Mark Shermin: Have people from your world been here before?
Starman: Before, yes. We are interested in your species.
Mark Shermin: You mean you’re some kind of an anthropologist? Is that what you’re doing here? Just checking us out?
Starman: You are a strange species. Not like any other. And you’d be surprised how many there are. Intelligent but savage. Shall I tell you what I find beautiful about you? [Shermin nods] You are at your very best when things are worst.
Bob Hauk: There was an accident. About an hour ago, a small jet went down inside New York City. The President was on board.
Snake Plissken: President of what?
Bob Hauk: That’s not funny, Plissken. You go in, find the President, bring him out in 24 hours, and you’re a free man.
Snake Plissken: 24 hours, huh?
Bob Hauk: I’m making you an offer.
Snake Plissken: Bullshit!
Bob Hauk: Straight just like I said.
Snake Plissken: I’ll think about it.
Bob Hauk: No time. Give me an answer.
Snake Plissken: Get a new president!
Bob Hauk: We’re still at war, Plissken. We need him alive.
Snake Plissken: I don’t give a fuck about your war. . .or your president.
Bob Hauk: Is that your answer?
Snake Plissken: I’m thinking about it.
Bob Hauk: Think hard.
Snake Plissken: [beat] Why me?
Bob Hauk: You flew the Gullfire over Leningrad. You know how to get in quiet. You’re all I got.
Snake Plissken: I guess I go in one way or the other. . .doesn’t mean shit to me. All right. . .I’ll do it. Give me the pardon paper.
Bob Hauk: When you come out.
Snake Plissken: Before.
Bob Hauk: I told you I wasn’t a fool, Plissken.
Snake Plissken: Call me Snake.