Cox: [to Goodspeed] You're lucky that old man Hummel wants you alive.
McCoy: 'Cause I'd take pleasure in guttin' you, boy!
Man: Hey, man! You just fucked up your Ferrari!
Goodspeed: It's not mine. And neither is this!
Mason: Losers whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen!
Goodspeed: It's you. You're the rocket man.
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.
Agent Paxton: Now you tell me I'm on a need-to-know basis. And I'm telling you right now, I need to who the fuck John Mason is, right now sir!
Womack: You want to know? Okay. 1962: J. Edgar Hoover is the head of the FBI, some say the country. It's no secret that he kept secret files on prominent Americans and Europeans. De Gaulle, British members of Parliament, even the Prime Minister. I mean, this guy had dirt on everybody in the world.
Agent Paxton: Yeah, I know all of the cloak and dagger stories. Where does Mason fit in?
Womack: Mason was the British operative who stole the files, but our Bureau agents caught him at the Canadian border. Of course, the British claimed that they never heard of him. So we held him without trial until he gave up the microfilm. But he never did.
Agent Paxton: Well, I'm surprised Hoover didn't use his daughter as leverage.
Womack: Hoover was dead in '72, she wasn't born yet. Today... it's a different Bureau.
Agent Paxton: So, you held this guy without trial his whole life. No wonder he's pissed.
Womack: This man knows our most intimate secrets from the last half century! The alien landing at Roswell, the truth behind the J.F.K. assassination. Mason's angry, he's lethal, he's a trained killer... and he is the only hope that we have got.