Donahue:
We're way beyond bullshit here.
Sal:
[
referring to a sniper perched atop a crane] You think I can hit that guy from here?
Johnny C:
Give it a rest, Sal. You couldn't hit the ground even if you fell on it.
Morehart:
This is James Haggarty, our chief of security.
Robert:
Hey, you ever done any wetwork?
James Haggerty:
Only on three different continents.
Robert:
Wow, really? Listen, you wanna impress me, slick? Do your fucking job!
Father Rodriguez:
The police have returned to the saftey of their doughnut shops.
John:
Lee, this is Father Rodriguez.
Lee:
How do you do?
Father Rodriguez:
Of course, I wasn't always Father Rodriguez. You might say I was born again, with a little help from our friend here.
John:
Some of his Colombian associates wanted to introduce him to God personally.
Father Rodriguez:
I've been given a second chance at life. I'm using it to do God's work.
Robert:
You know, some people take things for granted, like the ability to chew solid food.
Robert:
Gentlemen, keep your eyes open and your assholes puckered.
Robert:
I want this town locked up so tight, it'll make his balls ache.
Tony Two Toes:
No one screws with the union!
[
the phone rings]
Undersecretary of Defense Daniel Harper:
It's for you.
[
takes the phone]
Robert:
Yeah?
John:
[
over phone] You've just been erased.
John:
[
to dead alligator] You're luggage!
[
John parachutes into a junkyard]
John:
Where is this?
Camille:
Earth. Welcome.
Robert:
[
after John hits him with a concealed throwing knife] John, I can't believe you nailed me with this cheap piece of mail-order shit!
Tony Two Toes:
There they are. Commie bastards!
Mikey:
They're not communists any more, Tony. They're a federation of independent liberated states.
Tony Two Toes:
Don't make me hurt you, Mikey.
Calderon:
Don't you ever get tired of babysitting scumbags?
John:
Yeah, but in your case I'll make an exception.
Robert:
Listen, have I given you an evaluation yet.
Deputy Monroe:
Evaluation?
Robert:
Yeah.
[
shoots Monroe]
Robert:
A-plus, kid.
[
his hands are now bloody]
Robert:
Ah man, can somebody get me a wet-nap or something?
Calderon:
Hey, who does this guy think he is?
Robert:
Who, him? Well, he thinks he's the best guy in the game. I think he's right. Try not to piss him off, okay?
John:
I work alone. If anyone comes to you and claims that I sent them...
[
reveals a gun]
John:
Don't move, you're dead.
[
takes a photo]
[
John knocks down a door and shoots a guy]
Lee:
You're late!
John:
Traffic.
John:
Drop your gun.
Robert:
What?
John:
If you drop your gun now, I promise I won't kill you.
Robert:
Alright, I want his face all over this windshield.
[
explosions rock the building]
Sergei:
It seems your friend has arrived.
Lee:
I'll enjoy introducing him to you.
Robert:
Turn this thing around.
Pilot:
I've got a may-day, I'm trying to keep us in the air!
Robert:
I said turn around and take him out now!
John:
I work alone, you know that.
Robert:
Not today.
[
John wakes up from a drug-induced sleep]
Robert:
Confused, pal? New York.
John:
You're off course.
Robert:
No, no we're not. You're gonna take us to her John.
[
John reaches for his gun. Robert holds up his gun in a plastic bag]
Robert:
You did a very, very bad thing, John. You killed Monroe. Now that makes you the mole.
John:
No, that makes you a murderer.
Donahue:
Who do you think we are? We're not the Red Cross. We make weapons, things that kill people.
Lee:
I didn't know treason was part of the corporate strategy.
Agent:
This is Special Agent John Kruger. He'll be handling your personal security.
Lee:
My protection?
John:
New identity, relocation, I'll take you through it step by step.
Lee:
What are you talking about? I'm not going anywhere!
John:
You're in an extremely high risk situation, Miss Cullen. That should've been explained to you.
John:
A major defense contractor is selling to terrorists on the black market.
[
Tony and his whole crew start laughing]
Tony Two Toes:
Mr. Sixty Minutes, tell me something I don't know.
John:
It's happening tonight, on your docks.
Tony Two Toes:
[
stops laughing] *That* I didn't know.
[
the limousine that Daniel Harper, Robert Deguerin, and Morehart were trapped in was just hit by a train]
Lee:
What happened?
