Transporter 2 (2005)
Frank Martin: What's the first rule when entering a man's car?
Jack Billings: [takes his feet off the seat] Respect a man's car, a man respects you.
Frank Martin: Rule number two?
Jack Billings: Greet the man. Good afternoon, Frank.
Frank Martin: Good afternoon, Jack.
Jack Billings: Can we play the game now?
Frank Martin: I would think your brain would be too tired after a whole day of school.
Jack Billings: You're just afraid I'm gonna win.
Frank Martin: I'm afraid you're gonna be too worn out to do your homework.
Jack Billings: It's Friday, I don't *have* any homework.
Frank Martin: In that case: the game.
Jack Billings: Yes!
Frank Martin: But first, what's the third rule of the car?
[Jack buckles his seatbelt]
Frank Martin: Good.
Lola: [after the car chase] I think we lost them.
Frank Martin: Think again.
Lola: [shoots down helicopter] Thought complete.
Car Jacking Girl: Stop... stop moving or I will shoot you.
Frank Martin: Don't you have homework to do?
[walks into her gun]
Frank Martin: Why don't you go and do it.
Car Jacking Girl: OK! I'm sorry!
[about to fight carjackers]
Frank Martin: Hold on. Just came out of the dry cleaners.
[he removes his jacket and fights the carjackers]
Hoffman: And you and Frank Martin are friends, right?
Tarconi: A friend? I wouldn't say exactly a friend... I know him, we have a relationship...
Hoffman: A long relationship?
Tarconi: Mm... not so long...
Hoffman: But they found you cooking in his house!
Tarconi: I'm French!
Tarconi: We don't need to know someone for longtime, you know, to cook for them... It's our way of breaking the ice.
Frank Martin: I'm afraid that your flight's been canceled.
Gianni: I'm afraid that *you* have been canceled!
Car Jacking Girl: [knocks on Frank's car door] I'm sorry, can you help me? My tire.
Frank Martin: Sorry, I have an appointment, I don't like to be late.
Car Jacking Girl: Well, would you rather be late or *dead*?
[points a gun at Frank]
Frank Martin: You don't want to do this.
Car Jacking Girl: Step out of the car!
[Frank steps out, the car jackers run over]
Car Jacker: Whoo! Let's go, girls! Yeah!
Frank Martin: Take it easy, the car's brand new.
Car Jacker: [enters car] No problem, buddy, I got this. Baby, let's ride. Time to go!
Frank Martin: Your parents know the company you keep?
Car Jacking Girl: Shut up!
Car Jacker: [unable to start the engine] This shit ain't working, man!
Frank Martin: It's coded.
Car Jacker: What's the code?
Frank Martin: Can't tell you that.
Car Jacker: Then we'll have to beat it out of you. Get out of the car!
Frank Martin: It was just a favor. I don't usually do this sort of a job.
Audrey Billings: I thought you were a professional driver?
Frank Martin: A different kind of driver.
Dimitri: Open fridge.
Dr. Sonovitch: I'm telling you...
Dimitri: [pistol-whips him] Open fridge!
Dr. Sonovitch: Ow!
Dimitri: [speaks Russian, then] Open fridge. Open the fridge!
Dimitri: Yes! Insurance policy. How many do you have?
Dr. Sonovitch: Two doses. Enough for Tipov and myself.
[Dimitri shoots Tipov]
Dimitri: Tipov's policy cancelled. There is one for me.
The Phone's Man: [on phone] I'm looking for a transporter.
Frank Martin: I'm listening.
Audrey Billings: You said if I needed anything...
Frank Martin: I can't.
Audrey Billings: Why, because of who I am?
Frank Martin: Because of who *I* am.
Max: Don't worry, baby. You're safe, you're safe, you're so beautiful. You remind me of my yellow poom-poom rider!
Gianni: But nice try, I'm impressed. Took more than a driver to figure this out.
Frank Martin: I haven't figured it all out yet.
Gianni: Perhaps I can help you! What part are you a little... how you say, "thick" on?
Frank Martin: You. Why?
Gianni: Oh well, that's the easy part. It's a business deal, pure and simple. I'm for hire to he highest bidder. And in this case, the highest bidders were the Colombian cocaine cartels that wanted these pesky lawmen off their backs.
Frank Martin: You really think killing all these politicians is gonna make things easier for them?
Gianni: That's not my problem. I was hired to do a job. I did the job, like you. Just... my pay is better. My hair and my suit, too.
Gianni: I did the job like you. Just... my pay is better. My hair and my suit too.
Girl on jetski: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Frank Martin: I'm trying to catch a bus!
Mr. Billings: Hello?
Frank Martin: It's me.
Mr. Billings: You son of a bitch!
Frank Martin: Look I had nothing to do with this!
Gianni: Not quite what you expected when you showed up for work this morning, is it, Frank?
Frank Martin: [rolls his eyes] Is that what passes for wit in this circle?
Gianni: [laughs] In this circle, my friend, "wit" is not a requirement of the job. Brutality, yes. An ability to inflict pain, absolutely. A certain psychotic moral ignorance, blind obedience, all required. But not wit.
Dr. Sonovitch: [after Frank kills Dimitri] Ah, good! Our problem is solved! One for each of us.
Frank Martin: It's not for us.
Dr. Sonovitch: Ah, one for you, one for the child. Your devotion is touching.
Frank Martin: My patience is about to run out.
Tarconi: Let me guess: you need my help again.
Frank Martin: You still near the computer?
Tarconi: It's practically my pillow. Where do you want to start?
Frank Martin: I don't know. I have nothing.
Tarconi: Ah! My favorite kind of investigation.
Frank Martin: Didn't your mother ever teach you to say "thank you"?
Lola: Yeah. She tried and failed miserably.
Jefferson Billings: [answers the phone] Hello?
Gianni: Put me on the speaker so you don't have to repeat the instructions. In the next two hours, you'll get five million dollars in non-sequential one hundred-dollar bills. You put them in a waterproof suitcase. You go to the Bayfront Park, personally. There will be a blue Chrysler parked on the side. You place the suitcase in the trunk, and you leave.
Jefferson Billings: I don't know if I can get five million dollars in two hours...
Gianni: Mr. Billings, please; I read the newspapers. The day you were appointed to your current position, your net worth exceeded one hundred million dollars, so... you won't even feel the bite.
Jefferson Billings: What... guarantee do I have that you won't harm my son?
Gianni: [chuckles] "Guarantee"? Mr. Billings, uh... I'm not a car dealer; don't let the charming accent and my grammatically impeccable syntax mislead you. I live in the jungle, and in the jungle, you either eat or be eaten. But, in the spirit of doing business, here is the guarantee: Ten minutes past the deadline, if the money doesn't arrive, I send a finger. Twenty minutes, a hand. Thirty minutes, a foot.