From Paris with Love (2010)
James Reece: [points a gun at a man] Stop! Give me your charger!
FBI agent Charlie Wax: Yeah! That's the big boss shit I'm looking for
James Reece: [pulls hammer on gun] Give me your charger!
[the man gives Reece his charger]
FBI agent Charlie Wax: What the fuck are you doing man?
James Reece: What the fuck does it look like I'm doing? I'm charging my fucking cell.
FBI agent Charlie Wax: Shoot the fucker.
James Reece: I'm not gonna shoot him, Wax.
[two men come in and start beating up Reece, Wax shakes his head and continues looking out the window with binoculars. Finally he pulls out a gun and shoots the two men]
James Reece: [Walks over to Reece and hands him a big vase] Next time I tell you to shoot the fucker, shoot the fucker!
FBI agent Charlie Wax: This motherfucker hates Americans so much, even though we saved his country's ass in not only one world war but two, he still won't let me through with my cans!
FBI agent Charlie Wax: Nice work Reece.
James Reece: [splattered in blood] What's so nice about it?
FBI agent Charlie Wax: How 'bout the fact that he's dead and you're alive.
FBI agent Charlie Wax: [after buying 5 grams of cocaine] All right, give me a kilo.
Rashid: A kilo? You think this is Bogota?
FBI agent Charlie Wax: What the fuck am I gonna do with five grams?
Rashid: [pulling out a gun] Maybe you can sniff it off of your homeboy's ass.
[Reece is beating the crap out of Rashid]
James Reece: GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKIN' RING!
FBI agent Charlie Wax: That's what I'm talkin' about! Get him back!
James Reece: [after Wax admitted fabricating the story about the Secretary of Defense's niece] I don't know where the fuck we're going, or what the fuck this is about!
FBI agent Charlie Wax: What the fuck do you think this is about? It's about terrorists! It's about terrorists, man, converting their finances into drugs so they can move it around without being detected.
James Reece: I'm not your driver. I'm your partner.
FBI agent Charlie Wax: Yeah, you're the chess player. I read your file.
James Reece: You play?
FBI agent Charlie Wax: Do I look like I play board games?
James Reece: [accepts printout] Thank you, Cindy.
James Reece: [reading] African Aid Summit prep meeting with the Foreign Minister tomorrow at noon, Summit Conference on Wednesday, G8 Undersecretary conference dinner on Thursday, and a reception for the Secretary of State Friday, sir.
Ambassador Bennington: Can't you see we have more urgent matters to consider, Reece?
[moves his queen]
James Reece: Of course, sir.
[counter moves his queen]
James Reece: Check.
Ambassador Bennington: Must you always be so methodical?
James Reece: Well that's what you pay me for, sir.
Ambassador Bennington: And you're worth every penny. But that doesn't mean I'm just going to sit here and watch you copy Fischer's ambush on Spassky back in '72.
James Reece: [Mocking Wax's earlier statement] Wax on, Wax off.
FBI agent Charlie Wax: What about it?
James Reece: I don't get it. Are you The Karate Kid or something?
FBI agent Charlie Wax: If you wanna be a secret agent man, you have to roll like a secret agent man. It's code.
James Reece: Code?
FBI agent Charlie Wax: Yeah. Code. Wax is on, he's gonna take you off. Gives them something to think about, throws them off balance. Got it?
James Reece: Got it.
FBI agent Charlie Wax: Good.
Caroline: [putting her arms around Reese] So, what are we eating for dinner?
James Reece: Whoa whoa, Wait a second. Isn't it part of French tradition that the woman cooks while the guy watches TV?
Caroline: Well, things have changed since the Middle Ages, you know. Now it's exactly the contrary.
James Reece: Why don't we skip dinner altogether and go straight to dessert?
Caroline: Is that all you can think about?
James Reece: Every second of the day.
Caroline: [as Reese is about to drive off] Wait, one more kiss?
James Reece: [kisses Caroline] Don't get me started, my partner's waiting.
Caroline: [sweetly] Just remember who your partner really is.
James Reece: How many more of them do you think there are?
FBI agent Charlie Wax: Last census, about a billion.
James Reece: Sir, you do realize that I am not Special Ops certified, right?