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] Crooked cops. Do they come in any other way? If I'd been just a little dumber, I could have joined the force myself.
] I've got a few minutes. Porter
: So go boil an egg.
] Not many people know what their life's worth is. I do. Seventy grand. That's what they took from me. And that's what I was going to get back.
: We went for breakfast... in Canada. We made a deal; if she'd stop hookin', I'd stop shooting people.
: Maybe we were aiming high.
[Porter has just threatened to kill Carter while talking to Bronson on the phone
: Are you threatening me? Porter
: I'm not threatening you, I'm threatening Carter.
: [answering phone
] What the hell's going on? Porter
: You were right not to trust me.
[Bomb, planted earlier by Bronson's Outfit, is triggered by answering the phone and explodes
[after Porter shoots Val in the leg and puts a cigarette in his mouth
: You got a light? Val Resnick
: What? Porter
: You got a light? Val Resnick
: No. Porter
: Then what good are you?
[Porter shoots Resnick in the face
: Who makes the decisions? Carter
: Well, a committee would make the decision in this case... Porter
: One man... you go high enough you always come to one man... who?
: Beauty of the Chows is that they won't go to the cops. They keep everything in house... and, they don't feel pain the way we do. Porter
: You notice anything about those guys, Val? Val Resnick
: They look nasty... probably all Kung Fu-motherfuckers. Why, did I miss something? Porter
: They weren't wearing their seatbelts.
] You'd think after five months of lying on my back, I would have given up any idea of getting even, just be a nice guy and call it a day. Nice guys are fine: you have to have somebody to take advantage of... but they always finish last.
] GSW: that's what the hospitals call it: gunshot wound. Doctor has to report it to the police. That makes it hard for guys in my line to get what I call, quality health care.
] Nobody likes a monkey on his back: I had three, and they were cramping my style. I was gonna' have to lighten the load.
: You said it: they're not going to stop until they bury us... Rosie
: So?... Porter
: So we bury them first.
[Porter is asking Rosie about Resnick's whereabouts
: How strong are you, Porter? Personally, I think you are the strongest man I have ever met. But I wonder if it's enough. Porter
: For what? Rosie
: If I know you, you want this Resnick guy for something he won't like. Porter
: Yeah, I'm gonna kill him. Rosie
: That's something he won't like.
: Meet the nastiest damn dog who ever lived. Porter
: What's 'is name? Rosie
: "Porter". He took your job after you left. He's just as tough but he won't leave me.
[nuzzling the dog
: Will you, baby?
: What are you doing this for, man? Is it the principle of the thing? Porter
: Stop it, I'm getting misty.
[starts to walk out
: And tell him it's $70,000! Fairfax
: $70,000? Hell, my suits are worth more than that!
: [narrating, after watching his wife stumble home in a drugged state
] Old habits die hard, I guess... if you don't kick 'em, they kick you. Ain't marriage grand?
: [begging for change
] Help a cripple! Help a homeless! Help a Vietnam vet walk again! Help a cripple! Thank you, sir! Help a Veitnam vet walk again! Help a cripple! Thank you, sir!
[Poter grabs all of the money out of the homeless man's hat. Homeless man stands and yells at Porter
] Homeless Man
: Hey, what the fuck you doin! Porter
: [chokes the homeless man
] Shut up, I cured ya'!
: I'll get you your money, but you're never gonna' live to enjoy it. Porter
: You let me worry about that. Here's the deal: I want you to deliver the money yourself. Bronson
: You're one hell of an optimist. What in the world makes you think I'm gonna' deliver the money myself? Porter
: Well if you don't you'll never see little Johnny again... Didn't come home from the fight last night, did he? He's a good lookin' kid, but I think you indulge him too much. I told him so. Bronson
: Bullshit. You haven't got him. You wouldn't be that stupid. Porter
: My Dad never bought me a Ferrari. I had to steal my first one. Nice inscription on the keychain. A little sappy. Want me to read it? Bronson
: You're dead Porter. Nobody fucks with my family. You hear me? You're a dead man. Porter
: That's Johnny, Mr Bronson, unless you turn up with the money... Is that a yes?... What's a matter? Cat got your crotch? Hmmm? Some decisions are hard, Mr. Bronson. Bronson
: Where? Porter
: I'll let you know. I'll be in touch.
[Porter's stolen card has been cancelled while he is dining in
: Sir, your credit card has been rejected. Porter
: Impossible. Waiter
: Well, I tried it three times. Do you have any other form of payment? Porter
: Try it again.
[the waiter walks away, Porter grabs all his cash and leaves the restuarant
[as soon as Porter enters Carter's office, he knocks out his two bodyguards, and takes one of their guns
: Bravo. Sit down.
: My compliments. They were two of my best. Porter
: No, they weren't. They lull too easily.
: There's something you want from me. Porter
: Val Resnick gave you a hundred and thirty thousand dollars... Carter
: He paid us. It was a debt. Porter
: Seventy thousand dollars of it is mine, and I want it back. Carter
: I'm sorry. Resnick told me, but I seem to have misplaced your name. Porter
: Porter. Carter
: Porter, right. I won't forget it again.
: [calming her dog
] He's the meanest damn dog that ever lived. Porter
: What's his name? Rosie
: [after inspecting pile of valuable watches
] I'll give you 900 for this. Porter
: [indicating gun hanging on wall rack
] Let me see that Magnum.
[Pawnbroker takes watches, points to gun as if to ask "This one?"
: That's it.
[Pawnbroker hands him the gun, Porter proceeds to test it out with finesse
: 500 and the gun. Pawnbroker
] Uh... I'll need to see some ID. Porter
: Of course.