The Mexican (2001)
Leroy: I have to ask you a question... and it's an important one so, I want you to think about the answer before you give it to me. Okay?
Leroy: When two people love each other - Really... Love each other - but they just can't get it together, when do you get to that point where enough is enough?
Samantha: [mouth agape, stunned look, realizing he's talking about her] Tha?... oh, well... that's... you know... um... you know it's Over when... okay, I have, like, these psychosomatic, insomniatic manifestations of... uh, well here's the thing about me: I'm a product of my emotions, versus being a product of my environment, like HIM, which he is, exactly, just THAT, environmental... uh uh I need sunshine to grow; that's who I am, and uh with the projection of the... I have goals
[pause, smiles, nods to indicate she's done]
Leroy: That's your answer?
Leroy: That's not right. I mean, there's a right answer here, but that's not it
Samantha: [exhales sharply]
Leroy: Look, in my business you're surrounded by loneliness, and finality. Now I don't care what your take is on an afterlife, when people die, it's scary. And they go alone. Now the people that I send off, that have experienced love, they're a little less scared. I mean they're still scared, but there's... a calmness to 'em, and I think that comes from the knowledge that somebody, somewhere loved 'em, and cared for 'em, and will miss 'em. Now I see that from time to time, and I am awed by it. I don't think I'd be telling you any of this if it wasn't for Frank. Anyway, it's a loaded question. Look, when two people love each other - Totally, TRUTHfully, all the way Love each other - the answer to that question is simple, especially in your case. When do you get to that point where enough is enough? Never... Never
Car Thief: If you're going to kill me at least tell me who it is that's going to send me to God. Tell me!
Jerry: Look, I'm not going to kill you. But I am going to have to shoot you.
Car Thief: But why, sir? Why?
Jerry: Why? Why? Because you stole from me and you know about the pistol and you're just gonna steal again and I can't have you coming back in the situation like a fly in the ointment.
Car Thief: No, I won't be a fly! You'll never see me again.
Jerry: Look, you're getting shot and that's it. It will take you time to get to the next town especially if you're limping.
Car Thief: Wait! Wait! What? Limping? Can't you just tie me up some more? I mean, fuck, you shoot me? Tie me!
Jerry: Yeah. I don't have a rope.
Car Thief: So you shoot me?
Jerry: It's the American way.
Samantha: What was that?
Samantha: That (points eyes to the right) moment?
Leroy: "What? What moment...?
Samantha: ...Are you gay?
Leroy: As in happy?
Samantha: As in homosexual...?
Leroy: What does my sexuality have anything to do with this?
Samantha: You just checked that guy out and had a 'moment'!
Leroy: I know we're all a little grouchy right now. We'll get something to eat, you'll get the pistol and then we'll go our separate ways.
Samantha: Really separate ways.
Jerry: Don't start, Sam.
Samantha: Shut up. I'll start because I have the right...
Jerry: Why do you do that? Do not tell me to shut up. We had an agreement, remember?
Samantha: Shut up.
Leroy: Why don't we all shut up a bit?
Jerry: I swear to God, I will crash this fucking car right now.
Leroy: Jerry, don't do that.
Jerry: I will. One more word out of you. Another word, Sam. One more word. I swear to fucking God.
Jerry: All right.
Samantha: Do you have any idea what I have been through these last few days?
Jerry: Oh, Sam, whatever you've been through multiply that by 1000 and you'll have a vague conception of where I'm at.
Samantha: Oh! Oh, isn't that typical, Jerry? It's all a competition. Tit for tat, tat for tit.
Jerry: Stop yelling, for Christ sake! Listen, how are you? Are you ok? Are you all right? Where are you?
Samantha: Toluca airport, Jerry. And things are shitty, really shitty!
Samantha: You have managed to Forrest Gump your way through this.
Samantha: All right. Jerry, I want you to acknowledge that my needs means nothing to you and you're a selfish prick and a liar.
Jerry: Oh, my God!
Samantha: Jerry, acknowledge.
