Taken (I) (2008)
Bryan: I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.
Marko: [after a long pause] Good luck.
Bryan: [after electrocuting Marko] You either give me what I need or this switch will stay on until they turn the power off for lack of payment on the bill.
Bryan: A friend gave this to me. It's Albanian. You mind translating it?
Marko: [translates paper] "Good luck".
Bryan: You don't remember me? We spoke on the phone two days ago. I told you I would find you.
Bryan: [Torturing Marko] I believe you. But that won't save you.
[Turns the electricity back on and leaves]
Saint Clair: Please understand... it was all business. It wasn't personal.
Bryan: It was all personal to me.
[unloads gun into Saint Clair]
Bryan: Now's not the time for dick measuring, Stuart!
Bryan: I push one button and 38 agents are here before you have time to scratch your worthless balls.
Jean Claude: Just like the old days.
Bryan: Would you have it any other way?
Jean Claude: Between you and me, no. But now that I sit behind a desk, the world looks different.
Bryan: You mean it looks boring.
Jean Claude: I mean different. Okay, a little boring. But is being retired any more interesting?
Bryan: It wasn't until my daughter disappeared in Paris yesterday. She and her friend were marked by a spotter at the airport. Albanians took her.
Jean Claude: How do you know this?
Bryan: I'm retired, not dead.
Jean Claude: And I assume you don't want to go to the police.
Bryan: I was told I have 96 hours. That was sixteen hours ago.
Jean Claude: Okay, first we should find the spotter.
Bryan: I found him. He's dead.
Jean Claude: You found him that way?
[Bryan stays silent]
Jean Claude: Bryan, you cannot just run around, tearing down Paris.
Bryan: Jean Claude, I will tear down the Eiffel Tower if I have to.
Sam: The specialty of the groups coming out of this area is trafficking in women.
Bryan: Keep going.
Sam: Okay. Their previous MO was to offer women from the emerging East-European countries like Yugoslavia, Romania, Bulgaria jobs in the west as maids and nannies. Once they smuggled them in, they'd addict them to drugs and turn them into prostitutes. Lately, however, they've decided that it's more economical just to kidnap traveling young women. Saves on transportation costs.
Lenore: [crying] Not my little baby.
Bryan: What else?
Sam: Based on what they know about the way these groups operate, our analyst says you have a ninety-six hour window from the time she was grabbed.
Bryan: To what?
Sam: To never finding her.
Bryan: [after Jean Claude tries to shoot him] That is what happens when you sit behind a desk. You forget things, like the weight in the hand of a gun that's loaded and one that's not.
[Bryan pulls his gun and shoots Isabelle in the arm]
Jean Claude: Isabelle!
[Jean-Claude turns and shouts at Bryan in French]
Jean Claude: You asshole!
Bryan: It's a flesh wound. But if you don't get me what I need, the last thing you'll see before I make your children orphans is the bullet I put between her eyes!
Bryan: You come to this country, take advantage of the system and think because we are tolerant that we are weak and helpless. Your arrogance offends me. And for that the rate just went up 10%.
Bryan: [to Marko, while preparing him for torture] You know, we used to outsource this kind of thing. But what we found was the countries we outsourced to had unreliable power grids. Very Third World. You'd turn on a switch - power wouldn't come on, and then tempers would get short. People would resort to pulling fingernails. Acid drips on bare skin. The whole exercise would become counterproductive. But here, the power's stable. Here, there's a nice even flow. Here, you can flip a switch and the power stays on all day. Where is she?
Kim: Where are we?
Bryan: I told you. It's a surprise.
[Sheerah opens the door]
[Kim stares at Sheerah, stunned to meet her face to face]
Bryan: [chuckles] When someone says 'hi,' it's usually polite to say 'hi' back.
Bryan: I have a daughter who wants to be a singer. I was wondering if you have any tips for her.
Sheerah: Yeah, I do. Tell her pick another career.
[after punching Marko in the face]
Bryan: Wake up! I need you to be focused!
[stabs Marko in the legs with metal rods]
Bryan: Are you focused yet?
Bryan: I'm not comfortable with this.
Bryan: I know the world, sweetie.
Kim: Dad, please...
Bryan: I don't think a seventeen-year-old should be traveling alone.
Kim: I'm not gonna be alone.
Bryan: Two seventeen-year-olds.
Kim: Amanda's nineteen!
Bryan: How about this? How about if I go along? You won't even know I'm there. I'm very good at being invisible.
Lenore: As you so amply demonstrated for the rest of her life.
Lenore: I don't get you.
Lenore: You sacrificed our marriage to the service of the country, you've made a mess of your life in the service of your country, can't you sacrifice a little one time for your own daughter?
Bryan: I would sacrifice anything for her.
Singh: Mr. Mills, how are you?
Bryan: I'm fine. How are you?
Singh: Very fine. I suppose you want to see it again?
Bryan: If you don't mind.
Singh: You know where it is.
Bryan: Oh yeah.
Sheerah: So I heard you want to be a singer?
Kim: I do.
Bryan: She does.
Sheerah: Well, come on in. Let's see what you got.