Drive (I) (2011)
Bryan Cranston: Shannon
Shannon : [to Driver] A lot of guys mess around with married women, but you're the only one I know who robs a joint just to pay back the husband. Crazy.
Nino : You paid three-hundred fucking grand for this piece of shit?
Bernie Rose : I paid for it - out of my own pocket. This is just the shell; it's the inside that counts, not the outside, right Shannon?
Shannon : You are correct, sir.
Nino : Fuck that shit; I pay three-hundred for something, I want everybody to fucking see it!
Bernie Rose : Of course you do.
Nino : [Nino sees an collectible car] Now this... that is one motherfucking, fine-ass, pussy-mobile, motha-fucka'! Damn!
Bernie Rose : Shannon, sell him the car.
Shannon : He wouldn't be able to find pussy in a whore house...
Shannon : [Shannon begins hobbling over to Nino] You know what? This car will even make you good-looking.
Nino : I'm already good-looking, pal.
Shannon : [to Driver] You look like a zombie, kid. You getting any sleep? Can I offer you some benzedrine, dexedrine, caffeine, nicotine? Oh, you don't smoke. That's right. Better off.
Bernie Rose : What do you got that the big professional race teams don't?
Shannon : I got the driver.
Bernie Rose : You just told me they had half a dozen drivers.
Shannon : Not like this. This kid is special. I've been working with him for a while. I've never seen anything like it. If I had the money, I'd back him myself.
Bernie Rose : Yeah, but you don't have the money.
Shannon : Mr. Rose, you put this kid behind the wheel, there's nothing he can't do.
Shannon : [about Driver] You know, he walked into my shop here about five or six years ago. Right out of the blue. Asking for a job. So I put him to the test to see what he could do. The kid's amazing.
Irene : Yeah.
Shannon : So I hired him on the spot. Boom.
Shannon : At about half the wages I normally pay. He didn't blink an eye.
Shannon : Hey kid, come over here for a second, will you?
[back to Irene]
Shannon : And I have been exploiting him ever since.
Shannon : Don't tell him.
Shannon : What happened to all the ashtrays in this town?
Shannon : You look like a zombie kid, you getting any sleep?
Shannon : He wouldn't be able to find pussy in a whore house.