The Replacement Killers (1998)
Meg Coburn: So you didn't want to kill a kid. Welcome to the human race.
Wei: The boy will die.
John Lee: Not in your lifetime.
[shoots Mr. Wei]
[John Lee points his gun at the back of Collins head, and Collins realizes his time is up]
John Lee: My father taught me how to shoot.
Meg Coburn: Playing catch is so impersonal.
Meg Coburn: [Holding gun to John's head] Now what the fuck did you get me into with Terence Wei?
John Lee: He's my patron.
Meg Coburn: Patron?
John Lee: He made it possible for me to come here.
Meg Coburn: What does he, sponsor you to play the violin?
John Lee: ...in exchange for... services.
Meg Coburn: What a nice way of saying you kill people.
John Lee: You're safer with me.
Meg Coburn: Is it my perfume or something? Because you are the second guy today to assume I need, want or will accept help. I won't.
John Lee: [drawing his pistol] It's not an option.
Meg Coburn: And what happens when I tell you to go fuck yourself?
[John cocks his pistol]
Meg Coburn: O.K. If that's the way you want to play it. But when the gun is in my hand, we're gonna have this conversation again.
Stan 'Zeedo' Zedkov: You're not under arrest, Meg, which means you have no right to an attorney.
Meg Coburn: It also means I can walk out the fucking door.
[Kogan is stalking Meg]
Michael Kogan: I'm gonna find you. But you could save me time and put a bullet in your head. If the positions were reversed, I'd do the same for you.
[he becomes distracted, then she appears behind him]
Meg Coburn: Are you?
Michael Kogan: Excuse me?
Meg Coburn: Gonna put a bullet in your head, now that our positions are reversed?
Michael Kogan: [attempts to laugh] Meg, it doesn't...
[he wheels around, she shoots him dead]
Meg Coburn: I didn't think so.
Meg Coburn: You know, you could've saved yourself a lot of trouble just by doing that third job.
John Lee: It was wrong. Mr. Wei was taking revenge. A man named Zedkov killed his son.
Meg Coburn: Zedkov? Jesus Christ. You're getting yourself killed for a cop?
John Lee: Not a cop. His son.
Meg Coburn: What?
John Lee: A seven-year-old boy.
Meg Coburn: Why?
John Lee: That's how Mr. Wei *deals* with his enemies. Through their families.