Mel Gibson: Porter

Payback

Porter

Porter: [voiceover] Crooked cops. Do they come in any other way? If I'd been just a little dumber, I could have joined the force myself.

[Porter has just threatened to kill Carter while talking to Bronson on the phone]
Bronson: Are you threatening me?
Porter: I'm not threatening you, I'm threatening Carter.

[last lines]
Porter: We went for breakfast... in Canada. We made a deal; if she'd stop hookin', I'd stop shooting people.
[pause]
Porter: Maybe we were aiming high.

Porter: [voiceover] Nobody likes a monkey on his back: I had three, and they were cramping my style. I was gonna' have to lighten the load.

Homeless Man: [begging for change] Help a cripple! Help a homeless! Help a Vietnam vet walk again! Help a cripple! Thank you, sir! Help a Veitnam vet walk again! Help a cripple! Thank you, sir!
[Poter grabs all of the money out of the homeless man's hat. Homeless man stands and yells at Porter]
Homeless Man: Hey, what the fuck you doin!
Porter: [chokes the homeless man] Shut up, I cured ya'!

Porter: [voiceover] Not many people know what their life's worth is. I do. Seventy grand. That's what they took from me. And that's what I was going to get back.

Porter: [voiceover] You'd think after five months of lying on my back, I would have given up any idea of getting even, just be a nice guy and call it a day. Nice guys are fine: you have to have somebody to take advantage of... but they always finish last.

[first lines]
Porter: [voiceover] GSW: that's what the hospitals call it: gunshot wound. Doctor has to report it to the police. That makes it hard for guys in my line to get what I call, quality health care.

[Porter is asking Rosie about Resnick's whereabouts]
Rosie: How strong are you, Porter? Personally, I think you are the strongest man I have ever met. But I wonder if it's enough.
Porter: For what?
Rosie: If I know you, you want this Resnick guy for something he won't like.
Porter: Yeah, I'm gonna kill him.
Rosie: That's something he won't like.

Bronson: I'll get you your money, but you're never gonna' live to enjoy it.
Porter: You let me worry about that. Here's the deal: I want you to deliver the money yourself.
Bronson: You're one hell of an optimist. What in the world makes you think I'm gonna' deliver the money myself?
Porter: Well if you don't you'll never see little Johnny again... Didn't come home from the fight last night, did he? He's a good lookin' kid, but I think you indulge him too much. I told him so.
Bronson: Bullshit. You haven't got him. You wouldn't be that stupid.
Porter: My Dad never bought me a Ferrari. I had to steal my first one. Nice inscription on the keychain. A little sappy. Want me to read it?
Bronson: You're dead Porter. Nobody fucks with my family. You hear me? You're a dead man.
Porter: That's Johnny, Mr Bronson, unless you turn up with the money... Is that a yes?... What's a matter? Cat got your crotch? Hmmm? Some decisions are hard, Mr. Bronson.
Bronson: Where?
Porter: I'll let you know. I'll be in touch.

Val Resnick: Beauty of the Chows is that they won't go to the cops. They keep everything in house... and, they don't feel pain the way we do.
Porter: You notice anything about those guys, Val?
Val Resnick: They look nasty... probably all Kung Fu-motherfuckers. Why, did I miss something?
Porter: They weren't wearing their seatbelts.

Rosie: Meet the nastiest damn dog who ever lived.
Porter: What's 'is name?
Rosie: "Porter". He took your job after you left. He's just as tough but he won't leave me.
[nuzzling the dog]
Rosie: Will you, baby?

Porter: [narrating, after watching his wife stumble home in a drugged state] Old habits die hard, I guess... if you don't kick 'em, they kick you. Ain't marriage grand?