Lethal Weapon (1987)
Jimmie F. Skaggs: Drug Dealer #1
Drug Dealer #3 : [Riggs is in a Christmas tree lot, and pretends to sample some coke for a buy] Good, huh? Tasty? Smooth?
Martin Riggs : Yeah, that's good...
Drug Dealer #1 : [walking up with a beer] Here ya go, pal...
Martin Riggs : Thanks. Okay, so let's do it. How much?
Drug Dealer #3 : How much for how much?
Martin Riggs : For all of it.
Drug Dealer #3 : You want it all. He wants it all.
Drug Dealer #1 : He wants it all, beautiful. Congratulations!
Drug Dealer #3 : All right!
Martin Riggs : Maybe a nice six footer to put it under, huh?
Drug Dealer #2 : You want a tree? I'll tell you what. I'll give you the best tree I got on the lot, for nothin'. But the shit's gonna cost ya... a hundred.
Martin Riggs : What, that much?
Drug Dealer #3 : Hey, you said you liked it, that's a fair price.
Martin Riggs : Yeah... yeah! Hell, you only live once... get this together here...
[takes out his wallet, starts counting out a hundred dollars]
Martin Riggs : Twenty, forty, sixty, seventy...
Drug Dealer #1 : Hey, what the fuck...
Drug Dealer #2 : Hey, man... Hey!
Martin Riggs : C'mon, shut up man, I'm losin' count... Ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety...
Drug Dealer #2 : Forget it, you dumbshit. One hundred THOUSAND. One hundred THOUSAND, DOLLARS!
Martin Riggs : A hundred thousand?
Martin Riggs : I'm sorry, I can't afford that, not on my salary. But I'll tell ya what, I got a better idea, here. Let me say I take the whole stash of your hands for free, and you assholes can go to jail.
[takes out his badge and puts it on the table in front of them]
Martin Riggs : What do you say about that? Now I could read you guys your rights, but ah, you guys already know what your rights are, don't you?
Drug Dealer #2 : [drug dealers stare, then start to laugh] This badge ain't real. YOU ain't real.
Drug Dealer #1 : No, but you sure are a crazy son of a bitch!
Martin Riggs : [They all laugh] You think I'm crazy? You call me crazy, you think I'm crazy? You wanna see crazy?
[Riggs starts slapping him self on the head, Stooges style, then pokes their eyes and slaps them, and pulls out his gun]
Martin Riggs : . Now that's a real badge, I'm a real cop, and this is a real fucking gun!
Drug Dealer #2 : [menacing] Okay, pal...
Martin Riggs : Hey, noses in the dirt, asshole...
[And the guns start blazin']