Wild Target (2010)
[Victor shoots and kills Barney]
Victor Maynard: Get in the car.
Rose: You killed him!
Victor Maynard: I had to, he was going to kill you.
Rose: Oh, okay. Get in the car!
Fabian: My name is Fabian, and I would like you to recommend to me someone who could paint something like this.
Fabian: Who did this?
Artist: [surprised] Rembrandt.
Fabian: Give me his address. Now.
Artist: He's dead.
Fabian: Dead? When?
Artist: 300 years ago.
Victor Maynard: [after rescuing Rose who has been shoplifting] That was unbelievably irresponsible! Staggeringly immature!
Tony: Staggeringly... staggering!
Rose: Fig roll anyone?
Tony: Tsk... tsk... tsk...
Tony: I'll have one.
Rose: Get lost.
Tony: Not fair! Mr Maynard!
Victor Maynard: My name is Victor Maynard, and i am 54 years old and I work as a professional killer.
Parrot: I love you, Mr Maynard!
Victor Maynard: What the fuck?
Tony: [after catching a knife mid-air, in awe to Rose and Victor] Did you see that?
Rose: See what?
Tony: [Disappointed] Shit...
Mike: Give me the gun.
Tony: I'm serious! You know I'm a terrible shot. I could easily aim at your head and blow your balls off.
Rose: It's like everywhere you go, there's that smell.
Victor Maynard: What smell?
Rose: Cleanliness. Bleach. It's like being in a hospital. It's so safe, it's dangerous. I can't breathe here. I mean it, I'm frightened. I'm frightened if I stay here much longer, I'll end up like you. Afraid of everything.
Victor Maynard: Tony, come and see what happens if you don't clean your gun.
Hector Dixon: Where is he?
[Rose says nothing]
Hector Dixon: Tell me...
Hector Dixon: Or I'll cut his finger off, and make you swallow it. Then I'll leave you alone with him.
Rose: It's funny because yesterday I couldn't wait to get away and now I never want to leave.
Tony: What happened in between?
Rose: Just enough.
[Ferguson is in traction]
Hector Dixon: How is your assistant?
[He indicates Mike, who is lying in a coma next to Ferguson]
Ferguson: They want to turn him off.
Hector Dixon: Hmm... perhaps that would be for the best.
Ferguson: No, he's been paid through the end of the month. And anyway, he's company.
Ferguson: [wakes up in the hospital, still in traction] Morning!
[No response from Mike, who is still in his coma]
Ferguson: Dear God, Mike... you were dull before.
[hearing a disturbance, Victor emerges from his bedroom, gun in hand]
Rose: This hideous old bat in a wheelchair just tried to kill me! She had a knife this big, I swear!
Tony: It was horrible!
Rose: It's true!
[embarrassed, Victor goes to the door of Rose's bedroom]
Victor Maynard: Mother... Mother, are you there? It's me. Mother?
[hearing nothing, he kneels down to look through the keyhole]
Victor Maynard: [to Rose and Tony] I've got everything under control...
[a shotgun blasts a hole in the door over Victor's head. Rose screams]
Victor Maynard: She means well. Mother, can we talk about this?
Louisa Maynard: I'm *very* disappointed in you, Victor!