True Lies (1994) Poster

(1994)

Arnold Schwarzenegger: Harry

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  • Helen Tasker : Have you ever killed anyone?

    Harry : Yeah, but they were all bad.

  • [while preparing to fire a Harrier missile, from which Salim Abu Aziz is hanging from] 

    Harry : [presses the button]  You're fired!

  • [Harry is under the influence of a truth serum,in private room located on a deserted island] 

    Samir : Is there anything you'd like to tell me before we start?

    Harry : Yeah. I'm going to kill you pretty soon.

    Samir : I see. How, exactly?

    Harry : First I'm going to use you as a human shield. Then I'm going to kill this guard over here with the Patterson trocar on the table. And then I was thinking about breaking your neck.

    Samir : And what makes you think you can do all that?

    Harry : You know my handcuffs?

    Samir : Mmm-hmm.

    Harry : [holds up his hands]  I picked them.

    [Samir gasps. Harry springs up from his chair and grabs Samir, using him as a shield while he kills the guard, then breaks Samir's neck] 

  • [Salim Abu Aziz reveals a nuclear weapon] 

    Salim Abu Aziz : Do you know what this is?

    Harry : I know what this is...

    [Salim smiles] 

    Harry : This is an espresso machine.

    [Salim frowns] 

    Harry : No, no wait. It's a snow cone maker.

    [Salim approaches Harry] 

    Harry : Is it a water heater?

  • Harry : [holding Simon at the edge of an aquaduct]  Son of a bitch, Did you think you can elude us forever, Carlos, huh?

    Simon : Hey, you got the wrong guy! My name's Simon! Just let me go. There's no need to kill me. I haven't seen your...

    [Harry and Gib remove their masks] 

    Simon : face. No, no, no I didn't see it, I didn't see it!

    [realizes that it is Harry] 

    Simon : Oh, it's you! Hey, you still interested in that 'Vette at all?

    Gib : Hey, Carlos? Game's over. Your career as an international terrorist is well documented.

    Simon : No...

    Gib : -Oh, yeah.

    Simon : No...

    Gib : Oh, yeah!

    Simon : No!

    Gib : OH, YEAH!

    Simon : No, I sell cars! That's all! C'mon, I'm not a terrorist. I'm actually a complete coward, if I ever saw a gun, I'd...

    Harry : [Harry takes his gun out and points it in Simon's face] 

    Simon : [Whining and pleading]  Oh God, no, please don't kill me. I'm not a spy. I'm nothing. I'm navel lint! I have to lie to women to get laid, and I don't score much. I got a little dick, it's pathetic!

    [Harry and Gib gave Simon a weird look, then Simon pees his pants] 

    Simon : Wha, uh, oh God. Would a spy pee himself, huh? Please, I'm not worth a bullet. Oh, mercy sir!

    Harry : [Disgusted]  Get the fuck out of here. Just go, just beat it.

    Simon : No, no, as soon as I turn, you're gonna shoot me! You're gonna shoot me, you're gonna shoot me, you're gonna shoot me!

    Gib : [Gib and Harry get into their van]  Get lost, dipshit.

    [fires a few rounds into the ground near Simon] 

  • Simon : [trying to sell Harry a Corvette with Simon driving]  You see, it's not just a car. It's a total image. An identity you have to go for. This isn't some high-tech sports car. Tell you the truth, it doesn't even handle that great. But that's not the idea, is it? What are we talking about here? Pussy, right?

    Harry : [fake laughs]  Absolutely.

    Simon : Let's face it, Harry. The 'Vette gets 'em wet.

  • Simon : [in a Chinese restaurant]  Did you read the papers yesterday?

    Helen Tasker : [whispers]  Yes.

    Simon : Sometimes a story's a mask for a covert operation. See "Two men killed in a restroom and two unidentified men in a running shootout ending at the Marriot."

    Helen Tasker : That was you.

    Harry Tasker : [listening to their conversation with Gib] 

    Simon : You see...

    Harry Tasker : [whispers to Gib]  That was me.

    Simon : You're very good. You recognize my style. You're a natural at this.

    Gib : The guy's a fake, man. He's taking credit for our moves.

    Helen Tasker : What happened?

    Simon : Hardly worth talking about. Two of them won't bother me again.

    Gib : Unbelievable!

    Helen Tasker : You chased one?

    Simon : Something came over me. I just had to nail this guy no matter what the risk. Pretty hairy. I thought he had me a couple of times. But I can't take credit.

    Helen Tasker : Why not?

    Simon : It's the training. It shapes you into a lethal instrument. You react in a microsecond without thinking.

    Gib : [laughing]  I'm startin' to like this guy.

    [Harry gives him a mean look] 

    Gib : [gets serious]  We still gotta kill him. That's a given. You know.

