Chicago DEA agent John Hatcher has just returned from Colombia, where his partner was killed in the line of duty by a drug dealer who has since been taken down. As a result of his partner's... See full summary »

Monkey: Hey, you want some blow?
John Hatcher: Yeah, I want some blow. Put your hands where I can see 'em or I'm gonna blow your head off.
Screwface: I want Hatcher dead. I want his family dead. And if you can't kill him, I go kill him, and then I'm gonna kill you.
Nesta: [to Hatcher] Screwface kill me a thousand deaths worse than you. Go find him your fucking self!
[dives through window]
John Hatcher: You bailed out a Jamaican street named Monkey the other day, I want him. This other piece of shit, Screwface, I want him. I know you're a scumbag and a puke, I don't mind that, but give me what I need and I'll leave here a nice guy. If you don't, I'm gonna fuck you up.
Screwface: Look upon this madman! Him dead and him don't even know it!
Screwface: I have a message for you from Tito. He say for you to meet him... in HELL!
Jimmy Fingers: I'll fuckin' sell anything to anybody, Hatcher, except you, man, I wouldn't sell you the sweat off my balls.
John Hatcher: You fuck with my family, you die.
Screwface: Everybody want go heaven. Nobody want dead. Afraid.
John Hatcher: God made men.
John Hatcher: [after roughing up some of the "posse"] Now that's *serious* fun!
Max: Abso-fuckin'-lutely!
Screwface: I want you to meet my sister, Goddess of Fire.
[after killing Screwface and his twin]
John Hatcher: I hope there weren't triplets.
Max: Well?
John Hatcher: One thought he was invincible... the other thought he could fly.
Max: So?
John Hatcher: They were both wrong.
Max: I love giving away all my possessions, it makes me feel real spiritual.
Screwface: Hey, where Nesta man?
Nago: [whispers in his ear] Nesta and Jimmy Fingers are dead at the hotel.
Screwface: Nesta dead. Who do it, the white boy, Hatcher.
[Nago nodes head]
Screwface: [Screwface throws table up and hits gang member with table leg]
Screwface: I want Hatcher dead. I want his family dead. If you can't kill him, I go kill him. Then I'm gonna kill you.
John Hatcher: [to Max] Coach! Put me in! Put me in!
Max: [stunned] Well, I'll be damned. Trouble.
John Hatcher: [grins] That's me.
John Hatcher: [holding up a silenced sniper rifle] My silent partner. A whisper in the ear from *this* girl goes a long way, know what I'm sayin'?
John Hatcher: [after firing a silenced machine gun] Didn't hear a thing, did you? Alright, you heard the slide clicking...
Charles, Jamaican Cop: [after a demo of the submachinegun] Massive cool! Forward Jamaica!