Robbins: You want it? Come and get it.
Marek: I have removed all the heads of state...
[Dumps out sack full of decapitated remains]
Marek: ...I really want to be in charge!
Marek: I could use a man like you! A position on my staff, perhaps... [gestures at the body] we appear to have an opening!
King: [Robbins limps into his newly assigned living quarters] Wipe your feet.
King: Wipe your feet! The average bare foot carries over six million germs.
Robbins: [Looks down] Wow, we're talking over 1.2 billion then, huh?
Marek: ...that's not funny [he suddenly decapites his opponent]
Marek: HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA! Now, that's funny!
Warden: You have come here from all over the world because society has no further use for you. The international prison system has given up all hopes of your rehabilitation. This place will now be your holding pen untill your death. Because death is the only way out. There is no chance of reprieve here, No possibility of escape. You are condemned. Either accept it... Or die...
Marek: Now, anyone who would like to disagree with me, would you please raise your right hand. [Looks around] If you've got one.
Warden: Was there something you wanted to add?
Robbins: Don't ever turn your back on me again.
Marek: First prize is a chance to live, second prize... you really don't want to hear what the second prize is.
The Father: You've got a terrible case of "nobody tells me what to do".