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A botched mid-air heist results in suitcases full of cash being searched for by various groups throughout the Rocky Mountains.
Eric Qualen: Kill a few people, they call you a murderer. Kill a million and you're a conqueror.
Hal Tucker: Delmar, from me to you, you're an asshole. Delmar: Yeah? And you're a loud-mouth punk slag, who's about to die. Hal Tucker: Maybe. But in a minute I'll be dead, and you, will always be an asshole.
Sarah: Help me! I don't want to die! Gabe: You're not gonna die.
[the jet is about to make an emergency landing after they screwed up] Eric Qualen: Don't bother to buckle up - you may not want to survive this.
Kynette: Time to kill a mountain man. Kynette: It amazes me, in this day and age, when a man would put money before the personal safety of himself and his bitch. Kynette: I wanted you to go to your grave knowing that I'm going to treat the bitch... right! [Gabe suddenly grabs Kynette by the crotch and chest and impales him on a large stalactite]
Eric Qualen: Tucker and Walker, you resiliant bastards! You're still alive!
Gabe: [burning the stolen money] It costs a fortune to heat this place.
Eric Qualen: [watching Kristel assemble the bomb] You'll make a good wife for someone one day. Kristel: You should see me bake a cake.
Eric Qualen: Travers, have you lost your mind? Travers: Have I lost it? Fuckin-A, I've lost it, Qualen! Pure fucking Section Eight!
Eric Qualen: Love is a killer, isn't it?
Eric Qualen: [to Tucker after Gabe has apparently been swept off the mountain during an avalanche] Your friend just had the most expensive funeral in history...