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A Witness Protection specialist becomes suspicious of his co-workers when dealing with a case involving high-tech weapons.
[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.
Calderon: Don't you ever get tired of babysitting scumbags? John: Yeah, but in your case I'll make an exception.
John: Drop your gun. Robert: What? John: If you drop your gun now, I promise I won't kill you.
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.
John: Don't move, you're dead. [takes a photo]
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.
John: [to dead alligator] You're luggage!
Father Rodriguez: The police have returned to the saftey of their doughnut shops.
Tony Two Toes: No one screws with the union!
[John parachutes into a junkyard] John: Where is this? Camille: Earth. Welcome.
Hostage Taker: [while holding a woman at gunpoint] You're early. Robert: You're late. [shoots the suspect]
John: I work alone, you know that. Robert: Not today.
Donahue: We're way beyond bullshit here.
[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...
Robert: You know, some people take things for granted, like the ability to chew solid food.
[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. Only... do me one favor. Don't let it out that I'm straight, all right? I don't wanna break any hearts or nothing. John: Trust me.
John: Do you remember when you told me that if I ever needed anything, I could come to you? Johnny C: Yes. John: Well, I need your help. Johnny C: Wait, you want my help? John: Yes... right now. Johnny C: You got it! [to the bartender] Johnny C: Evan! Look, cover me at the bar for a few seconds. I gotta go home and help out a friend here. Evan the Bartender: [looking at John] Who is he? He looks rough! Johnny C: Please, don't start. It's not what you think. John: I'm sorry, do you two need a moment alone? Johnny C: We're fine, thanks. John: Just an idea. Johnny C: Evan here just... worries about me. He and I... [John smirks at Johnny insinuating what it means] Johnny C: Don't ask!
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.
Perimeter Guy: [on his walkie-talkie] Sir, I have a situation here. Tony Two Toes: [to Dock Guard] You certainly do.
John: I work alone. If anyone comes to you and claims that I sent them... [reveals a gun] John: Use this.
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!
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!
Lee: [On the computer on Donahue's office] Are we near? John: You were right about Donahue, he left himself a back door. But we've still got to break his code. I say that we have about five or six minutes before they trace us. [scrolling through the records] John: Do you recognize any of this? Lee: No. But, we're getting warm, it's an accounting format. John: Okay, stop me if I get lucky. Lee: UBS, United Bank of Syria. John: $52 million? If it's an arms sale, it's a major one. Let's see who their buyer is. Lee: Sergei Ivanovich Petrofski? Who's that? John: [sighs] Bad news. He runs a cartel in the Russian mafia, selling drugs, guns, and influence to some very unpleasant people. [Scrolls lower] John: There it is, delivery date. Tonight, midnight? A thousand units at Baltimore Harbor. Lee: But a thousand units of what? [Screen reveals the item] Lee: An EM gun. John: A *thousand* EM guns. Lee: Are they insane? If these things get offshore... John: There'll be a whole new era of world terrorism.
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?
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.
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.
[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.
Tony Two Toes: Lemme explain somethin' to ya, sonny boy. Nothin' moves off these docks without it don't get loaded by the union. I don't see no union people around here. Do you?
[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.
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!
[John knocks down a door and shoots a guy] Lee: You're late! John: Traffic.
John: That weapon, it came from your company, right? Lee: Yes. It's an EMP prototype, it's not even supposed to exist. John: EMP? Lee: Electro-Magnetic Pulse. No gunpowder, no conventional bullets. They fire caseless aluminum shells at nearly the speed of light. John: You're talking about the rail gun? Lee: [surprised] That's right. John: The Navy has been working on those for years. But the smallest one I've ever seen is mounted on a battleship. Lee: Cyrez was contracted to scale them down, design a man-portable version. The most powerful assault rifle on earth. They took millions, then said the physics were impossible. John: It looked real enough to me.
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, but a very good lawyer!
WitSec Ops: Hi, you've just been erased.
[explosions rock the building] Sergei: It seems your friend has arrived. Lee: I'll enjoy introducing him to you.
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!
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?
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.
Robert: Gentlemen, keep your eyes open and your assholes puckered.
Robert: Alright, I want his face all over this windshield.
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.
Lee: I didn't know treason was part of the corporate strategy.
John: Don't move. You're dead.
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.
Donahue: Who do you think we are? We're not the Red Cross. We make weapons, things that kill people.
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: Pull over, up ahead. Johnny C: Alright, I'm gonna help you out here... All we are gonna need is some tanks, a couple of rocket launchers, and a set of balls like, uh... the King of Bayonne.
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?
Robert: Hey, John? That was good work last night. John: I had a good teacher. Robert: Bullshit. You had the best.
Robert: I want this town locked up so tight, it'll make his balls ache.
[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.
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