  • Simon : [hitting on a woman at the party]  Here, let me pour you some more champaigne. I gotta keep up the waiter bit, these stakeouts can be a little tricky you know, you never know if things can explode to a life or death situation, just stay low and I'll contact you later. Maybe you should give me your tele...

    Harry : [puts his hand in Simon]  So, we meet again Carlos.

    Helen Tasker : [puts her lipstick case under Simon's chin]  Honey, I'm gonna do him right here.

    Harry : [proudly]  Go for it.

    Simon : Oh god.

    [pees in his pants] 

    Helen Tasker : Fear is not an option.

    [Simon runs out of the party nervously screaming] 

  • Gib : [over radio]  All right twinkle toes, what's your exit strategy?

    Harry : I'm gonna walk right out of the front gate.

    Gib : [over radio]  Ballsy. Stupid but ballsy.

  • Harry : [over the radio, riding in the middle of a park]  Make it quick because my horse is getting tired.

    Gib : [over the radio]  Your horse?

  • Harry : [referring to Helen]  So who are you working on right now?

    Simon : I always got a few on the line. But there's this one chick I got right now. I got her panting like a dog. Its great.

    Harry : What does she do?

    Simon : Some sort of legal secretary. Married to some boring jerk.

    Harry : Married to some boring jerk.

    Simon : Aww, but she could be so hot if she wanted to. She's like all these babes, you get their pilot lit, they could suck start a leafblower. And she's got the most incredible body too and a pair of titties that make you wanna stand up and beg for buttermilk. Ass like a ten year old boy! AHAHAHAHA!

    Simon : [Harry punches him in the face instantly breaking Simon's neck and the daydream ends]  AHAHAHAHAHA!

  • Harry : [Loopy from the truth serum he's been given, in private room located on a deserted island]  Ask me a question I would normally lie to.

    Helen Tasker : [panicky]  Are we gonna die?

    Harry : Yep!

    Helen Tasker : I'd say it's working.

    Harry : They're gonna shoot us in the head or they gonna torture us to death or they gonna leave us here when the bomb blows up...

    Helen Tasker : Harry!

  • Harry : [translating the terrorist celebrations for Helen]  ... We're cool, we're badasses, blah, blah, blah.

  • Harry : [talking through microphones and speakers]  The code name of your assignment will be... Boris. And your code name will be...

    Helen Tasker : [hopeful]  Natasha?

    Harry : No... Doris.

  • Gib : [on the floor of the fake computer company]  Care to tango?

    Faisil : Yes, I would.

    Harry : [they start dancing]  Assholes.

  • Simon : [leaning on Simon's corvette, having lunch]  Okay, just ask yourself: What do women really want? You take these bored housewives, married to the same guy for years, they're stuck in a rut, then need some release! Promise of adventure, a hint of danger. I create that for them.

    Harry : So basically, your lying your ass off the whole time. See, I can't do that.

    Simon : What are you, a boy scout? No, no, no, think of it as playing a role as fantasy. I mean, you got to work on their dreams. Get them out of their daily surburban grind for a few hours.

    Harry : But what about their husbands?

    Simon : Dickless! I mean, let's face it, if they took care of business, I'd be out of business! You know what I mean?

    [laughs] 

    Harry : [fake laughs]  Those idiots!

  • [Harry is commandeering a Harrier to rescue his daughter] 

    Gib : Harry, do you realize it has, in fact, been 10 years since you've been behind the wheel of one of these things?

    Harry Tasker : If I break it, they can take it outta my pay.

  • Harry : Well, you see, this is the problem with terrorists. They're really inconsiderate when it comes to people's schedules.

  • Harry : [driving in their SUV]  You tell on me, I tell on you.

    Gib : What are you talking about, I'm as clean as a preacher's sheets. I'm as clean as...

    Harry : What about that time you blew a six-week operation because you were too busy getting a blow job?

    Gib : You knew about that?

    Harry : Uh-huh.

  • [about Harry's daughter, just having entered the fake computer company] 

    Gib : Do you think she's still a virgin?

    Harry : Dont be ridiculous, she's only - -what is she now?

    Gib : She's fourteen!

    Harry : She's fourteen years old!

    Gib : Yeah, and her little hormones are going off like a car alarm.

  • Harry : [viewing Aziz and his behind the railing on one of the upper balconies,trying to translate for Helen what Aziz is saying]  In 90 minutes, the holy fire, will light up the skies.

    [the terrorists are covering the nuclear warhead with an american flag and cement] 

    Harry : We will tell the the whole world, that we speak, the truth. No force can stop us now, we're cool, we're badasses, blah, blah, blah.

    Helen Tasker : Honey, if we're on an island, why are they using trucks?

