One thing about Liam Neeson is that he never gives up. But we can’t all be Liam Neeson.

My kids are in the car so I'm gonna do whatever they tell me. Take all my money, I don't care. Oh, and we get to sit in the car and drive around all day? Sounds good.

I told my FBI Director boss that I want to retire to spend time with my daughter, Amanda, and my granddaughter, Natalie. I'm not getting pulled back in for one last job.

I retired for a reason, you know? Let me focus on healing.

Rogue wolves, snowstorms, roughneck oil rig workers? Nah, I'm Australian; I've never even been in snow like this. It's not happening.

What do you mean I have to drive across 300 miles of ice that may or may not collapse? Is there another option?

Sorry, if I am required to run all night we are not doing this.

I guess it depends how much I love my wife—but waking up to find someone else has taken over my identity, job, and marriage is an existential crisis I don't think I have the resources to fight. I'm starting a new life in Europe.

The money was good so I gave it a shot, but things have gotten too dramatic. I'm out, and I'm taking the 1930s Los Angeles heiress with me.

I gave back the money I stole in the bank robbery! I did my part. Leave me alone.

"Find one passenger for $100k" sounds like easy money until it's actually a sprawling conspiracy involving your job, your family, and a moving train. Keep your money.

Although get me a coat like that and I may be able to stretch it to two.

I'm going to find someone's emotional support animal and then keep carrying on. You don't just give up at 40,000 feet.

You take my child and I have my own very particular set of skills that would be put to use in this situation.