Years ago, Jack Carter left his Seattle home to become a Las Vegas mob casino financial enforcer. He returns for the funeral of his brother Richard 'Richie' after a car crash during a storm... See full summary¬†¬Ľ

Cliff Brumby: [blocking Carter's path] Listen, I don't like it when some tough nut comes pushin' his way in and out of my house in the middle of the night! Bloody well tell me who sent you!
Jack Carter: You're a big man, but you're in bad shape. With me it's a full time job. Now behave yourself.
[Brumby takes a swing at Carter, who grabs his hand, punches him, and then slaps him in the face for good measure]
Jack Carter: [as he's leaving] Goodnight, Mrs. Brumby.
Jack Carter: You know, I'd almost forgotten what your eyes looked like. Still the same. Pissholes in the snow.
Jack Carter: Goodbye Eric.
Cliff Brumby: Getting yourself killed won't bring Richie back. Revenge doesn't work.
Jack Carter: Sure it does.
Jack Carter: A pint of bitter
[snaps fingers as bartender walks away]
Jack Carter: a thin glass!
Gloria Carter: [to Jack] What do you think you're gonna do? Come in here and fix things? You don't fix things, Jack. You break things. Remember?
Edna: [Pointing to a small wooden box that contains Frank's cremated remains] That was left for you this evening... What is it?
Jack Carter: My brother Frank.
Edna: Is he staying the night?
Jack Carter: [not amused] Funny.
Jeremy Kinnear: [to Jack] You know why I like golf, Mr. Carter? 'Cause the ball just keeps going away. The only sport where you hit that little sucker and it doesn't come back at you. I've gotta want to go after it and get it and when I get to it... I just knock it away again. You see what I'm saying, Mr. Carter? Once I get rid of it, I never wanna see it again.
Jack Carter: [naked, pointing a shotgun] Out!
Con McCarty: Come on Jack, put it away. You know you're not going to use it.
Peter: The gun he means!
Jack Carter: [to Albert] Do you want to be dead Albert?
Jack Carter: You drink coffee?
Doreen Carter: Yeah... I smoke too.
Jack Carter: I don't know if that's worth bragging about, do you?
Doreen Carter: Oh? You smoke.
Jack Carter: Well I did, but I just recently quit...
Doreen Carter: Oh, yeah? When?
Jack Carter: Oh, I'd say about... now. So if you don't mind...?
Eric: So, what're you doing then? On your holidays?
Jack Carter: No, I'm visiting relatives.
Eric: Oh, that's nice.
Jack Carter: It would be... if they were still living.
Jack Carter: No. I don't think so.
Jack Carter: [to Margaret] I've come for you, Margaret.
[Anna is having phone sex with Carter when her husband enters the room]
Gerald Fletcher: What's the matter? You got gut trouble or something?
Anna: No, darling. Just doing my exercises.
[in the phone]
Anna: Listen, Janet, Gerald's just walked in. I must ring off.
Jack Carter: I'm off tomorrow, so I don't suppose I'll be seeing you again.
Jack Carter: [Pulls out some large banknotes, giving some to Doreen] Here. Go and get your hair done.
Doreen Carter: Thanks!
Jack Carter: Be good... And don't trust boys.
Jack Carter: So, what's your name?
Jeremy Kinnear: Jeremy Kinnear. Maybe you've read about me in "Forbes".
Jack Carter: No, I don't do that, Jeremy. So, what do you telling me, you're bucks up?
Cliff Brumby: [to Jack] Jack, will you listen to me? For just a minute? I've been in it all my life on both sides of the ocean. And I'm telling you this. If you get mixed up in whatever it was your brother was into. You've got a preatty good chance of winding up exactly the same as he did.
Doreen Carter: You ever shoot anybody?
Jack Carter: You want to know what I do for a living? It's simple. People make promises and they break them. My job's to refresh their memories. That's about it. No big deal.
[Carter offers to give Keith some money after the latter was beaten up by Carter's enemies and is lying down in bed with his face badly bruised]
Keith: Stuff it! My girlfriend is coming from Liverpool tonight! Nice surprise, isn't it?
Jack Carter: [throwing him the money] Here, go get yourself a course in karate.
Cyrus Paice: [to Jack] Hey, Jack, let it go.
Doreen Carter: So what do you do like for work?
Jack Carter: What did your Father tell you?
Doreen Carter: He didn't.
Jack Carter: That's good.
Doreen Carter: Mom said you were a gambler.
Jack Carter: Isn't that illegal?
Doreen Carter: Are you a bookie?
Jack Carter: Bookie? No, more like... like a financial adjuster.
Architect: [Brumby has suddenly disappeared from his meeting with the architects at the car park building] It's very rude to disappear like that. Where can he possibly be?
Architect: [Sounds of police cars converging on the car park can be heard below] I have an awful feeling we're not going to get our fees on this job.
Opening Quote: "That's all we expect of man, this side the grave: his good is - knowing he is bad." - Robert Browning
Con McCarty: [to Jack] Say, Jack, when I said, "You take care of the business or the business will take care of you," did we have a bad connection on the cell, or maybe you weren't listening...
Con McCarty: [to Jack Carter on the phone] Oh, you simple bitch, I'm covering your ass. Do you hear me? I'm covering your ass.
Jack Carter: [on the phone] You'd better cover your own ass.
Edna: What's that gun doing in your room? Suppose I phone the police, told them there's a bloke in my hotel... who's planning to shoot somebody?
Jack Carter: You wouldn't do that.
Edna: How do you know I wouldn't?
