Alice Marshall: I'm 12 years old. In the caveman days I'd be having children
of my own.
President James Marshall: That's called progress.
Grace: She couldn't stay your little girl forever Jim.
President James Marshall: I know. But I was hoping she could wait until she was
14 or 15... or 50.
President James Marshall: If this works, you get to be Postmaster General.
President James Marshall: Peace isn't merely the absence of conflict, but the
presence of justice.
Egor Korshunov: You who murdered a hundred thousand Iraqis to save a nickel on a
gallon of gas are going to lecture me on the rules of war!? Well DON'T.
Alice Marshall: You are a monster, and my father is a great man. You're nothing
like my father!
General Northwood: Nobody does this to the United States. The President will get
his baseball glove back and play catch with this guy's balls!
President James Marshall: Did you hear my speech?
Grace Marshall: Yeah.
President James Marshall: Yeah?
Grace Marshall: You're gonna get yourself re-elected.
President James Marshall: That's what I keep telling them.
President James Marshall: GET OFF MY PLANE!
President James Marshall: The dead remember our indifference. The dead remember
President James Marshall: The truth is, we acted too late. Only when our own
national security was threatened, did we act.
President James Marshall: Never again will I allow our political self-interest
to deter us from doing what we know to be morally right. Atrocity and terror are
not political weapons. And to those who would use them, your day is over. We
will never negotiate. We will no longer tolerate and we will no longer be
afraid. It's your turn to be afraid.
Egor Korshunov: The President is safe -- but then you must know that. He ran
from here like a whipped dog! I'm sure you can't wait for him to get back to
making the decisions so you can stop... sweating... through that silk blouse of
Vice President Kathryn Bennett: What are your intentions?
Egor Korshunov: What arrogance ... to think you could ever understand my
Egor Korshunov: When you talk to the President, you might remind him that I am
holding his wife, his daughter, his chief of staff, his national security
advisor, his classified papers -- and his baseball glove!
[Crossing three wires blindly.]
President James Marshall: I'm counting on you, red, white and blue.
Egor Korshunov: Your national security advisor has just been executed. He's a
very good negotiator. He bought you another half hour.
President James Marshall: I trusted you with my life!
Agent Gibbs: So will the next president!
Melanie Mitchel: Mr. President, the Russian news crew is with us. I told them
you'd give them a sound bite about life in the White House.
President James Marshall: There *is* no life in the White House!