. Krill!

Commander Krill: Yes, sir.

William Strannix: PUT OUT THESE GODDAMN *FIRES*!

[after receiving a call from Nash in the galley]

William Strannix: Anything else you forgot to tell us about? Any other little memory losses or oversights, perhaps?

Commander Krill: No other little memory losses or oversights perhaps. There's two men, one of them's locked up. And I'll take care of him...

William Strannix: No, no, no. We'll handle it. Secure the galley. Send Cates, send Ziggs.

Shadow: You got it.

Commander Krill: This Marine's armed, Bill. I think we should send more, I'll go...

William Strannix: Don't worry about it. These guys are professionals. They can handle twenty Marines, and a hundred cooks.

[watching the camera feed from the Harpoon missile, which suddenly goes blank]

William Strannix: Bang, you're dead.

[Krill found Ryback's personnel file]

Commander Krill: Ryback's file wasn't IN personnel. It was in the Captain's private cabinet. Ryback is an ex-SEAL.

Doumer: The Goddamn cook's a SEAL?

Commander Krill: Shut up and listen. "Expert in Martial Arts, Explosives, Weapons and Tactics. Silver Star, Navy Cross, Purple Heart with Cluster, and Security Clearance revoked after Panama." That means he couldn't hold any rating except that of a yeoman or a cook. How little did I know.

Shadow: We just lost two more men in the Engine Room!

William Strannix: You were told to review the personnel file on every individual on this ship.

Commander Krill: I know what I was told, but I didn't have access to the Captain's files at that *time*!

Doumer: I'll get this fucker myself!

William Strannix: Oh no, calm down. You wanna get killed?

Commander Krill: Are you an *idiot*?

Doumer: You're calling *me* an *idiot*?

Commander Krill: Yeah, I'm calling you an idiot!

William Strannix: Calm down! Get me three roving patrols, keep the man pinned below the weather deck! Move out!

Commander Krill: Stay on schedule!

[Strannix is very impressed with Ryback's abilities]

William Strannix: Doumer, Doumer, Doumer. Why didn't you hire this person? I don't know what his price would have been, but it would have been WORTH it.

William Strannix: Let this be a learning experience, gentleman. If you resist we will kill you and the man next to you. Now move out of here in an orderly fashion.

[pauses]

William Strannix: Now!

William Strannix: Daffy... Porky Pig... Little red fucker with the mustache...

William Strannix: All of my life... Saturday morning cartoons. The best.

William Strannix: [on stage] Now, you, sir, you are the highest-ranking officer in this room.

Cmdr. Green: That's right. The operations officer. Third in command.

William Strannix: It's a pleasure to meet you, Commander Green.

[takes out a gun and shoots Commander Green in the forehead]

[sees the bodies of the two commandos that Ryback has killed]

William Strannix: The man that did this is a professional. Who is he, and what's he doing running around on my battleship, Mr. Krill?

Commander Krill: Your battleship? You wouldn't be on this battleship if it wasn't for me. He's a cook, plain and simple...

William Strannix: This is not the work of a cook.

Commander Krill: He came on board with the captain. I know his routine, front and back. He's good with cooking knives...

[Strannix rips the throwing knife out of Cates's jugular and holds it up to Krill's face]

William Strannix: *Cooking knives*?

Commander Krill: He got lucky. In my professional opinion, he is a military *reject* in command of a GALLEY!

[They hear beeping, and Strannix glances toward the microwave]

Doumer: GET DOWN!

[Everyone ducks as the microwave explodes]

[Strannix goes to the firing triggers for the Tomahawks]

William Strannix: This little piggy went to market...

[flips the first trigger]

William Strannix: This little piggy stayed home...

[flips the second]

William Strannix: And this little piggy... oh, mama... oh, mama... went wee, wee, wee, WEEEEEEEEE...!

[flips the last]

William Strannix: ALL THE WAY HOME!

[He air-guitars "The Star-Spangled Banner" as the missile takes off]

William Strannix: [on the phone] Listen, Francois, put the money in the bank in Zurich by midnight or nothing's gonna happen.

[He holds the phone away from his ear as Francois curses explosively]

William Strannix: [aside to Doumer] Call Chicago, sell everything we got in MacGregor Aircraft, that stock is gonna go to shit when they find out what's going on out here.

Pitt: Two choppers, think they can sneak in under our radar.

William Strannix: Strike team.

[into phone]

William Strannix: 'Course we drive a hard bargain, Francois, you're gonna get a hard value... listen, mon ami, you give me any more trouble, I'm calling Mohammed! You understand?

Pitt: Strike team is in range and locked on.

William Strannix: Kill 'em.

[Francois starts to protest]

William Strannix: No, no, Francois, not you, not you. Now listen, I'm gonna put my accountant on the line, you understand, I'm gonna give you the account numbers, okay?

[hands the phone to Doumer]

William Strannix: Here, talk to that frog.

William Strannix: [after successfully taking the Missouri] Four minutes ahead of schedule. Damn, I'm good.