Bob Hauk: I'm not a fool, Plissken.
Snake Plissken: Call me "Snake."
Snake Plissken: What's wrong with Broadway?
Bob Hauk: We'd make one hell of a team, Snake.
Snake Plissken: The name's Plissken.
President: God save me, and watch over you all.
Bob Hauk: You going to kill me, Snake?
Snake Plissken: I'm too tired. Maybe later.
Bob Hauk: I got another deal for you. I'd like you to think it over while you're resting. I'd like to offer you a job. We'd make one hell of a team, Snake.
Snake Plissken: The name's Plissken.
Computer Voice: Attention. You are now entering the Debarkation Area. No talking. No smoking. Follow the orange line to the Processing Area. The next scheduled departure to the prison is in two hours. You now have the option to terminate and be cremated on the premises. If you elect this option, notify the Duty Sergeant in your Processing Area.
Bob Hauk: There was an accident. About an hour ago, a small jet went down inside New York City. The President was on board.
Snake Plissken: The president of what?
Bob Hauk: It's the survival of the human race, Plissken. Something you don't give a shit about.
Brain: I swear to God, Snake, I thought you were dead.
Snake Plissken: Yeah. You and everybody else.
Girl in "Chock Full O'Nuts": You're a cop.
Snake Plissken: I'm an asshole.
Chosen answer: Yes, but A. finding a working one is very unlikely, B. it would need a power source, also very difficult, C. Snake had no way of knowing if x-rays of a different frequency would work or set them off, and D. if he does disarm them, it's already been proven that New York is escape proof, so where would he go?
Grumpy Scot