Lola: [after the car chase] I think we lost them.
[Helicopter appears]
Frank Martin: Think again.
Lola: [shoots down helicopter] Thought complete.

My problem isn't physical... it's psychological.

Lola

Have a good life. What's left of it.

Frank Martin

Hold on. Just came out of the dry cleaners.
[he removes his jacket and fights the carjackers]

Frank Martin

Frank Martin: It was just a favor. I don't usually do this sort of a job.
Audrey Billings: I thought you were a professional driver?
Frank Martin: A different kind of driver.

Gianni: But nice try, I'm impressed. Took more than a driver to figure this out.
Frank Martin: I haven't figured it all out yet.
Gianni: Perhaps I can help you! What part are you a little... how you say, "thick" on?
Frank Martin: You. Why?
Gianni: Oh well, that's the easy part. It's a business deal, pure and simple. I'm for hire to he highest bidder. And in this case, the highest bidders were the Colombian cocaine cartels that wanted these pesky lawmen off their backs.

Girl on jetski: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Frank Martin: I'm trying to catch a bus!

Dr. Sonovitch: [after Frank kills Dimitri] Ah, good! Our problem is solved! One for each of us.
Frank Martin: It's not for us.
Dr. Sonovitch: Ah, one for you, one for the child. Your devotion is touching.
Frank Martin: My patience is about to run out.

Tarconi: Let me guess: you need my help again.
Frank Martin: You still near the computer?
Tarconi: It's practically my pillow. Where do you want to start?
Frank Martin: I don't know. I have nothing.
Tarconi: Ah! My favorite kind of investigation.

Tarconi: [about Frank Martin] I wouldn't say he's a friend, I barely know the man.
Marshall Smith: You were cooking in his house!
Tarconi: I'm French.
Marshall Smith: So?
Tarconi: That's how we break the ice!

Gianni: Not quite what you expected when you showed up for work this morning, is it, Frank?
Frank Martin: [rolls his eyes] Is that what passes for wit in this circle?
Gianni: [laughs] In this circle, my friend, "wit" is not a requirement of the job. Brutality, yes. An ability to inflict pain, absolutely. A certain psychotic moral ignorance, blind obedience, all required. But not wit.

I did the job like you. Just... my pay is better. My hair and my suit too.

Gianni

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