Payback (I) (1999)
Porter: [voiceover] Crooked cops. Do they come in any other way? If I'd been just a little dumber, I could have joined the force myself.
[Porter has just threatened to kill Carter while talking to Bronson on the phone]
Bronson: Are you threatening me?
Porter: I'm not threatening you, I'm threatening Carter.
[Porter shoots a hole in Fairfax's suitcase]
Fairfax: Hey. What the hell are you doing, man? This is...
Bronson: [on speakerphone] Fairfax? Fairfax.
Fairfax: No, no, it's all right, he's just killing my alligator bags and shooting holes in my suits. Man, that's just MEAN. That's MEAN, man.
Porter: [voiceover] Nobody likes a monkey on his back: I had three, and they were cramping my style. I was gonna' have to lighten the load.
Stegman: You know what, Val, this one's on me. OK?
Val Resnick: Do you see me reaching for my fucking wallet?
Porter: [voiceover] 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.
Porter: We went for breakfast... in Canada. We made a deal; if she'd stop hookin', I'd stop shooting people.
Porter: Maybe we were aiming high.
[after Porter shoots Val in the leg and puts a cigarette in his mouth]
Porter: 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]
Porter: 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?
[after knocking Rosie down]
Val Resnick: Hubba, hubba, hubba. I knew I'd seen that ass before.
Stegman: You're not gonna fuckin' kill me, are you?
Fairfax: 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]
Porter: And tell him it's $70,000!
Fairfax: $70,000? Hell, my suits are worth more than that!
Carter: The Outfit is not unreasonable, Porter... but no corporation in the world would agree to what you're asking.
Bronson: 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.
Porter: I'll let you know. I'll be in touch.
Bronson: Tell me where John is and I'll finish you quick. I promise you won't have to find out what your left ball tastes like.
Bronson: [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]
Val Resnick: The problem with kicking a Chow's ass is an hour later you wanna do it again.
Porter: You said it: they're not going to stop until they bury us...
Porter: So we bury them first.
[Porter is asking Rosie about Resnick's whereabouts]
Rosie: 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.
Carter: There's an old expression that's served me well: "Do not shit where you eat."
Carter: There are three ways we can handle this. One: we can help you. Two: We can allow you to help yourself. And Three: We can have you replaced... We have an investment in you Resnick, of time, money and training. So assisting you would be, in a way, protecting our investment. And THAT is always good business policy.
Carter: 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.
Carter: Porter, right. I won't forget it again.
Carter: Do you understand your value to the organization, Resnick?
Carter: You're a sadist. You lack compunction. That comes in handy.
Homeless Man: [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'!
Carter: I don't want Mr. Bronson hearing about this... he'll think I'm getting soft. One of his principles has always been: if you don't understand it, get rid of it... a stitch in time, so to speak, so... stitch this mutt up, Phil.
Val Resnick: 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.
Porter: [voiceover] 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.
Porter: [voiceover] 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.
Rosie: I think all those stories about you being dead are true. You're just too thick-headed to admit it.
Rosie: 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]
Rosie: Will you, baby?
[Val opens the door to let Pearl in. Upon entering she slaps him]
Pearl: On your knees bitch, I want satisfaction.
Porter: [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?
[Pearl has an appointment with Val in his hotel room]
Oakwood Arms Manager: There's a young lady to see you, sir... her name is Pearl.
Val Resnick: She's got two very bad habits; right now I'm only interested in one of 'em. Send her up.
[Porter has just shot Carter]
Carter: You just don't get it, do you, you dumb... fuck.
[Porter's stolen card has been cancelled while he is dining in]
Waiter: Sir, your credit card has been rejected.
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]
Carter: Bravo. Sit down.
Carter: My compliments. They were two of my best.
Porter: No, they weren't. They lull too easily.
Rosie: [calming her dog] He's the meanest damn dog that ever lived.
Porter: What's his name?
[Resnick has a gun to Rosie's head]
Val Resnick: How do you know him?
Rosie: He used to drive me.
Val Resnick: Yeah, well I'm driving you now, honey.
Rosie: You know what you are?
Val Resnick: Educate me...
Rosie: O.K., an ugly pig who beats up women on account he can't get it up 'cause he's too terrified of his own fucking shadow.
Val Resnick: Is that right?
Val Resnick: Is that right?
Val Resnick: Then you must be the lucky girl.
Val Resnick: [pistol whips Rosie]