DQ: Wait your turn, Smith, there's plenty to go around. Mr. Smith: Not for me, thanks. I'm lactose intolerant.
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Mr. Hertz: My god! Do we really suck, or is this guy really that good?
Mr. Hertz: Guns don't kill people! But they sure help.
Mr. Smith: I don't understand a word you're going on about, but I know exactly what you're saying and I refuse to apologize.
Mr. Smith: So much for wearing your seatbelt.
Mr. Smith: Aren't guns just fucking great, Hammerson?
Mr. Smith: Talk about shooting your load.
Mr. Smith: Let me give you a piece of advice. Never trust the people who stand to profit, plain and simple. They're the bad guys.
Mr. Hertz: National sports pistol champion at age 10. Recruited by the army. Sound like black ops got him and trained him.
Mr. Smith: This is an M-24 tank. You are safe from all gunfire and most explosives.
Mr. Hertz: Oh, you have caused me no end of trouble!
Mr. Hertz: Tit for tat, Mr. Hero. Tit for tat.
Mr. Hertz: My god! Do we really suck, or is this guy really that good?
Mr. Hertz: Guns don't kill people! But they sure help.
Mr. Smith: Eat your vegetables.
Mr. Smith: So much for wearing your seatbelt.
Mr. Smith: Talk about shooting your load.
Mr. Smith: Aren't guns just fucking great, Hammerson?
Mr. Smith: You know what I hate?
Mr. Hertz: Nice knockers.
Mr. Smith: This is an M-24 tank. You are safe from all gunfire and most explosives.
Mr. Smith: I don't understand a word you're going on about, but I know exactly what you're saying and I refuse to apologize.
Mr. Smith: So much for wearing your seatbelt.
Mr. Smith: Talk about shooting your load.
Mr. Smith: Aren't guns just fucking great, Hammerson?
Mr. Smith: Let me give you a piece of advice. Never trust the people who stand to profit, plain and simple. They're the bad guys.
Mr. Hertz: National sports pistol champion at age 10. Recruited by the army. Sound like black ops got him and trained him.
Mr. Hertz: Tit for tat, Mr. Hero. Tit for tat.
Mr. Smith: You know what I really hate? Mr. Smith: What I really hate, is a pussy with a gun in his hand.
DQ: To buy something for the baby. Mr. Smith: Something for the baby? DQ: A bulletproof vest is better than a crib. Mr. Smith: I hate to think what you'd do to get him into the right school.
Hertz's Driver: Of all the squats in the city, how does he know Smith's in this one? Another lucky guess? Man Who Rides Shotgun: Naw, he doesn't guess. He sees things we don't. He was once an FBI profiler. Mr. Hertz: Forensic behavior consultant. My god, how many times do I have to tell you guys? Details make all the difference in this business. Man Who Rides Shotgun: Hey, uh, don't you think you should hang back, sir? Mr. Hertz: The leader who stays in the rear, takes it in the rear. Besides, violence is one of the most fun things to watch.
Mr. Hertz: Oh, yes-siree-Bob, it certainly has been a pleasure. But before we part ways, tell me one thing: I am dead on about who you are, right? Mr. Smith: Say that again? Mr. Hertz: I said, I am dead... Mr. Smith: Stop. That part of it you got right.
Mr. Hertz: Do you know why a gun is better than a wife? Man Who Rides Shotgun: Dunno. Mr. Hertz: You can put a silencer on a gun.
Hammerson: Do you know why Americans love guns, Mr. Hertz? And it's got nothing to do with all that phallic mumbo-jumbo, "cockin' your gun." No, Hertz, people love guns because America is a land of opportunity, where a poor man can become rich, and a pussy can become a tough guy, if he's got a gun in his hand. Now, I'm hopin' you're not just a pussy with a gun in your hand. Mr. Hertz: Oh no, sir. No, no, I am not. I'm a tough guy with a pussy in my hand.
Mr. Smith: You want to know the difference between this luxury car and a porcupine? DQ: I give up. Mr. Smith: With the car, the prick's on the inside.
DQ: You are the angriest man in the world! Mr. Smith: If I remember right, you used to like it like that.
Mr. Smith: I hate it when parents hit their children. Woman in Museum: Let go of my arm! Mr. Smith: Not until you stop hitting your kid. Woman in Museum: I will discipline my child as I see fit. Mr. Smith: How would you like it if I spank you? Mr. Smith: See? It doesn't feel so good, does it?
Mr. Hertz: Are you trying to tell me that some bum came to her rescue? Well well well, this is a fine mess. Killer Shot in Behind: I won't make this mistake again. I got a piece of lead in my butt as a reminder! Mr. Hertz: Yeah, I can appreciate that. Killer Shot in Behind: Aw! My ass! Mr. Hertz: And let that be a reminder never to fail me again.
Mr. Smith: What's up, doc? Mr. Hertz: Ooh, you're a wascally wabbit. Mr. Hertz: But you're not wascally enough. Mr. Smith: Yeah? That's a six-shooter. I just counted six shots. You've blown your load.
DQ: Who are you? Mr. Smith: I'm a British nanny, and I'm dangerous.
Mr. Smith: Do you know what I hate? Baby's Mother: No! Mr. Smith: I hate these forty-year-old jack-holes wearing ponytails. That pony tail doesn't make you look hip, young, or cool.
Mr. Smith: Hey. Do you notice that? DQ: Notice what? Mr. Smith: Look. Mr. Smith: Lame-ass politician rants about gun control, he cries. Mr. Smith: Switch to this channel with this heavy metal music... he shuts up. That's so weird.
Mr. Hertz: Does anyone know what a Jimmy Cagney love scene is? It's when Cagney lets the good guy live. Mr. Hertz: And if that happens in this show, I will do a lot more than ask for my money back.
Mr. Smith: You know what I hate? Diner Holdup Leader: Shut up and sit on this, asshole! Diner Hood with Earring: That's right! You heard him...
Mr. Hertz: Don't move, Mr. Hero. Mr. Hertz: I can't talk right now, honey. I'm right in the middle of something.
Lone Man: You know we were never really trying to kill you. We only wanted to scare you into surrendering. Mr. Smith: Well, that's one way to explain why you can't shoot straight.
DQ: Wait your turn, Smith, there's plenty to go around. Mr. Smith: Not for me, thanks. I'm lactose intolerant.
Mr. Hertz: Hey, who trained you? Hmm? NSA, Black Ops, CIA, the Army? Well whoever, it's seems you haven't lost your aim, champ. Mr. Smith: If you think that's good you should see me spell my name in the snow. Mr. Hertz: Hey you know my boss here thinks that you're the Lone Ranger or something. But I believe I have a better idea about who you are. I found out how your wife and son where killed. My god, what a tragedy. Some guy walks into a burger joint. He starts shooting up the place. Oh my god, what a shame that your wife and son were there, eating their chicken nuggets. Mr. Hertz: What's the matter, you don't like that story? Well then why don't you tell me one, hmm? Children's story, please. Oh, I know, tell me my favorite. Yeah, tell me the one about the baby. Mr. Smith: Maybe later, when I put you to sleep.
