The Devil's Own (1997)
Rory: Don't look for a happy ending. It's not an American story. It's an Irish one.
[Referring to the men who shot Rory's father]
Tom O'Meara: Did they catch the fuckers?
Rory: They were the fuckers.
Tom O'Meara: What's the money for? I was thinkin' guns. I was thinkin' IRA.
Rory: I need that money Tom!
Tom O'Meara: Why? So other eight-year-olds can watch their fathers gunned down in front of 'em? If this money leaves here, more people will die. Can you tell me that won't happen?
Tom O'Meara: I understand why he's doin' what he's doin'. If I had to endure what he's endured - -if I was eight years old and saw my father gunned down in front of my family - -I'd be carryin' a gun too, and I wouldn't be wearin' a badge.
Rory: You're a stupid man, Mr. Burke. You only see me standing between you and your money. You're forgetting about the thousand men standing behind me. That's a mistake.
Tom O'Meara: We never had choice... You and me.
Tom O'Meara: [upset] I've fired my gun four times on the street. Four times in 23 years.
Rory: Ya pick up a gun, sooner or later, someone gets a bullet.
Tom O'Meara: The killing's got to stop, Frankie.
Rory: Then you'll have to kill to stop it. Get's a bit complicated, doesn't it?
Edwin Diaz: When are you gonna let me drive?
Tom O'Meara: I don't know, tomorrow.
Edwin Diaz: You've been saying that for three years.
Tom O'Meara: It's good to have somebody around here who can pee standing up.
[Looking at a dilapidated boat]
Rory: Here it is: the Irish Republican Navy.
Rory: All the same, Mr. Fitzsimmoms, if you're not confused, you don't know what's goin' on.
Rory: They say the word peace, but at the end of the day, all they want is surrender.
Annie O'Meara: Rory, are you married?
Annie O'Meara: You marry me?
Rory: [laughs] I'll have to ask your dad first.
Billy Burke: Hey Rory. You might wanna tell Sean about this.
Rory: Maybe I'll give him a call.
Billy Burke: You could if he was home. But he's not home. You wanna see him? I know he wants to see you.
Billy Burke: Go get the money and we can do the deal. There's a warehouse at 12th and 7th. I'll be waiting. And please don't fool around... or I'll kill your friend.
Rory: Stupid man!
Tom O'Meara: We're in the police business, Eddie, not the revenge business.
Billy Burke: [Rory inquires about Sean] What do you think? You're gonna fuck with me? You bog-Irish hick! Fuck with me? I think not. You're own your own here, laddie. You know it... I know it... and I guarantee you, Sean knows it. Get him.
[Billy's thug retrieves Sean's head from car]