John:
They caught a train.
Perimeter Guy:
[
on his walkie-talkie] Sir, I have a situation here.
Tony Two Toes:
[
to Dock Guard] You certainly do.
Nurse:
Oh my God! Terrorists!
Johnny C:
Terror? I'll show you some freakin' terror! Get your ass up here, I'll jump-start it!
[
Johnny C is working as a bartender in a drag club. John comes to see him]
Johnny C:
I got one question: was it your idea to hook me up with the Village People here?
John:
Well, you're safe, aren't you?
Johnny C:
Well, from the mob, yeah. I mean no self-respecting wiseguy would ever be caught dead in a joint like this.
Tony Two Toes:
[
counting the union rep payee envelopes] Hey, Mikey. You're one payment short.
Mikey:
Oh, that's Louis. He didn't pay.
Tony Two Toes:
He didn't pay? Why?
Mikey:
He needed a few extra days to come up with the money, so I told him it was okay.
Tony Two Toes:
You going soft on me, Mikey? What exactly did he say?
Johnny C:
He said, "Tell that fat fuck, Tony Two Toes, I ain't payin' another dime!"
Tony Two Toes:
I know that voice... but it can't be him, unless he's a ghost.
Johnny C:
[
walks into room] Boo.
[
after blowing up a building with John inside]
Robert:
Okay, I think it's safe to say we got him.
Schiff:
He's toast.
Calderon:
I think we even got the roaches.
Robert:
Hey, John? That was good work last night.
John:
I had a good teacher.
Robert:
Bullshit. You had the best.
Robert:
Good morning, gentlemen.
Undersecretary of Defense Daniel Harper:
Shut up! You mind telling me what the hell's going on?
Robert:
I'll have the situation contained in 24 hours.
Undersecretary of Defense Daniel Harper:
Not good enough! The shipment goes down tonight.
Robert:
Everything is going as planned. But the first thing we've got to do is cancel that shipment.
Undersecretary of Defense Daniel Harper:
And what do you propose we do with 10 tons of assault weaponry that's not supposed to exist?
Robert:
I am the eyes and ears of your world, gentlemen, and I'm telling you, there's too much heat.
Undersecretary of Defense Daniel Harper:
You don't get it. The money has already changed hands. These are not the type of people you cancel on!
Robert:
Listen...
Undersecretary of Defense Daniel Harper:
No, you listen! The disk, the girl, the guns. By dawn they don't exist. Are we clear?
Robert:
Yes, sir. Crystal.
Johnny C:
You want me to help you break into Cyrez?
John:
Yeah.
Johnny C:
What, are you shitting me? When you said you needed my help, I thought you wanted me to help you move a sofa or something.
John:
You won't help us?
Johnny C:
No, no, I promised you that I'd help you with anything. Now, what were're gonna need is a few tanks, a couple of rocket launchers, and a pair of balls like the King of Bayonne.
Sal:
We heard you got whacked.
Johnny C:
Yeah, must have been some other guy.
Tony Two Toes:
Yeah? Was it some other guy who ratted out Vincenzo Canelli?
Johnny C:
Hey, Canelli's a piece of shit.
Tony Two Toes:
I got no love for Canelli, either. But you crossed the line, Johnny.
Johnny C:
Hey, I'm still here.
Tony Two Toes:
Nah, that don't matter. What you did was wrong, John.
John:
[
entering] No, what he did got a drug dealer and his poison off the streets.
Tony Two Toes:
Whose da tree trunk?
[
after killing the thugs sent to murder Johnny C, John arranges their bodies on the lawn of his house, shoots them with a silenced pistol, then puts the guns in their hands]
John:
They killed you, then they turned on each other.
Johnny C:
Right. Those sons of bitches...
Tony Two Toes:
Lemme explain somethin' to ya, sonny boy. Nothin' moves off these docks without it don't get loaded by the union.
WitSec Ops:
Hi, you've just been erased.
Tony Two Toes:
We're from the local 129th, sonny.
Mikey:
We heard you was loading a ship without the assistance of bonefide union labor. Say it ain't so.
Johnny C:
[
while Posing as a Pizza Delivery guy and being pinned to the wall by Cyrez Guards] Hey. I've got a bad heart and a *very* good lawyer.
Hostage Taker:
[
while holding a woman at gunpoint] You're early.
Robert:
You're late.
[
shoots the suspect]
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