Jack Carter: 'Cause I know you wear purple underwear.
Edna: What's that supposed to mean?
Jack Carter: Think about it.
Jack Carter: Come on, let me see your eyes. Come on.
Cyrus Paice: Whatever turns you on, Jack.
[takes his sun glasses off]
Cyrus Paice: Still pretty?
Jack Carter: Yeah. Like cat-piss in the snow.
Jack Carter: How you doing? I'm Jack. Richie's brother.
Eddie: Oh, shit, man. Hi. I'm Eddie. I worked with him over at the George.
Jack Carter: Eddie, let me ask you a question. Was my brother into something?
Eddie: Richie? No, man. He wasn't that type of guy.
Peter: Don't let us interrupt you.
Jack Carter: Now...
Jack Carter: ls this the part,where l'm supposed to be scared?
Gloria Carter: What are you doing?
Jack Carter: What?
Gloria Carter: Why do you care all of a sudden? Because he's dead? Where were you when he was alive?
Eddie: Jack, don't kill me, man.
Jack Carter: You killed yourself.
[Jack Carter drops him off the balcony]
[first lines]
Jack Carter: Hello, Mr. Davis. My name is Jack Carter, and you don't want to know me.
[last lines]
Doreen Carter: Hey, I like the new look.
Jack Carter: Yeah?
Jack Carter: I gotta do something right for once.
Jeremy Kinnear: [on the phone] Damn right that I'm freaking out. I'm a fucking Harvard graduate, I do not do porn!
Jack Carter: [to Geraldine] If you're lying to me.
[Grabs her]
Jack Carter: Look at me. I'm gonna break every beautiful bone in your body.
Jack Carter: You couldn't run an egg and spoon race Eric.
Thorpey: Here. Take this, it's free. Alaska Airlines, first class.
[Thorpey gives Jack Carter an airplane ticket]
Jack Carter: That's nice. And who do I have to thank?
Thorpey: I've been asked to make sure you get on that plane. Tonight!
[Jack Carter throws the ticket away]
Jack Carter: [laughing] Whatever they're paying you, it ain't gonna be enough.
Jack Carter: I think he was taken out.
Cliff Brumby: Taken out? Richie?
Jack Carter: [to Margaret] Take your clothes off.
Edna: What are you going to do?
Jack Carter: I'm going to sit in the car and whistle "Rule Britannia".
Doreen Carter: Why did you leave?
Jack Carter: Well, Doreen that's a long, long story.
Doreen Carter: It's a long, long night.
Doreen Carter: Have you ever been to prison?
[Jack doesn't respond]
Doreen Carter: For how long?
Jack Carter: How about this weather?
Jack Carter: I'm going to give you a second chance. Please don't make me come back.
Jeremy Kinnear: No, I won't Mr. Carter. Thank you.
Jeremy Kinnear: You've been a pretty bad guy Mr. Carter.
Jack Carter: You haven't seen bad yet.
Cliff Brumby: It's been nice knowing you, Jack.
[Walks away]
Jack Carter: [Calling him] Brumby.
Cliff Brumby: I'm not turning around.
Jack Carter: Suit your self.
[shoots him in the back]
[Harry, who's playing poker, is disturbed by Carter's presence in the room]
Harry: Thought you were going soon.
Jack Carter: Soon. When you've lost your money. Won't take long.
Harry: Clever sod, aren't you?
Jack Carter: Only comparatively.
Jeremy Kinnear: Please slow down, you gonna kill us!
Jack Carter: That's the point, Jeremy.
Jeremy Kinnear: [starting to panic] OK. OK, you want money? You want money, just name your price. I have more money than God!
Jack Carter: You need a drink.
[Jack Carter comes with Geraldine in Jeremy Kinnear's office and sees his bodyguard Jimmy]
Jeremy Kinnear: Oh, don't worry about Jimmy. He's... He's more here for decoration.
Jack Carter: You should finish what you start.
Cyrus Paice: Yeah, shit I think you should fix your tie there.
Con McCarty: [to a naked Jack who is pointing a gun] Jack, don't you think you ought to get dressed first.
Bouncer: Sorry Mr. Carter, you're not on the list.
[Jack punches him]
Jack Carter: Nobody likes the list guy.
Jack Carter: Frank wasn't like that. I'm the villain in the family, remember?
Cyrus Paice: [to Jack] Now if you want to do this little dance here for old times sake, Jack, bring it. You're gonna end up like a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest.
[Jack Carter comes on the golf field, steps on the ball and rolls it into hole]
Jack Carter: Nice stroke.
Jeremy Kinnear: Who the fuck are you?
Jack Carter: Tiger Woods.
Eric: Good God!
Jack Carter: Is he?
Jack Carter: You're a big man, but you're out of shape and with me it's a full time job.
Jack Carter: Who do you think you're fuckin' with?
Doreen Carter: You are so freaky!
Jack Carter: Well, we're all a little freaky, Doreen. It's those straight ones you've got to worry about.
Cyrus Paice: Wait a minute, Jack. All of a sudden you care? All of a sudden, what are you, some fuckin' goodguy? Hmm? Hey, you're the bad brother, remember?
Jack Carter: I know who I am.
Albert: For Christ's sake, Jack!
Jack Carter: You knew what I'd do, didn't you Albert?
Albert: I didn't kill him!
Jack Carter: [stabs Albert] I KNOW YOU DIDN'T KILL HIM! I KNOW!
Con McCarty: I'm like a broken frickin' record. If you don't take care of business, the business will take care of you. The business will take care of you!
Jack Carter: I'm taking care of business.

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