Shooter (I) (2007)
Bob Lee Swagger: I don't think you understand, these boys killed my dog.
Bob Lee Swagger: Suppose I was looking for man who could make a 2200 yard cold bore shot, who's alive that could do that?
Mr. Rate: Seems I heard about a shot like that being made not too long ago, said the guy's name was Bob Lee Swagger. Never met the man, so I wouldn't know.
Bob Lee Swagger: Ya, they said that alright.
Mr. Rate: They also said that artificial sweeteners were safe, WMDs were in Iraq and Anna Nicole married for love.
Mr. Rate: Would've been a bad job to take, though.
Nick Memphis: How come?
Mr. Rate: Whoever took that shot's probably dead now. That's how conspiracy works. Them boys on the grassy knoll, they were dead within three hours. Buried in the damn desert. Unmarked graves out past Terlingua.
Nick Memphis: And you know this for a fact?
Mr. Rate: Still got the shovel!
Attorney General Russert: Colonel, your moral compass is so fucked up, I'll be shocked if you manage to find your way back to the parking lot.
Howard Purnell: You have embarrassed this office. You will be facing a review from the Office of Professional Responsibility.
Nick Memphis: Sir... I don't, I don't feel embarrassed. A Force Recon Marine Scout Sniper disarmed me three weeks out of the academy. If anything... I feel lucky to be alive.
Senator Charles F. Meachum: Are you out of your mind? Are you out of your damn mind? I am a United States Senator!
Bob Lee Swagger: Exactly.
Bob Lee Swagger: Welcome to Tennessee, patron state of shootin' stuff.
Bob Lee Swagger: I'm going to find them, burn their playhouse down.
Senator Charles F. Meachum: There's always a confused soul that thinks that one man can make a difference. And you have to kill him to convince him otherwise. That's the hassle with democracy.
Senator Charles F. Meachum: You got any plans after this? You have a rather unique skill set. I'd be interested in offering you a job.
Bob Lee Swagger: Work? For you?
Senator Charles F. Meachum: It's not really as bad as it seems. It's all gonna be done in any case. You might as well be on the side that gets you well paid for your efforts.
Nick Memphis: And what side are you on?
Senator Charles F. Meachum: There are no sides. There's no Sunnis and Shiites. There's no Democrats and Republicans. There's only HAVES and HAVE-NOTS.
Senator Charles F. Meachum: This is a country, where the Secretary of Defense can go on T.V., and tell the American public, oh, that "This is about freedom! It's not about oil!" And nobody questions him, cuz they don't wanna hear the answer, because it's a lie! There are only so many places at the table, Gunnie. Now, are you on the INSIDE, or are you on the OUT?
Nick Memphis: I didn't know you had a woman.
Bob Lee Swagger: Neither did I... until they took her.
Mr. Rate: That's how a conspiracy works. Them boys on the Grassy Knoll they were dead within three hours, buried in the damned desert, unmarked graves out past Terlingua.
Nick Memphis: You know this for a fact?
Mr. Rate: Still got the shovel...
Bob Lee Swagger: I don't really like the President much. Didn't like the one before that, much, either.
Colonel Isaac Johnson: You like the idea of the President, living in a free country. Do we allow America to be ruled by thugs?
Bob Lee Swagger: Sure, some years we do.
Louis Dobbler: You can kill him from that far away?
Bob Lee Swagger: At a mile and a half the bullet's gonna strike with more energy than a .44 magnum, point blank. Yeah, I think you can kill him.
Sarah Fenn: What are you going to do?
Bob Lee Swagger: Exercise my right to bear arms.
Donnie Fenn: Movement. Two men. Approximately... forty goats.
Bob Lee Swagger: They're not on anybody's side. We don't have to shoot them.
Sarah Fenn: [checking his bandages] There's something I need to tell you. Ralphie's dead.
Bob Lee Swagger: Who's Ralphie?
Sarah Fenn: They said on the news that you shot your dog because you knew you weren't coming back. I'm sorry.
Bob Lee Swagger: They delivered me on a train, wrapped up like a present.
