- Good evening, everyone, and welcome to a Powell Pay-Per-View television event ! It's hard to believe, but tonight's heavyweight fight is the swan song for the grand old Atlantic City Arena, the final event to be held in this storied hall before it is gutted and completely renovated as part of Gilbert Powell's Millennium Hotel and Casino. I'm eager to go ringside along with 14,000 fight fans who have braved Hurricane Jezebel to...
- Cut ! Cut ! Anthea, they want you to call it a tropical storm, not a hurricane.
- But it is a hurricane.
- Yeah, well, it's also a holiday weekend, so will you please just call it a tropical storm, please ?
- I love this town. They even spin the weather.

- Sounds like three broken ribs to me. What is this? A heroic stand? You're the wrong guy for it, Rick. You'll be all alone in the spotlight. And guys like you can't stand up to that light. You'll burn up under it. The press starts looking for dirt on you - and they will - it will be a mudslide. Forget about your job, your sweet life in Margate. Start thinking about jail! Your girlfriend will be gone, too, at the first sign of trouble but not before she has a little chat with Angela so say good-bye to your wife too! Twice a month with Michael won't be so bad, if you can get him to spend the night in your shitty apartment! You will lose it all, my friend - everything! And your whole connected life will fall the hell apart. Is that what you want? All you have to do is be consistent for God's sake. Do what you always do: Take the money! You want to be a hero? You want to do something for your country? Then tell me where the girl is!

You lost today, kid ! But it doesn't mean you have to like it...  
 

Sans déconner, et vous croyez que j'appelle pour commander une pizza ?!

No lieutenant, your men are already dead.

 
I had the most absurd nightmare. I was poor and no one liked me. I lost my job, I lost my house, Penelope hated me and it was all because of this terrible, awful Negro.  

Quand on flingue, on raconte pas sa vie!

Toi, tu creuse!

[...]
A - qui ?
B - j'en sais rien ! Ya une voiture qui vient juste de demarrer
C - le pere noel est en avance cette annee ?
[...]

- [...] Mme lewis ça fait vieux
- et alors, t'es vieille
- c'est pas vieux 35 ans
- bah pour nous c'est vieux, t'es un genre de fossile
[...]

- Qu'est t il arrivé à votre pied ?
- Je vous demande pardon ?!!
- J'ai remarqué que vous boitiez. Est ce que vous avez un problème au pied ?

We can make it if we run.
No, we can't.
Why not?
Because we are being hunted.
Oh God.
It's all right.
Like hell it is!

Maintenant quoi ? Je m’en vais te le dire moi quoi ! J’appelle deux experts complètement défoncés au crack qui vont travailler nos deux copains. Avec une paire de pinces, un chalumeau et un fer à souder. Est-ce que tu m’as entendu ! Espèce de porc ! Je suis très loin d’en avoir fini avec toi ! Je vais te la jouer à la flamme bien moyen-âgeuse !