Brandt: Cleric, I can only hope one day to be as uncompromising as you.
DuPont: Be careful Preston. You're treading on my dreams.
Brandt: Mind the uniform Cleric. [unsheathes a katana] Brandt: I plan to be wearing it for a long time.
Robbie Preston: [Mutes TV] John? John Preston: Yes? Robbie Preston: I saw Robbie Taylor crying today. He didn't know, but I saw. Do you think I should report him? John Preston: Unquestionably.
Mary: What... what'll you do? John Preston: ...I don't know.
[trying to convince a group of rebels that he's letting them escape] John Preston: Go. Go, damn you! [sees another rebel being shot and knows this group will be next] John Preston: Get out of here, God damn it! If you don't, you're dead! Rebel: Don't...
John Preston: Then I have no choice but to remand you to the Palace of Justice for processing. Mary: Processing. You mean execution, don't you? John Preston: Processing.
John Preston: You're an offender! Reading Room Proprietor: I'm not! John Preston: No? Then why are you so scared of me?
Mary: You can't do this! You cannot do this! John Preston: Tetragrammaton. There's nothing we can't do.
John Preston: When we return from the Nether it always reminds me of why we do what we do. Partridge: It does? John Preston: [pauses; He takes notice of Partridge's intonation] I beg your pardon? Partridge: [Withdraws Prozium-administering device fro...
John Preston: You're absolutely 100% right, sir. DuPont: Of course I am.
Jurgen: Will you do it? John Preston: Yes. Jurgen: Can you? John Preston: I don't know.
