Gib: Women. Can't live with 'em. Can't kill 'em.
Albert Gibson: You know what? I'm sick of being in the van. You guys are going to be in the van next time. I've been in the van for 15 years, Harry.
Doctor: Is there anything you would like to tell me before we start?
Harry: Yes, I am going to kill you very soon.
Doctor: Oh, how?
Harry: First I am going to use you as a human shield, and then I am going to kill that guard over there with that screwdriver... And then I was thinking about breaking your neck.
Doctor: I see, and what makes you think you can do all that?
Harry: You know my handcuffs?
Harry: I picked them.
Aziz: Do you know what this is?
Harry: I know what this is. This is an espresso machine. No, no. It's a snow cone maker. That's what it is. Is it a water heater?
Salim Abu Aziz: You have killed our women and our children, bombed our cities from afar like cowards, and you dare to call *us* terrorists?
Helen: I married Rambo!
Gib: You must plant the bug near the telephone by the bed before you leave. If you do not complete your mission, the deal is off. [He hangs up the phone]. I'm gonna go to hell.
Harry: You're fired.
Gib: Get lost, dipshit. [Shoots at Simon's feet.]
Gib: Oh yeah! That worked good! Right out the old front gate!
Guard: Sir? May I see your invitation, please?
Harry: Sure, here is my invitation. [Remote detonates the bomb at the boathouse].
Harry: See, this is the problem with terrorists. They're really inconsiderate when it comes to people's schedules.