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.