Nicolas Cage credited as playing...
Rick Santoro
- Commander Kevin Dunne: How's Angela?
- Rick Santoro: Fat, fabulous, fantastic--I love her.
- Commander Kevin Dunne: How's the other one--what's her name? Candy?
- Rick Santoro: Oh, Monique? Skinny, mean, expensive--I *LOVE* her!
- Julia: Look, I'm sorry.
- Rick Santoro: Who gives a shit if you're sorry?
- Julia: What are you mad at me for?
- Rick Santoro: Because I didn't have to know! You decided to have this problem, not me! My world would've gone on turning just fine, but now, either way I look, I have to do something that I don't wanna do. Do you understand, I do not wanna do this!
- Commander Kevin Dunne: I was three feet away from a known terrorist, and I had my eyes buried in some broad's tits.
- Rick Santoro: Well, Kevin, this may not make you feel better, but don't you see? That's what she was there for. That was the plan. To give you a boner. And you got one. Congratulations, you're human.
- Rick Santoro: You know they say, back two, three hundred years ago, pirates put phony lighthouses right out by those big rocks, right out there. Ships would set a course by the lights, crash on the rocks; then everybody'd go out and rob 'em blind. Only one thing's changed since then: lights are brighter.
- Commander Kevin Dunne: Rick, tell them! Please, for God's sake, tell them what we got here!
- Rick Santoro: There's no "we", Kevin. You got snake eyes.
- Rick Santoro: Who the hell do you think you are, lady? Sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong. You were a number cruncher. Just crunch the goddamn numbers.
- Rick Santoro: I'm betting that the redhead you followed is the same person who told Tyler to throw the fight. She's one. Shooter's two. Tyler's three. The drunk who shouted the signal is four and whoever was on the other end of that radio is five. Five people make a conspiracy, right?
- Commander Kevin Dunne: This isn't a beach town anymore. It's a sewer.
- Rick Santoro: But it's my sewer, Jiminy, and I love it. I kick around about six square blocks. Everybody knows me. I got the whole town wired. Someday, if I manage to get my face on TV a few times, maybe I'll run for mayor or something, but that's as far as I want to go. Because I was made for this sewer, baby,
- [stands up, arms outstretched]
- Rick Santoro: and I am the king!
- Mickey Alter: I think it would show more respect if you address my client as "Mr. Tyler".
- Rick Santoro: I'll call him "Mr. T"! The night he beat Rocky Balboa, if he wants.
- Rick Santoro: I looked at the fight tape, Lincoln! Yeah! It was a phantom punch! A little bad Hollywood acting, but the athletic commission might find it interesting! And a second after you go down, an assassin fires ... well, that's some coincidence. I guess they don't call you the executioner for nothin'! And you signed my kid's autograph!