    Harry : We must be in the Florida Keys. These are the islands that have highways that connect the islands to the mainland.

    Helen Tasker : There's no borders, no customs. They can go anywhere in the U.S. They're will be no one to stop them.

    Harry : But, us. Here take this

    [hands Helen an Uzi] 

    Helen Tasker : [nervously]  Oh, shit.

  • Party Guard : [on the driveway of the castle]  Can I see your invitation?

    Harry : [takes out a cigarette case and presses a button on it]  Sure, here's my invitation.

    [blows shed sky-high] 

  • Gib : [to Harry, who thinks his wife is having an affair]  Hey, Harry. Listen, Helen still loves you. You know, she just wants to bang this guy for a while. You know? It's nothing serious. You'll get used to it soon...

    Harry : [slams him up against a car]  Stop cheering me up!

  • Harry : Put a tap on her phone.

    Gib : What are you talking about? I already did that.

    Harry : I'm talking about Helen's. Put a tap on her office line and the line to my house. Do it NOW.

    Gib : Okay. All right. Just come over her. Sounds great. I just wanna ask you about something.

    [takes him aside] 

    Gib : I got two words to describe that idea, in-sane. An unauthorized wire tap is a felony, pard...

    Harry : [slams him up against the wall]  And we're doing it twenty times a day! So don't give me that crap.

  • [Harry returns to the van after escaping the castle] 

    Harry : Hi guys.

    Gib : Well that worked real good. Right out the old front gate.

    Harry : Can you lean back a second...

    [Harry shoots two remaining pursuers] 

  • [Harry has just returned from Helen's office and is shell-shocked] 

    Harry : Helen... Helen...

    Gib : Helen...?

    Harry : Helen...

    Gib : It's got something to do with Helen, I'm guessing.

    Harry : Helen...

    Harry : [on the sidewalk next to their SUV]  Helen... is having an affair!

    Gib : [hugs him]  Welcome to the club, man!

  • Harry : [Harry is reading the tapped phone conversations from Helen, notices something, and quickly pulls the car over to the side of the road and up onto the curb] 

    Gib : [getting out of the passenger side]  My turn to drive?

    Harry : Give me the page!

    Gib : What?

    Harry : This jumps from page 9 to page 11, where's page 10?

    Gib : [looks at paper]  Must be a typo.

    Harry : [shouts, breaks the window with his bare fist]  Give me the goddamn page!

    Harry : ok

    [Gib looks at the window, and quickly grabs page 10 from his coat] 

    Harry : OK.

  • Harry : [regrettably to Helen]  What can I say? I'm a spy.

  • Harry : [speaking to the horse]  What the hell were you thinking? I had the guy, and you let him get away. Look at me when I talk to you. What kind of a cop are you anyway?

  • Harry : [to Juno, on her private plane]  There *is* no us, you psychopathic bitch!

  • [Harry lights up a cigarette and starts coughing] 

    Gib : [over the radio]  Dickhead.

    Harry : [over the radio, walking on the street]  Blow me.

  • [Harry sticks an unconscious terrorist's head in a bathroom urinal and flushes it] 

    Harry Tasker : Cool off.

  • Harry Tasker : [Harry is chasing Salim through the city. He comes across a police officer riding a horse]  Federal officer in pursuit of suspect!

    Harry Tasker : [knocks the officer off his horse]  Sorry.

    Police Officer : [getting up off the ground as Harry rides off]  Hey!

  • Harry : To the horse, what the hell were you thinking? I had the guy and then you let him get away?

  • Harry : And I can verify that they have the arming box and all the equipment necessary to detonate all four warheads.

    [a guard drags Harry off-camera. Aziz takes his place] 

    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? Now, the oppressed have been given a mighty sword with which to strike back at their enemies.

    [a Low Battery warning begins to flash] 

    Salim Abu Aziz : Unless you, America, pulls all military forces out of the Persian Gulf area immediately and forever, the Crimson Jihad will rain fire on one major U.S. city each week until our demands are met.

    [Battery warning flashing faster] 

    Salim Abu Aziz : First, we will detonate one weapon on this uninhabited island as a demonstration of our power and Crimson Jihad's willingness to be humanitarian.

    [In a burst of static, the image GOES BLACK] 

    Salim Abu Aziz : However, if these demands are not met, Crimson Jihad will rain fire on one major American city each week...

    [the cameraman nervously lowers the camera, ashen-faced. Aziz looks at him as if to say, "What the hell?"] 

    Jihad Cameraman : Battery, Aziz!

    Salim Abu Aziz : [Aziz walks up to the cameraman]  Get another one, you moron!

    Jihad Cameraman : I think I have one...

    Salim Abu Aziz : Shh!

    Jihad Cameraman : ...in the truck.

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