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Frank is hired to "transport" packages for unknown clients and has made a very good living doing so. But when asked to move a package that begins moving, complications arise.
Tarconi: I always say, the way a man treats his car is how he treats himself.
Frank: Rule #1. Never change the deal.
Lai: He's a bastard, but he's still my father.
Frank: Transportation is a precise business.
Frank: I'd like to do some sight-seeing. Pilot: this plane isn't for tourists [Frank pulls out gun] Frank: I'm not a tourist.
Frank: You don't need your mouth to pee.
[Lai has gun on her father Mr. Kwai] Lai: Please. I beg of you. Stop what you are doing. Mr. Kwai: I do what I do best. I am who I am. Now, if you're going to use that gun then use it. Otherwise, *get this gun out of my face!*
[Lai has gun on Wall Street] Lai: Ten seconds, two choices. One, the information; the papers or your brains on the desk. Now tell me I'm lying.
Lai: You're always complaining, except when we make love. Then you say nothing.
Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt: [about Frank] Hmmm, I like him.
Frank: That's your last pee break for this trip.
Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt: For the record, there aren't 400 people in that container. Only 395 made it here alive.
Tarconi: Monsieur Frank, people with this kind of firepower do not make mistakes about who they visit. Who would want you this dead?
Frank: All right, that's enough juice for now.
Mr. Kwai: The delivery will be made. My daughter will get over it. If I'm lucky, she'll see the light. Frank: Yeah, and if she's lucky, maybe you'll get hit by a truck.
[Mr. Kwai is about to shoot Frank] Frank: I'd rather see it coming. Mr. Kwai: Makes no difference to me.
Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt: [to injured guy in bed] Who did this to you? Guy in hospital: [weakly] The transporter. Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt: The transporter's dead. Guy in hospital: [weakly] No. Believe me. He isn't. Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt: I believe you. And the police were they here? [comes up close to injured guy and starts wiping the sweat off from his mouth using his handkerchief] Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt: You told them nothing right? Guy in hospital: No. Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt: Of course, you couldn't. Let's keep it that way. [Jams the handkerchief down the guy's throat choking him to death] Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt: [Life support machine sounds the flat line] Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt: [removes the cord and hooks it up to the other guy's connector monitor, and the machine stops making the flat lines sound]
Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt: Poor Frank. What'd she tell you? That we're smuggling people in containers. You know *Lai's* a great name for her.