- Miles: There's no vote! No democracy! My train is a damn dictatorship, and I'm the damn dictator! So put down that knife, cleaver, or whatever hell you call it - and return to your damn seat! And your damn senses!
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- Mr. Cairo: [running to catch train] Wait! Wait! Wait!
- Miles: Not a good night to miss a train, friend. You have your ticket? Hey, your ticket. You speak English? English? Okay, pay me later. We gotta move out. Bad storm up ahead. It's only gonna get worse. Okay?
- Miles: [on his radio] All right, Walter. Get us out of here.