Jack Reacher (2012)
Alexia Fast: Sandy
Jack Reacher : What I mean is, the cheapest woman tends to be the one you pay for.
Sandy : [stands up, angrily] I am *not* a hooker!
Jack Reacher : Well, a hooker would get the joke.
Jeb : [enters with his four buddies] What's this?
Sandy : He called me a whore.
Jeb : Is that true?
Jack Reacher : Well, nobody said whore. She inferred hooker, but I meant slut.
Punk : Hey. That's our sister.
Jack Reacher : Is she a good kisser?
Jeb : Hey. Outside.
Jack Reacher : Pay your check first.
Jeb : I'll pay later.
Jack Reacher : You won't be able to.
Jeb : You think?
Jack Reacher : All the time. You should try it.
Jeb : It's a great joke, but I'm gonna beat your ass. Do you want to do that here or outside?
Jack Reacher : Outside.
Jeb : Stay here, Sandy.
Sandy : I don't mind the sight of blood.
Jack Reacher : [walks by Sandy] When it means you're not pregnant, anyway.
Sandy : [sits down at Reacher's table] Mind if I share your table?
[Jack gives a nod]
Sandy : I'm Sandy.
Jack Reacher : So was I. Last week. On a beach, in Florida.
Sandy : What's your name?
Jack Reacher : Jimmie Reese.
Sandy : You don't look like a Jimmie.
Jack Reacher : What do I look like?
Sandy : I don't know. But not a Jimmie. So you're new in town?
Jack Reacher : Usually.
Sandy : It's kind of loud in here. Do you wanna, maybe, go someplace quieter? I have a car.
Jack Reacher : You're old enough to drive?
Sandy : I'm old enough to do a lot of things.
Jack Reacher : I'm on a budget, Sandy.
Sandy : [perplexed] What?
Jack Reacher : I can't afford you.
Sandy : I'm not a hooker.
Jack Reacher : Oh, then I *really* can't afford you.
Sandy : [Sandy, Jeb and four other guys all surround Reacher outside a bar]
Sandy : You still think you're funny now, creep?
Jeb : Shut your mouth, Sandy! No one is talking to you!
Jack Reacher : It's your last chance to walk away.
Jeb : [chuckles] Are you kidding? It's five against one.
Jack Reacher : [shakes his head] It's *three* against one.
Jeb : [perplexed] *How* do you figure?
Jack Reacher : Well, once I take out the leader, which is you, I'll have to contend with one or two enthusiastic wingmen. The last two guys, they always run.
Jeb : Oh, you, uh, you've done this before?
Jack Reacher : [reluctantly nods] It's getting late.
[Jeb moves in]
Jack Reacher : Remember, you wanted this.
[Jeb smiles and swings at Reacher, who ducks and elbows Jeb in the forehead, who falls to the ground]
Jack Reacher : It's okay.
[helps Jeb up]
Jack Reacher : Get up.
[kicks Jeb in the groin from behind, Jeb groans and Reacher pushes him aside with his foot. The other four move in closer]
Jack Reacher : Okay, let me know who's who. Let's get this done.
[Reacher easily takes down the other four, with him holding the last guy's foot under his arm. Two of the guys get up and both stare at Reacher with fear]
Jack Reacher : Really?
[kicks the last guy in the chest, who screams as he falls to the ground. The two guys run away as the cops come. Sandy runs away as well]
Cop : [points his gun at Reacher] On the ground.
Jack Reacher : That's a pretty impressive response time, fellas.
Cop : Do it!
[Reacher reluctantly gets down on the ground, next to a groaning Jeb]
Cop : Hands behind your back.
Jack Reacher : [to Jeb] Who hired you?
Sandy : Am I in trouble?
Jack Reacher : Not if you lend me your car.
Sandy : I don't have a car.
Jack Reacher : Well, sure you do. It's outside. I'm guessing you're the Camaro. That whimsy little pickup has Gary written all over it. Keys?
Sandy : I can't. It's Jeb's car!
Jack Reacher : Well, won't he be surprised when I drive it home for him.
Sandy : Who are you, mister? Really?
Jack Reacher : [Sandy gives him a key] I'm just a guy who wants to be left alone.