Loomis: It was an accident, Phyllis.
Phyllis: Oh, you know? So was Chernobyl.
Grimm: True, but Loomis didn't irradiate anybody.
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Chief Rotzinger: Listen, I've had just about enough of your comedy, clown. We're coming in through the plate glass.
Grimm: Alright, I gotta hang-up now, because I gotta go kill everybody.
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[getting on a bus]
Phyllis: What's that smell?
Grimm: Used wine.
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Grimm: And he said 'Baby, up your butt with a coconut!' Except... there was no coconut. He didn't have a coconut to my knowledge.
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[Hispanic woman is shouting on a street corner]
Grimm: There must be alot of competition for that corner.
Phyllis: It's a good thing she's not too symbolic or anything.
Loomis: what does that mean anyway? Flores por el muerte?
Grimm: I sure couldn't tell ya'.
Phyllis: Aw, you know Grimm, it means flowers for the dead.
[shoots her an angry glare]
Loomis: Oh! We're all gonna die! We're a-a-a-ll gonna d-i-i-e!
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Grimm: [frustrated, to bus driver] You better get some help! You're becoming Ralph Kramden's evil twin!
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[shouting for a cab]
Loomis: Ten thousand dollars for a taxi!
Phyllis: And a blow job!
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Grimm: If I can sleep ten days and nights in a rice patty, I can certainly last in this lousy bank!
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[last lines]
Chief Rotzinger: [getting into car] Hey, we gotta commend this Skipowski... I mean, Chipowski.
[Rotzinger pops out of car and looks in total disbelief at the plane taking off]
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Grimm: I booked the eleven o'clock to Martinique.
Phyllis: Martinique?
Loomis: Martinique? But I don't know anything about Martinique.
Grimm: What did you know about Fiji?
Loomis: Well... nothing.
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Loomis: It's bad luck just SEEING a thing like that!
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Phyllis: To the God-damned AIRPORT!
Loomis: Whatta got? Shit in your ears?
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Loomis: You aren't going to hit me again are you?
Grimm: I haven't hit anybody since I was nine.
Loomis: Yeah, but it was me you hit!
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[Loomis is driving the car backwards]
Phyllis: [sarcastically] Oh, we're REALLY making good time now.
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Phyllis: Grimm? You've got a gun - shoot them.
Grimm: I want to, but shooting fur-bearing idiots would require a permit.
[to construction workers, sarcastically]
Grimm: I want to thank you. You could've given us help, but you've given us so much more.
Street Sign Worker: [cheerfully] Hey! What's what we're here for, huh?
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Loomis: Is that our plane?
Phyllis: No, if it were our plane, it would be crashing.
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Phyllis: A real man? Who has to use a gun and hold people prisoner? You're not a man. You're a coward.
Hostage: She does not speak for the rest of us Mr. Clown. We think that you are quite brave and manly.
Phyllis: You big PUSSY! You're all a bunch of PUSSIES!
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[boarding a plane at JFK]
Flight Attendant: Do you think you're late enough?
Grimm: Oh, you must be from around here.
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Loomis: Please God! We need a cab! One lousy fuckin' cab!
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Hugh: [to other hostages] Can it, here comes Clarabelle.
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[Johnny holds a gun to Grimm's back]
Johnny: This ain't my dick in your back!
Grimm: That's a relief.
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Phyllis: [comforting Loomis] Nothing's your fault...
[hits Loomis]
Phyllis: ... except you honked the fucking horn.
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Grimm: When you say "near" the airport...
Bus Driver: .48 miles.
Grimm: Alright. When do we get there?
Bus Driver: 22: 30 hours.
Grimm: When is that? In human time.
Bus Driver: 10: 30.
Grimm: 10: 30. Say you had to walk it...
Bus Driver: With that injured individual?
Grimm: Yes.
Bus Driver: I can't give you a precise figure on that.
Grimm: Come on! Make a guess.
Bus Driver: 21 minutes.
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Grimm: I'm sure no harm will come to me once I'm inside the bank all by myself.
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Loomis: Now, we're going to find a familiar street soon.
Phyllis: I'd settle for a familiar borough.
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Grimm: I was in 'Nam with a jerk like you.
Policeman: Oh boy.
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Grimm: Oh sir! You forgot your map! And our millions of dollars!
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Bank Guard: What the Hell kind of clown are you?
Grimm: The crying on the inside kind, I guess.
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[after Loomis is injured jumping from a moving cab]
Loomis: Are you gonna hit me now?
Grimm: No, but if your leg is broken, we'll have to destroy you.
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Phyllis: Great! We'll have to sail a raft to Fiji like Thor Heyerdahl!
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Grimm: Button it up, pal. Nobody likes a whiner!
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Street Barker: Nude women! Nude women
[Grimm dressed as a clown walks by]
Street Barker: Clowns Welcome! Clowns welcome!
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Bank Guard: I said "we're closed," Bozo.
Grimm: [dressed as a clown] : I wouldn't. And that's Mr. Bozo, okay?
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[From a shadowy alley]
Flower Lady: Flores! Flores para los muertes! Flores! Para los muertes! Los muertes! Los muertes! Los muertes!
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