3000 Miles to Graceland (2001)
Peterson: Are you gonna kill me?
Murphy: Not 'til you get the safe open.
Murphy: Now that's a joke. Open the safe.
[after Hanson was held at gunpoint]
Hanson: You make me laugh, you know that? I can't imagine what goes through that sick fuckin' mind of yours. Sometimes I actually think you believe you're the King himself. You know that? And what is it with those sideburns anyway? I glued mine on for the job. For you, it's an actual lifestyle choice. It's fucking sad, man.
Murphy: Nevertheless, I do know the golden rule.
Hanson: And what's that, sweetheart?
Murphy: Fuck the gold.
[Murphy shoots Hanson in the leg]
Murphy: He who has the nickel plating makes the rules.
Jack: Meet Hamilton.
Murphy: I said get a couple of guys, Jack. A couple of guys.
Jack: He is a couple of guys.
Michael Zane: I've got good news and bad news.
Jesse Waingrow: What's the good news?
Michael Zane: Your mom's in the trunk.
Jesse Waingrow: What's the bad news?
Michael Zane: She's still alive.
Federal Marshal Quigley: Either quit smoking or get a new lighter.
Damitry: Alright, Murphy, if you're not coming out, then we're coming in after you.
Murphy: You don't want any of me!
Murphy: What's his problem?
Lady: He's deaf...
[Murphy smiles and chuckles]
Murphy: You're not, so get his head on the fucking ground.
Cybil Waingrow: This looks Beautiful.
Murphy: It's one of my favorite pieces.
Cybil Waingrow: Yeah. Where's it from?
Murphy: [whispers] Out my ass.
Cybil Waingrow: Excuse me.
Murphy: It's an African piece.
Cybil Waingrow: Looks Egyptian to me
Michael Zane: Finish your fries.
Jesse Waingrow: You can't tell me what to do. You're not my dad.
Michael Zane: Didn't anybody ever tell you about starving kids in Africa?
Jesse Waingrow: Why? Are you gonna send them my fries?
Cybil Waingrow: I didn't leave Jesse with a stranger. I left him with you.
Murphy: You know the golden rule: fuck the gold. He who has a nickel-plated makes the rules.
Michael Zane: Guys like me die caught. Guys like you die bloody.
Murphy: Pork chop, Pork chop. Greasy, Greasy. We beat your team, fuckin easy easy. WHOOO Go Wombats!
Cybil Waingrow: Uh, you're making that cigarette look really good.
Michael Zane: You're making that dress look good!
[quick cut to bedroom scene and the two having wild sex]