The Rock (film)

From Quotes
Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.
Guillaume Apollinaire
Jump to: navigation, search

The Rock is a 1996 film about a Marine General (Francis Hummel) who seizes Alcatraz Island with a platoon of mercenaries, taking hostages and threatening to launch several rockets armed with VX poison gas into the heart of San Fransisco. Stanley Goodspeed, an FBI chemical weapons expert, must team up with John Patrick Mason, a former Alcatraz inmate and British spy, to neutralize the VX rockets before they can be launched.

John Patrick Mason

  • I'm fed up saving your ass. I'm amazed you ever got past puberty.
  • I've been in jail longer than Nelson Mandela, so maybe you want me to run for President?
  • The Rock has become a tourist attraction?
  • I can't cut anyone's balls off with a trimmer now, can I?
  • Womack! Why am I not surprised, you piece of shit?
  • Welcome to the rock!
  • Your best? Losers always whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen!
  • Now Womack, you're between The Rock, and a hard case. How's your bowling arm?
  • And...this is not combat. It's an act of lunacy, General Sir. And personally, I think you're a fucking idiot, General Sir...
  • I feel rather like Arcemedes.
  • It's a grunge thing.

Stanley Goodspeed

  • I love pressure, I eat it for breakfast.
  • Let's see, we have some dirty magazines, Stone Age cave girls in the raw. Kinky.
  • (To Carla) I really believe that anyone who's even thinking of having a child in this world is coldly considering an act of cruelty.
  • 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.
  • I'm a chemical superfreak actually, but, I still need a gun.
  • Okay, you wanna play tough with me? You wanna play tough? OK, FBI! Freeze, sucker!
  • Listen, I'm just a bio-chemist. Most of the time I work in a 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 deadliest substances the earth has ever known so whaddaya say you cut me some friggin' slack?
  • Why don't we cut the chit chat, A-hole?!
  • But how in the name of Zeus' butthole did you get out of your cell? I only ask because given our current situation, that information may prove useful. Maybe!
  • "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 psycopathic marines, shame on them!
  • Eat that, you fuck!
  • Honey? Uh, you wanna know who really killed JFK?

General Francis X. Hummel

  • I miss you so much. There's something I've gotta do, Barb. Something I couldn't do while you were here. I tried. You know I tried everything, and I still don't have their attention. Let's hope this elevates their thinking. But whatever happens…please don't think less of me.
  • The Men of Marine Force Recon are selected to carry out illegal operations throughout the world. When they don't come home, and their families are told fairy tales about what happened to them and denied compensation. Well, I have choked on these lies my entire career! Well here and now, the lies stop!
  • A few hundred years ago, a couple of guys named Jefferson and Adams were branded traitors by the British - today they're called patriots.
  • For Major Baxter and I, this is the last campaign dating back to Tet ’68. Likewise for Captain Hendrix and Gunnery Sergeant Crisp, who cut their teeth under my command in Desert Storm. Captain Frye, Captain Darrow, this is my first operational situation with you and your men and I have to say thus far and your conduct here reflects your reputation.
  • This isn't about terrorism, this is about justice. It's about reminding you people who found it politically convenient to forget.
  • Call it what you will. You're down there, we're up here! You walked into the wrong god damn room, Commander!
  • Well, Captain, I guess you didn't quite take care of that rat problem...well there are two dead men here who strongly suggest you go finish the job.
  • I'm not about to kill 80,000 innocent people. You think I'm out of my fucking mind?


  • Marvin: Look how big this is. You want me to stick this into my heart, are you fucking nuts?
  • Ranger Bob: I, Ranger Bob, cordially invite you to become inmates of Alcatraz. Temporarily of course.
  • FBI Agent: He is my age now, for Christ's sake. I have to get up three times a night to take a piss!
  • Stylist: Okay, I don't wanna know nothing. I never saw you throw that gentleman off the balcony. All I care about is, are you happy with your haircut?
  • Stylist: Oh, who did this to you? This is just not right, in fact it's nasty!
  • Commander Anderson: We're in the fight of our lives, against maybe the greatest battalion commander in the Vietnam War, I shit you not.


Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: Three tours in Vietnam, Panama, Grenada, Desert Storm, three Purple Hearts, two Silver Stars and the Congressional Medal of–Jesus. This man is a hero.
General Al Kramer: Well, I think "legend" might be a better description, Mr. Sinclair.
Sinclair: Yeah, well, now we can add kidnapping and extortion to his list of accolades.
Gen. Kramer: [mildly indignant] Mr. Sinclair, General Hummel is a man of honor.