Jerry: I... Ok. I will acknowledge that I promised to go to Vegas with you. But now we're just slightly delayed. If you want to construe my wanting to stay alive as being selfish, well, then okay. But I have every intention of going with you because your needs are very important to me, sweetheart. Come on. Look at my all my stuff here, all over the pavement. Come on, baby? Huh? What do you say? Ok?
Samantha: I'm going with or without you, Jerry. What's it gonna be? A bastard!
Jerry: A bastard. What happened to, uh, "sweetheart" and "big love" and all those things you called me in the bedroom last night?
Samantha: The only thing I'm interested in calling you, Jerry, is a cab!
Jerry: You're missing the grand design here! If I don't go, I'm dead! Yeah. And it's a little hard to carry on a relationship when I'm stuffed with straw and formaldehyde.
Jerry: I don't know what it takes! I'm new in the fuck you business.
Jerry: Baby, what are you doing?
Samantha: You said this was your last job, Jerry!
Jerry: What do you want me to say? I'm sorry, I can't, the old lady wants me to quit. Fuck off.
Samantha: Yes! Something like that. Like exactly!
Jerry: I'm not in insurance, sweetie!
Jerry: Just one more word Sam, and I'll crash THIS FUCKING CAR!
Jerry: Oh, Ok, I was under the impression, with Margolese getting out of jail and all, that the last job, was my last job.
Bernie Nayman: You fucked up that job.
Bobby Victory: You fucked up that job, Jerry.
Bernie Nayman: Yeah, this job, will be your last job.
Samantha: By the grace of God or I don't know what honey you have managed to Forrest Gump your way through this. If we run now, we're going to be running the rest of our lives.
Samantha: Real emotion transcends language Jerry. You don't have to understand their words to feel their pain.
Leroy: Jerry, I want you to know. You're the craziest fuck I ever met.
Leroy: A lot of people are under the impression that you get to choose who you love.
Jerry: Yeah..."you're just doing your job..."
Ted: Hey, I do what I have to do, okay?
Jerry: Would you listen to yourself? You sound like Schultz from Hogan's Heroes!
Jerry: "I know nothing! Nothing!"
Winston Baldry: Do you want me to rape you?
Samantha: Are you gay?
Winston Baldry: Do you want me to rape you?
Samantha: You are gay.
Samantha: You know, you're very sensitive for a cold blooded killer.
Joe the Pawnshop Owner: Hola.
Ted: I no fuck around, comprende? Gun, gun, loaded. Bang, bang. You dead.
Joe the Pawnshop Owner: Do you have a speech impediment?
Jerry: Could you turn that down? You don't even speak Spanish.
Samantha: Emotion transcends language.
Mexican Policeman: Is this your dog?
Jerry: Uh, sort of...
Mexican Policeman: He does have a personality, that cetainly counts for something.
Jerry: Yeah, good guy...
Mexican Policeman: This your car?
Jerry: Yeah, it's a rental... I'm an American.
Mexican Policeman: No shit?
Mexican Policeman: Really?
Jerry: Yeah, yeah...
Mexican Policeman: I am a Mexican.
Jerry: [pause and nod] Cool.
Jerry: The group thinks we're married. I accepted the potato slicer for our anniversary. Right, sweets? I go along.
Samantha: [mad] That's it. That is it. You... You... You go along!
Bernie Nayman: It burns my ass to write you a check every week. That's an issue.
Jerry: I can explain what happened
Bernie Nayman: You say to people "I can explain what happened" when it's a once in a while, blue moon thing.
Bobby Victory: It's every time with you, Jerry.
Bernie Nayman: It's every fucking time.
Bernie Nayman: Jerry, You're a fucking moron. Here are your options: Number 1, I roll you up to the neck in a carpet, stuff you into the back of a sedan, and light you on fire with gasoline. You with me? Choice one.
Bernie Nayman: Number 2, You like sex and travel? What, you like to have sex, you like to travel? You get you ass on a flight to Mexico. All the ten dollar hookers you can shake your stick at. You pick up a pistol that belongs to Margolese. What's it going to be?