Quotes

Dialogue

Tomas Leon: Hey, you! [Ray looks around] Yeah, I'm talking to you. You think you know me? I asked you a question. You think you know me? 'Cause the way you're looking at me, we must be old friends. Where did we meet? Ray Quick: Nowhere. Tomas: [grabs Ray] Nowhere. You like the bitch? Huh? [Ray starts to walks away but Tomas grabs him] Maybe you like me. Ray: No, I don't like you. Tomas: Then don't stare so hard. Somebody could... [pulls out switchblade] put something in your eye. Ned Trent: This is, uh... Shouldn't this be in the lock-up? I mean, I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong. You guys are the experts. Maybe you don't need me. I mean, like what is this? This is... [smells] This is Semtex. Am I right? Plastique, correct? Plastic explosive. Am I right? You're the expert. This could blow up this whole area, and if this area goes... the whole building could go up. [starts assembling a bomb] Am I right? I don't know. Maybe if I put this in here... What else do we have here? This is a plunge

Dialogue

Tomas Leon: [to May] Just a second. [picks up cup for a drink] May Munro/Adrian Hastings: May Munro. [Tomas looks at her for a second before the bomb blows up in his face] Ray Quick: Who is this? Woman: She's okay. She wants to meet you. Ray: No, I don't think so. Put Trent on the line. Woman: What did you say? Ray: Trent. He's standing next to you. I want to talk to him. Put him on the line! [woman puts down her headset and Ray's voice booms inside the police surveillance room] Ned, can you hear me? Talk to me. Talk to me, Ned. Your playmates know what kind of man you are? Why the Agency fired you? That killing people was like jerking off for you? Watching those bloody bodies going though the air gets you off. [as Trent nudges an officer to run a trace] Talk to me. When you crawl into your hole at night alone... and you are alone, aren't you? Tell me what burns you the most. Losing your job as a CIA attack dog... or knowing that I turned you in and I'm still alive? Talk to me! You'll

Dialogue

Joe Leon: [looks up] Thank you. You're a kind God. Thank you. [folds newspaper and opens packet to see a locket. He sees a picture of a young May Munro and her parents, as countdown clock sounds. Shocked, he looks up again] You bastarda- [bomb blows up] Ray Quick: How you feeling? May: Better. [they drive off]