Quotes

Dialogue

Travis: I'm just saying that whatever my father is paying you, I will double it. Beck: No. Travis: I'll quadruple it. Beck: No. Travis: I'll double it and quadruple it. Beck: No. Travis: You're being unreasonable.

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Beck: Do you know, back in America, Brazil Nuts like these go for $15 a pound. Mariana: Well we don't call them Brazil nuts here. Beck: So what do you call them? Mariana: Well we're in Brazil, so we just call them nuts.

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Travis: You come into my town. Mess up my bar. Eyeballin' my woman. Beck: Eyeballin' your woman? Travis: Oh it's on. Travis: What's this over here? Is this your little friend, do you know him? You want a little thunder! Or a little lightning! Thunder, lightning, thunder, lightning-- Travis: EARS!!!

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Travis: Let me get this straight - you never use guns? Beck: No. Travis: Never. Beck: Never. Travis: What if your best friend was gonna die, you wouldn't pick up a gun? Beck: No guns. Travis: Santa Claus would pick up a gun to save his best friend. Beck: Do I look like Santa Claus? Do I look like Santa Claus to you? I pick up a gun, bad things happen to people. I don't like that. Travis: What kind of things? Beck: Very bad things, Travis. [points behind Travis] Move. Travis: [starts to walk, then pauses] What about knives? [Beck gives him a shove to get him moving] You know, my father doesn't share the same distaste for guns you do. Beck: He's your father; he's not gonna kill you. Travis: The only thing Billy Walker cares about is what's good for business. Now, the question is, Mr. Beck: What's good for your business? Beck: [stops and looks at Travis] I don't make deals with men like you. Travis: You don't even know me. Beck: You're just like every other jackass I've taken down. First

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Beck: [speaking into a walkie talkie] Mr. Hatcher, are you out there? Hatcher: [presses reply button] What can I do for you, Mr. Beck? Beck: I have no desire to fight with you or your men. For that reason you have two options. Option A, you leave the Gato and the girl, and you walk out of town no questions asked. Hatcher: What's option B? Beck: Option B? I make you. Beck: [slowly shakes head] Wrong choice. Hatcher: Lock down the town.