[Mason and Goodspeed are defusing a poison gas rocket]
Mason: What exactly does this stuff do?
Goodspeed: If the rocket renders it aerosol, it could take out an entire city of people.
Mason: Really? And what happens if you drop one?
Goodspeed: Happily, it'd just wipe out you and me.
Mason: How?
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…[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.
Mason: [wide-eyed] My God.
Goodspeed: Oh, I think we'd like God on our side at the moment, don't you?

Kid on motorbike: Hey man, you just fucked up your Ferrari!
Goodspeed: It's not mine. [the kid laughs] Neither is this. [takes the kid's motorbike]

Goodspeed: Well, there's a problem sir, he has a gun.
Paxton: What do you have, a fucking water pistol?!

Carla: You didn't really mean what you said about bringing a child into this world...being an act of cruelty, did you?
Goodspeed: I meant it at the time.
Carla: Stanley, you said it seven and a half seconds ago!
Goodspeed: Well, gosh, kind of a lot's happened since then.

Commander Andersson: Have you ever been in a combat situation?
Goodspeed: Define combat, Sir.
Shep: An incursion underwater to re-take an impregnable fortress held by an elite team of US Marines in possession of 81 hostages and 15 guided rockets armed with VX poison gas.
Goodspeed: Oh. In that case, no, Sir.

Goodspeed: Hi, I'm an agent with the Federal, FBI, I'm Stanley Goodspeed!
Mason: But of course you are.
Goodspeed: Of course.
Mason: And you have an emergency?
Goodspeed: Right.
Mason: And you need my help?
Goodspeed: Exactly right.
Mason: Coffee?
Goodspeed: No, I'm fine, thank you.
Mason: Offer me coffee!

Mason: Are you sure you're ready for this?
Goodspeed: I'll do my best.
Mason: Your best? Losers always whine about their best, winners go home and fuck the prom queen!
Goodspeed: Carla was the prom queen!
Mason: Really?
Goodspeed: (Cocks his gun) Yeah!

Goodspeed: You've been around a lot of corpses, is that normal? (Points to a dead marine whose legs are twitching)
Mason: What, the feet thing?
Goodspeed: Yeah, the feet thing.
Mason: Yeah, it happens.
Goodspeed: Yeah, well I'm having a hard time concentrating. Can you do something about it?
Mason: Like what? Kill him again?

Goodspeed: The mission is not complete!
Mason: It is. When this is over, you'll go back home, driving Carla and the baby insane, in your beige Volvo. And I'll be dead, or back in prison which is the same thing.
Goodspeed: You're not leaving--arrgh! (Mason punches him and walks off) All right, I'll do it myself! I got three weeks weapons training. I'll kick the...hell out of a platoon full of Marines! No problem.

Goodspeed: You enjoying this?
Mason: Well, it's certainly more enjoyable than my average day: reading philosophy, avoiding gang rape in the shower room. Though its been less of a problem these days. Maybe I'm losing my sex-appeal.

Goodspeed: You're not leaving! Theres a madman in there, with his hand on a--on a button!
Mason: Shh. Some sniper's gonna get his ass.

Gen. Hummel I'm not about to kill 80,000 innocent people! Do you think I'm out of my fucking mind? We bluffed, they called it.The mission is over.
Capt. Frye Who said anything about bluffing, General?

Goodspeed: [Holding VX Poison Nerve Gas] Do you know how this shit works?
Capt. Darrow: [Holding his knife] Do you know how this shit works?! (flashes his knife) Come on, come on, I don't need the gun. I'll put it down, come on. Let's play! Come on, come on!
Goodspeed: Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Stan Goodspeed, FBI. Uh, let's talk music. Do you like the Elton John song "Rocket Man"?
Capt. Darrow: I don't like soft-ass shit!
Goodspeed: Oh, oh you don't, ok. Well, I only ask because it's you. You're the rocket man! [he fires the rocket out the window, taking Darrow with it] How do you like how that shit works?!

Gen. Hummel: The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. Thomas Jefferson.
Mason: Patriotism is a virtue of the vicious, according to Oscar Wilde. [Hummel strikes him in the back of the neck] Thank you for making my point.

Goodspeed: You broke out, let me see if I can get this straight. You went 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--ahem-hem!--how, in the name of Zeus's 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 opens Goodspeed's cell door and non-chalantly walks past him]
Mason: Trade secrets, my son.

External links

Wikipedia has an article about: