- Michelette: How would you feel if you'd been dead a day and a half and someone brought your more bad news?
- Nun: [Aims shotgun at Alex] If you're a praying man, I'd start.
- Alex Furlong: Sister.
- Nun: Don't '*Sister* me! Get the hell up. What are you and why are you here?
- Alex Furlong: I don't know what I am... or where. Maybe I died? What was it they called me?
- Nun: Pathetic?
- Alex Furlong: No. A Freejack.
- Nun: [Gasps] Holy shit.
- Alex Furlong: Man, if it's come down to this. What's the point?
- Eagle Man: He Riddles me. The ancient riddle: "What's the point?" Have you ever seen an eagle flying back to his home with dinner for the Mrs. and all the little eagle babies. And he's flying against the wind and he's flying in the rain and he's flying through bullets and all kinds of hell, and then right at that moment when he's about to get back to his nest, he says, "What the fuck, it's a drag being an eagle" and right then two little x'es comes across his eyes just like in the old fashion cartoons. And he goes plunging down, and down and down and BAM. He's just a splatter of feathers and then we don't have the national bird of America no more. Did you ever see that?
- Alex Furlong: No.
- Eagle Man: Me Neither. Eagle's got too much self-respect. How's yours?
- Time Travel Technician #1: I wouldn't dance to it, but that's a pulse.
- Michelette: Why, Victor, who do you think you're talking to?
- Victor Vacendak: I know who I'm talking to Mark...
- [Tosses Michelette's expensive Faberge Egg to him; it breaks]
- Victor Vacendak: ... an asshole.
- Michelette: [Slams broken egg onto desk]
- [Barks]
- Michelette: Get out!
- Alex Furlong: How the hell do you eat river rat?
- Eagle Man: Well, first you gotta cut off the head and the tail, and then you gut it. Then it's all a matter of the sauce. You don't just plop down a rodent on a plate and say here's your river rat would you like red wine or white with 'em. Not that there's any wine around here anyway.
- Alex Furlong: [Inebriated during a television interview] I know someone who's trying to bring me in. Goes by the name Vacendak.
- [Grabs interviewer's microphone]
- Alex Furlong: Well, I got a special message for you.
- [Imitating Arnold Schwarzenegger from Terminator]
- Alex Furlong: Fuck you, asshole!
- [laughs]
- Alex Furlong: No one's bringing me in.
- [Knocks camera aside]
- Alex Furlong: Give it up, Vacendak. You couldn't catch a cold. You couldn't catch the clap in a whorehouse!
- [after watching Furlong jumping to the river]
- Victor Vacendak: you drink any of that, I'll be out of a job
- Newswoman: So how do you like it here?
- Alex Furlong: [drunk] I don't. Everybody's chasing me.
- Newswoman: What is it they all want?
- Alex Furlong: My body.
- Newswoman: Mmmm...
- [to the camera]
- Newswoman: self-absorbed type.
- Alex Furlong: [Being pinned down by gunfire] We're trapped.
- Boone: What do you mean 'we', white man?
- [Smiles]
- Boone: Just kidding.
- Alex Furlong: [Discussing the future of their relationship] What about us?
- Julie Redlund: "Us" was eighteen years ago.
- Alex Furlong: It's two days for me. Two days, Julie.
- Julie Redlund: Let him go Mac!
- Ian McCandless: Sorry, Ju it either him or me.
- Victor Vacendak: Too bad, I got used to him, I don't make a lot friends in this bussiness.
- Alex Furlong: Who said be friends.
- Earnhart: [commenting on another failure to bring in Furlong, while both standing in a lift] I have a feeling the client's going to be really pissed!
- Michelette: When I want your opinion, I'll give it you.
- Julie Redlund: Coming out of the turn, if you'd of hit the brakes a second sooner, that would have been fabulous.
- Alex Furlong: Wait a minute. You drive your typewriter - and I'll drive my race car.
- Julie Redlund: Oh, man. Alex, it's a computer. You are such an asshole. Computer!
- Brad: I got some guys I want you to meet.
- Alex Furlong: Brad, I thought we had a deal.
- Brad: Yeah. You do all the drivin' and I do all the jivin'. Any careful planning for the future, must include a little ass-kissing. So, come on, pucker up.
- Julie Redlund: It was a slip of the tongue, Alex.
- Alex Furlong: Well, I like that slip. I like that tongue too!
- [kiss]
- Brad: Did I oversell this kid, gentlemen? I think not. More than just the hottest rookie driver on the circuit. He's photogenic. He's telegenic. He's drug-free and he's real good to his Mom. Is that a face that'll sell motor oil, or what?
- Woman in Apartment: Oh, my God. He's a Freejack!
- Alex Furlong: A what?
- Man in Apartment: We can't help you. Can't anybody help you. Get away - or I'll call Central. Now move! Move!
- Mr. Plugs: Hello son, Champion Spark Plugs.
- Alex Furlong: Nice to meet you, Mr. Plugs. Will you excuse for a second, please.
- [walks away]
- Brad: Jimmy Connors attitude.
- [forced laugh]
- Brad: Alex!
- Brad: This is remarkable. You know, I've never seen a Freejack before. Heard about 'em, sure. That's when I first figured out that's what probably happened to you back then. Seen 'em on the TV, sure. But touch one? One I know? One that's alive? Remarkable.
- Alex Furlong: Why do they want me, Brad?
- Brad: Because you died, man. Spectacularly! Incredible piece of videotape. You should see it sometime. It's because they know exactly where and when, you cat, that you're a candidate for retrieval. Space-time coordinates. The shit's still raw, but got it perfected fine.
- Nun: Some rich son of a bitch dies, they save his mind in a *huge* computer, they call the "Spiritual Switchboard". There is *nothing* spiritual about that. Sometimes I wonder if the good Lord has forsaken us all, to be lettin' this kind of shit go on. Then, they transfer his mind to your body. That's his ticket to immortality.
- Alex Furlong: What do you mean, like a - a brain transplant?
- Nun: No, no! A *mind* transplant. Electronically, your mind will be utterly annihilated.
- Brad: Hey man, don't look around here. This ain't my pad. Around here you either hide what you got or you lose it.
- Morgan: Listen, things have changed. There's people at the top. There's people at the bottom. There's no one in between.
- Alex Furlong: I'm beat.
- Eagle Man: You think so?
- Alex Furlong: Yeah. Pretty much.
- Eagle Man: Well, then you're beat. A man thinks he's beat, he's beat.
- Julie Redlund: [on a video phone call] Where are you?
- Ian McCandless: In Sydney. I wanted to be near the opera for when the fat lady sings.
- Alex Furlong: You don't need a new body. You need a new soul. And you don't have a machine that will give you that.
- Julie Redlund: Are we really going to do this?
- Alex Furlong: Stranger things have happened. Now, come on, buckle up!
- Brad: You look too healthy.
- Alex Furlong: What? I'm walkin'.
- Brad: You're standin' out, man. You got no idea the heat that's on you. Slow down. Walk with a limp. Think sick. Better. If you look like poison, no one's gonna want to touch you. You gotta look messed up. Like me!
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