Cyrus: I despise rapists. For me, they're somewhere between a cockroach and that white stuff that accumulates at the corners of your mouth when you're really thirsty. But, in your case, I'll make an exception.

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.

Little Girl: Are you sick?
Garland: Yes I am.
Little Girl: Do you take medicine?
Garland: There is no medicine for what I have.

Pinball: I hate to say this, Cyrus, but we are three white dudes short. Or as they say in Ebonics, "We be fucked".

Billy Bedlam: Have you lost your mind?
Cyrus: According to my last psych evaluation yes.

Cyrus: Now Billy, are you gonna play nice?
Billy Bedlam: Probably not.
Cameron Poe: Somehow they managed to get every creep and freak in the universe on this one plane.

Garland Green: What if I told you insane was working fifty hours a week in some office for fifty years at the end of which they tell you to piss off; ending up in some retirement village hoping to die before suffering the indignity of trying to make it to the toilet on time? Wouldn’t you consider that to be insane?

Cameron Poe: I said...put the bunny back in the box.

Cyrus: Thank you for choosing Con Air.