(Tango just bursts through screen door and lands on his captain)
Ray Tango: Captain?
Captain Schroeder: Is this the way you screen all your guests?
(after Requin breaks down and confesses)
Gabriel Cash: You know, Potato Head, you just fell for the oldest routine in the book: bad cop...
Ray Tango: Worse cop!
Ray Tango: Rambo? Rambo's a pussy.
Yves Perret: There you go thinking again. That will be the cause of your downfall. Try... try to control your fear. These men are convicted killers and fugitives. They won't last long on the outside.
Lopez: Mr. Perret, we cannot rely on the police. I insist...
Yves Perret: Don't insist! Insistent people make me angry. Everything is under control.
Yves Perret: (to Requin) Cover your tracks.
(Conan arrives to the laundry full of vengeful prisoners)
Ray Tango: Oh shit, it's Conan.
Gabriel Cash: What?
Ray Tango: It's Conan.
Gabriel Cash: We're gonna get F.U.B.A.R now.
Ray Tango: What the hell is F.U.B.A.R?
Gabriel Cash: You'll see.
Face: Real bad ass cops. You don't look so tough now, do you? DO YOU, YOU FUCK?
Ray Tango: (to Cash) He must mean you.
Face: Out on the streets, this pig and his cop friends, broke my ribs, my leg and my jaw.
(tsks at Tango)
Gabriel Cash: You broke that jaw?
Ray Tango: He deserved it.
Owen: (unable to see the chaos outside the car) Cash what was that noise?
Gabriel Cash: Don't worry Owen, just a couple speed bumps.
(Tango's just stopped a truck and its occupants are now rolling sore on the road)
Ray Tango: Glad you could drop in. Do you like jewelery?
Face: Oh, fuck you.
Ray Tango: I prefer blondes.
(Conan spits on Tango's shoes)
Ray Tango: (tossing cuffs onto the ground) Do the honors.
(dangling Requin off a roof by his legs)
Gabriel Cash: Come on, you meat puppet! Who pulls your strings?
Requin: Piss off! Bollocks to Plan A! I like this! The view's great up here! Heh, heh!
Gabriel Cash: What'd he say?
Ray Tango: Plan "A"'s a loser.
Gabriel Cash: Hold on. Give me a name, Death-Breath, or you're going back to fucking England in a fucking baggie!
Requin: Up yours, arsehole! You ain't worth a toss! Go on, drop me! Do it!
Gabriel Cash: Plan "A" is definitely a loser.
Gabriel Cash: I don't know about you, but I have an aversion to getting F.U.B.A.R...
Ray Tango: What's F.U.B.A.R.?
Gabriel Cash: Fucked-Up Beyond All Recognition.
Ray Tango: What are you doing? What are you doing?
Gabriel Cash: Relax. Soap. And don't flatter yourself... Peewee.
Gabriel Cash: This has got to be a mistake. What do you think?
Ray Tango: I think my underwear is riding into my throat.
Ray Tango: Do you think he's telling the truth?
Gabriel Cash: I don't know. But it's not raining and he's standing in a puddle.
Ray Tango: Disgusting.
(Tango has just stuck a grenade down a bad guy's pants)
Ray Tango: My contribution to birth control.
Assistant Warden Matt Sokowski: What's widdya friend?
Gabriel Cash: He's a little upset. He misses his wardrobe.
(then as they leave the room)
Ray Tango: I DO miss my wardrobe.
(watching TV footage of Tango in action)
Yves Perret: Oh, God. Ray Tango. How he loves to dance. He waltzes in and takes all my drugs, then tangos back out again.
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