Bob Lee Swagger: There's going to be more shooting, more people are going to die. I didn't start it, but I mean to see it through.
Bob Lee Swagger: I got a plan, but I think I'm going to need your help.
Sarah Fenn: Ok. I'll do it.
Bob Lee Swagger: I haven't even told you what it is yet.
Sarah Fenn: I know.
Bob Lee Swagger: Where are we meeting?
Colonel Isaac Johnson: Somewhere where I can see you coming from a god damned long way off.
Colonel Isaac Johnson: Bob Lee Swagger, you're a hard man to find.
Bob Lee Swagger: Not hard enough.
Russ Turner: You see this weird shootout in Virginia? Shells everywhere, helicopter remnants, blood, no bodies though, right? And it gets fingerprints off the cartridge cases. First set positively ID'd as Bob Lee Swagger. Second set belongs to Special Agent Nick Memphis of the FBI.
Howard Purnell: Well that's... that's gotta be wrong.
Russ Turner: Now, the only reasonable question to ask after that is: what the fuck is going on?
Howard Purnell: Have you given your official statement yet, 'cuz I would be VERY cautious about what went IN it.
Nick Memphis: Well, maybe I should wait for the report to come out, read it, and THEN remember.
Colonel Isaac Johnson: I won. You lost. Get used to the idea, son.
Bob Lee Swagger: I'm not your son.
Jack Payne: You know what they say is the first thing that a man feels when he shoots a civilian?
Bob Lee Swagger: The recoil of the rifle?
Jack Payne: [snickers] Yeah.
Bob Lee Swagger: Very original.
Bob Lee Swagger: I'm just a peckerwood who lives in the hills with too many guns
Colonel Isaac Johnson: Sometimes to catch a wolf you need to tie the bait to a tree.
Michael Sandor: Then what happens to the bait.
Colonel Isaac Johnson: Hard to say, but thats the nature of being the bait.
Michael Sandor: Gunnery Sergeant Bob Lee Swagger, USMC, Retired. He is the best there is.
Louis Dobbler: His last assignment went wrong. Put in unfriendly territory on a loan-out and left as expendable. Opposing force sent an attack helicopter and a hundred-man company. His best friend and spotter was killed. No official report.
Jack Payne: Ghost report says he inflicted 70 percent casualties; the rest fled.
Louis Dobbler: The Agency asset that left him there to die? Suddenly removed from the face of the earth two weeks after. They never laid it at Bob Lee's feet. He retired a week later.
Colonel Isaac Johnson: I guess Bob Lee didn't think he was expendable.
Mr. Rate: The world is not always as it seems, is it son?
Bob Lee Swagger: No Sir.
Mr. Rate: You keep that in mind.
Nick Memphis: [sips coffee, chokes, coughs]
Mr. Rate: [smiling] Good coffee?
Nick Memphis: Yeah.
Bob Lee Swagger: Sake of argument, somebody other than him?
Mr. Rate: There was a guy in Russia. They locked his ass up. Another one in France. I know he's dead. There was one guy, but he don't shoot no more. A brutal son of a bitch. Most boys shoot to kill. He'd shoot to wound, wait till his friends come to help, kill them too. Turned one target into four. Men, women, children. Killed them by the hundreds. The other side wanted him. Bad. Finally narrowed his hide down to an abandoned six-story building. They quit the subtle tactics. They called in an artillery strike. Leveled a square block. Brought the building down on his ass. Some say he crawled out of there. Some say he died. Never heard from him no more.
Bob Lee Swagger: [recalling the man in the wheelchair, Michael Sandor] Fuck me.
Nick Memphis: What?
Bob Lee Swagger: I met the son of a bitch!
Colonel Isaac Johnson: What the hell am I doing here? You've got nothing on me. I'm covered. Call the Joint Chief.
Attorney General Russert: That won't be necessary, Colonel, as I have already received no less than a dozen calls from highly-ranked and powerfully-placed individuals telling me to let you go. But the joy of checks and balances in our government is that I can, and am, indeed, required by law, to tell them to fuck off.