The Transporter (2002)
Inspector Tarconi: I always say, the way a man treats his car is how he treats himself.
Lai: You're always complaining, except when we make love. Then you say nothing.
Frank Martin: I'd like to do some sight-seeing.
Pilot: This plane isn't for tourists.
[Frank pulls out gun]
Frank Martin: I'm not a tourist.
Mr. Kwai: The delivery will be made. My daughter will get over it. If I'm lucky, she'll see the light.
Frank Martin: Yeah, and if she's lucky, maybe you'll get hit by a truck.
Wall Street: Poor Frank. What'd she tell you? That we're smuggling people in containers? You know, Lai's a great name for her.
Frank Martin: That's your last pee break for this trip.
Inspector Tarconi: Monsieur Frank, people with this kind of firepower do not make mistakes about who they visit. Who would want you this dead?
Wall Street: [to injured guy in bed] Who did this to you?
Man in Hospital: [weakly] The transporter.
Wall Street: The transporter's dead.
Man in Hospital: No. Believe me, he isn't.
Wall Street: I believe you. And the police? Were they here?
[comes up close to injured guy and starts wiping the sweat off from his mouth using his handkerchief]
Wall Street: You told them nothing, right?
Man in Hospital: No.
Wall Street: Of course, you couldn't. Let's keep it that way.
[jams the handkerchief down the guy's throat, choking him to death]
[Mr. Kwai is about to shoot Frank]
Frank Martin: I'd rather see it coming.
Mr. Kwai: Makes no difference to me.
[Lai has gun on her father Mr. Kwai]
Lai: Please. I beg of you. Stop what you are doing.
Mr. Kwai: I do what I do best. I am who I am. Now, if you're going to use that gun then use it. Otherwise, *get this gun out of my face!*
[Lai has gun on Wall Street]
Lai: Ten seconds, two choices. One, the information; the papers or your brains on the desk. Now tell me I'm lying.
Wall Street: You can't get anything done in a world without rules.
Wall Street: For the record, there aren't 400 people in that container. Only 395 made it here alive.