Categories
Con Air

Define irony. Irony is a bunch of idiots singing a song on plane made famous by a band that died in a plane crash.

Garland: Define irony. Irony is a bunch of idiots singing a song on plane made famous by a band that died in a plane crash.

Categories
Con Air

I got a problem with a corpse.

Local cop: I got a problem with a corpse.
Larkin: Yeah?
Local cop: Yeah, fell from the sky. I don’t think he’s an astronaut.

Categories
Con Air

What if I told you insane was working fifty hours a week in some office for fifty years

Garland Green: What if I told you insane was working a 50-hour week for fifty years, at the end of which they tell you to piss off. Ending up in some retirement village, hoping to die rather than suffering the indignity of trying to make it to the toilet on time. Wouldn’t you consider that to be insane?

Categories
Con Air

He’s a fountain of misplaced rage. Name your cliche; Mother held him too much or not enough, last picked at kickball, late night sneaky uncle, whatever. Now he’s so angry that moments of levity actually cause him pain; give him headaches. Happiness, for that gentleman, hurts.

Garland Greene: He’s a fountain of misplaced rage. Name your cliche; Mother held him too much or not enough, last picked at kickball, late night sneaky uncle, whatever. Now he’s so angry that moments of levity actually cause him pain; give him headaches. Happiness, for that gentleman, hurts.

Categories
Con Air

What’s wrong with him?

Baby O: What’s wrong with him?
Cameron Poe: My first guess would be… a lot.

Categories
Con Air

There’s only two men I trust. One is me. The other is not you.

Cameron Poe: There’s only two men I trust. One is me. The other is not you.

Categories
Con Air

Put… the bunny… back… in the… box.

Cameron Poe: Put… the bunny… back… in the… box.

Categories
Con Air

Say a word about this over the radio, and the next wings you see will belong to the flies buzzing over your rotting corpse!

Cyrus Grissom: Say a word about this over the radio, and the next wings you see will belong to the flies buzzing over your rotting corpse!