Get Carter (2000)
Gloria Carter: [to Jack] What do you think you're gonna do? Come in here and fix things? You don't fix things, Jack. You break things. Remember?
Con McCarty: [to Jack] Say, Jack, when I said, "You take care of the business or the business will take care of you," did we have a bad connection on the cell, or maybe you weren't listening...
Doreen Carter: Have you ever been to prison?
[Jack doesn't respond]
Doreen Carter: For how long?
Jack Carter: How about this weather?
Jack Carter: Hello, Mr. Davis. My name is Jack Carter, and you don't want to know me.
Jack Carter: You should finish what you start.
Cyrus Paice: Yeah, shit I think you should fix your tie there.
Bouncer: Sorry Mr. Carter, you're not on the list.
[Jack punches him]
Jack Carter: Nobody likes the list guy.
Cyrus Paice: [to Jack] Now if you want to do this little dance here for old times sake, Jack, bring it. You're gonna end up like a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest.
Jeremy Kinnear: [on the phone] Damn right that I'm freaking out. I'm a fucking Harvard graduate, I do not do porn!
Jack Carter: You drink coffee?
Doreen Carter: Yeah... I smoke too.
Jack Carter: I don't know if that's worth bragging about, do you?
Doreen Carter: Oh? You smoke.
Jack Carter: Well I did, but I just recently quit...
Doreen Carter: Oh, yeah? When?
Jack Carter: Oh, I'd say about... now. So if you don't mind...?
Doreen Carter: You are so freaky!
Jack Carter: Well, we're all a little freaky, Doreen. It's those straight ones you've got to worry about.
Jeremy Kinnear: [to Jack] You know why I like golf, Mr. Carter? 'Cause the ball just keeps going away. The only sport where you hit that little sucker and it doesn't come back at you. I've gotta want to go after it and get it and when I get to it... I just knock it away again. You see what I'm saying, Mr. Carter? Once I get rid of it, I never wanna see it again.
Con McCarty: [to Jack Carter on the phone] Oh, you simple bitch, I'm covering your ass. Do you hear me? I'm covering your ass.
Jack Carter: [on the phone] You'd better cover your own ass.
Jeremy Kinnear: Please slow down, you gonna kill us!
Jack Carter: That's the point, Jeremy.
Jeremy Kinnear: [starting to panic] OK. OK, you want money? You want money, just name your price. I have more money than God!
Jack Carter: You need a drink.
[Jack Carter comes on the golf field, steps on the ball and rolls it into hole]
Jack Carter: Nice stroke.
Jeremy Kinnear: Who the fuck are you?
Jack Carter: Tiger Woods.
Eddie: Jack, don't kill me, man.
Jack Carter: You killed yourself.
[Jack Carter drops him off the balcony]
[Jack Carter comes with Geraldine in Jeremy Kinnear's office and sees his bodyguard Jimmy]
Jeremy Kinnear: Oh, don't worry about Jimmy. He's... He's more here for decoration.
Jack Carter: So, what's your name?
Jeremy Kinnear: Jeremy Kinnear. Maybe you've read about me in "Forbes".
Jack Carter: No, I don't do that, Jeremy. So, what do you telling me, you're bucks up?
Thorpey: Here. Take this, it's free. Alaska Airlines, first class.
[Thorpey gives Jack Carter an airplane ticket]
Jack Carter: That's nice. And who do I have to thank?
Thorpey: I've been asked to make sure you get on that plane. Tonight!
[Jack Carter throws the ticket away]
Jack Carter: [laughing] Whatever they're paying you, it ain't gonna be enough.
Cliff Brumby: It's been nice knowing you, Jack.
Jack Carter: [Calling him] Brumby.
Cliff Brumby: I'm not turning around.
Jack Carter: Suit your self.
[shoots him in the back]
Jack Carter: [to Geraldine] If you're lying to me.
Jack Carter: Look at me. I'm gonna break every beautiful bone in your body.
Jeremy Kinnear: You've been a pretty bad guy Mr. Carter.
Jack Carter: You haven't seen bad yet.
Cyrus Paice: Wait a minute, Jack. All of a sudden you care? All of a sudden, what are you, some fuckin' goodguy? Hmm? Hey, you're the bad brother, remember?
Jack Carter: I know who I am.
Opening Quote: "That's all we expect of man, this side the grave: his good is - knowing he is bad." - Robert Browning
Con McCarty: I'm like a broken frickin' record. If you don't take care of business, the business will take care of you. The business will take care of you!
Jack Carter: I'm taking care of business.
Jack Carter: How you doing? I'm Jack. Richie's brother.
Eddie: Oh, shit, man. Hi. I'm Eddie. I worked with him over at the George.
Jack Carter: Eddie, let me ask you a question. Was my brother into something?
Eddie: Richie? No, man. He wasn't that type of guy.
Gloria Carter: What are you doing?
Jack Carter: What?
Gloria Carter: Why do you care all of a sudden? Because he's dead? Where were you when he was alive?
Jack Carter: I think he was taken out.
Cliff Brumby: Taken out? Richie?
Doreen Carter: So what do you do like for work?
Jack Carter: What did your Father tell you?
Doreen Carter: He didn't.
Jack Carter: That's good.
Doreen Carter: Mom said you were a gambler.
Jack Carter: Isn't that illegal?
Doreen Carter: Are you a bookie?
Jack Carter: Bookie? No, more like... like a financial adjuster.
Doreen Carter: You ever shoot anybody?
Jack Carter: You want to know what I do for a living? It's simple. People make promises and they break them. My job's to refresh their memories. That's about it. No big deal.
Doreen Carter: Why did you leave?
Jack Carter: Well, Doreen that's a long, long story.
Doreen Carter: It's a long, long night.
Cliff Brumby: [to Jack] Jack, will you listen to me? For just a minute? I've been in it all my life on both sides of the ocean. And I'm telling you this. If you get mixed up in whatever it was your brother was into. You've got a preatty good chance of winding up exactly the same as he did.
Cliff Brumby: Getting yourself killed won't bring Richie back. Revenge doesn't work.
Jack Carter: Sure it does.
Jack Carter: I'm going to give you a second chance. Please don't make me come back.
Jeremy Kinnear: No, I won't Mr. Carter. Thank you.
Jack Carter: You're a big man, but you're out of shape and with me it's a full time job.
Doreen Carter: Hey, I like the new look.
Jack Carter: Yeah?
Jack Carter: Come on, let me see your eyes. Come on.
Cyrus Paice: Whatever turns you on, Jack.
[takes his sun glasses off]
Cyrus Paice: Still pretty?
Jack Carter: Yeah. Like cat-piss in the snow.