The Bodyguard (1992)
Sy Spector: Bill said you used to be with the Secret Service.
Frank: That's right.
Sy Spector: Ever guard the main man?
Frank: I was two years with Carter, four with Reagan.
Sy Spector: Reagan got shot!
Frank: Not on my shift.
Frank: [shakes the weathered intercom speaker] Frank Farmer to see Miss Marron.
Intercom voice: [static hiss] What?
Frank: Alexander Graham Bell, to see Miss Marron.
Intercom voice: You got an appointment?
Frank: Yeah... the atomic number of zinc is thirty.
Intercom voice: All right.
[gate opens to let Frank enter]
Rachel: Well, you don't look like a bodyguard.
Frank: What'd you expect?
Rachel: Well, I don't know, maybe a tough guy?
Frank: This is my disguise.
Frank Farmer: We're adding to your duties. You're my new assistant.
Henry: Says who?
Frank Farmer: Henry, I've spent a lot of time guarding people all over the world, and I've found one thing to be true - no matter how incompetent the assassins, no matter how much they miss their target, there's always one person who always gets hit.
Frank Farmer: The cocky black chauffeur.
Rachel: Will you grab that jacket for me? The red one, please?
Frank: I'm here to keep you alive, not help you shop.
Rachel: You know, Farmer, you're a self-righteous son of a bitch.
Rachel: And don't you laugh at me! Don't you dare judge me!
Frank: Oh, give me a break, will ya? I didn't tell you to fuck everybody in the hotel!
Woman in Green: [approaching Frank] I've been watching you all night from across the room.
Frank: Why don't you go back there. Keep watching.
Frank: [after Nicki kisses him] You're a lovely woman.
Nicki Marron: But you don't want me. I'm surprised. Thorough fellow like yourself. Why stop at one sister when you could have fucked them both?
Frank: I make my mistakes.
Nicki Marron: But you didn't say no to the boss.
Rachel: You afraid I might get picked off in my snazzy running suit?
Frank: No, I'm afraid that I might have to jog with you.
Rachel: And you're ready to die for me?
Frank: It's the job.
Rachel: And you'd do it? Why?
Frank: I can't sing.
Fletcher 'Fletch' Marron: You're the new bodyguard aren't you.
Frank: [Smiles] What do you know about it?
Fletcher 'Fletch' Marron: I've got ears.
Frank: Well i'll remember that!
Rachel: [after Frank has killed the culprit and is lying on the stage bleeding] It's not my blood! It's not me!
[They get ready to restrain Frank]
Rachel: Wait! He's my Bodyguard! Get some help!
Rachel: Stay with me! Frank! Stay with me!
Devaney: [In the limo] Tony, you remember what you are supposed to be doign?
Frank: Relax, Tony knows what he is doing.
Rachel: Nothing is going to happen will you lighten up.
Rachel: Unless I don't win the fricken award.
[She laughs and Sy gives her a glare]
Rachel: Geez, what a group! You know what, fuck it! I'm tired of worrying about it.
Frank: It's Portman, the guy from Miami!
Tony: Right, pencil neck?
Frank: Aw, Christ, I told you why! I - I can't protect you like this.
Rachel: So that's it for me? That's it?
Rachel: Well, I don't believe it!
Frank: Well, you can live with it, or you can fire me.
Rachel: But I can't fuck you.
Rachel: [sees her son, Fletcher, getting into a boat] You know, Fletcher can't swim very well.
Herb Farmer: I guess he'd better stay in the boat, then.
Fletcher 'Fletch' Marron: What are you afraid of?
Frank: I'm af - I'm afraid of not being there.
Frank: [when asked how he uncovered the identity of the assassin] They don't wash cars on the upper level.
Frank: This house is wide open.
Sy Spector: Excuse me?
Frank: I said this house is wide open and you people have no clue what real security is or what it takes to achieve it.
Rachel: And I want to be able to eat brunch with my friends.
Frank: So go on Tuesdays.
Sy Spector: Tuesday morning brunch? Where'd you get this guy, Bill?
Rachel: But I can't go out on a date because you have to be with me every minute. I mean, what if he wants to invite me up to his place afterwards? Are you gonna come too?
Rachel: I don't trust discipline. I know, at that crucial moment, I'd cop out.
Rachel: What's going on, Frank?
Frank: I want to keep it straight in my head what job I'm doing.
Rachel: And what is that exactly? Making me feel like shit?
Nicki Marron: [to Frank, referring to Rachel] Everybody said she was a sure thing... But of course, you already knew that.
[as Rachel heads towards the waiting paparazzi]
Frank: Is this really necessary?
Rachel: Quit bitchin', Farmer, this is the part you *do* get paid for!
Rachel: [to Frank] What are you looking at? You've probably never had a heavy night in your whole damn disciplined life.
Frank: The people who hire me, they don't have to be convinced to save their own lives.