Memphis: Roger, I have a problem...
Roger the Car Salesman: Yes?
Memphis: I've been in L.A. for three months now. I have money, I have taste. But I'm not on anybody's "A" list, and Saturday night is the loneliest night for the week for me.
Roger the Car Salesman: Well, a Ferrari would certainly change that.
Memphis: Perhaps, Mmmm. But, you know, this is the one. Yes, yes yes... I saw three of these parked outside the local Starbucks this morning, which tells me only one thing. There's too many self-indulgent wieners in this city with too much bloody money! Now, if I was driving a 1967 275 GTB four-cam...
Roger the Car Salesman: You would not be a self-indulgent wiener, sir... You'd be a connoisseur.
Memphis: Precisely. Champagne would fall from the heavens. Doors would open. Velvet ropes would part.

Memphis: Shut it off!
Raymond Calitri: You got 30 seconds to consider your options. One, you kill me, they kill you, your brother dies anyway.
Memphis: Shut it off!
Raymond Calitri: Two, you lie, you accept the job, you run, I hunt you down, I kill you, I kill your brother, and I kill your mother for the aggravation you cause me. Three, you accept the job, you steal some cars, you make some money, and you be a big brother.

Hey Sphinx, check it out. Homeboy got "SNAKE" on the license plate. Well, Snake gon' have to slither his ass all the way to the bus stop in the morning... I got some low-riding music for you. It's better than that cracker shit you listen to.

Mirror Man

Donny: How did you get this car?
Freb: Actually, the keys were in it.
Donny: Well, that kinda defies the point.
Memphis: You stole a car that wasn't on the list. Why don't you just go to the police station in a red clown suit and let everybody know what we're doing here?

Johnnie B.: Raines! Memphis Raines!
Memphis: Do I know you?
Johnnie B.: Well, you should know me, considering all the business you screwed up for me in the past, baby.
Memphis: Johnnie B.
Johnnie B.: That's me.
Memphis: What can I do for you?
Johnnie B.: Well, I'll tell you what you can do for me. Get out of Long Beach, tonight.

Kip: Why are people shooting at us?
Memphis: 'Cause I blew up their car!

Kip: Uh, I'm not like my brother. You know, I don't just abandon my friends.
Atley Jackson: Oh, man, I oughtta smack you silly, boy.
Kip: Well, go on then. Straighten it out.
Atley Jackson: Your mother told him to go. She knew that if Memphis stayed, you were gonna walk his line. You were gonna join his crew. But she told him to pick up and go. And he did, thinking it was best for you. He left all of us, for you. I guess it wasn't that big a deal for him though, really. Wasn't that big a sacrifice leaving everything he'd ever known behind. Than six years later, ain't life grand? You became a car boost anyway. How 'bout that?

It's okay, Eleanor. It can be fixed.

Memphis

Drycoff: What's up?
Det. Roland Castlebeck: What's the story with that HumVee?
Drycoff: Gone.
Det. Roland Castlebeck: Cadillac?
Drycoff: Same. Where we goin'?
Det. Roland Castlebeck: The only '67 Shelby in the area is registered at a place called the International Towers in Long Beach.
Drycoff: Let's go to Long Beach.

Inspector Cobb: We'll be back to pick you up in 15 minutes.
John McClane: Take your time. I expect to be dead in four.

John Mason: Your mother, she was very special.
Jade Angelou: Yeah, she was. But I don't think that we should romanticize what happened between you and her. Two people meet in a bar after a Led Zeppelin concert, head out, and I was the result.
John Mason: Well, I'd like to think it would have led somewhere if...
Jade Angelou: If what? Six federal marshals hadn't kicked down her door and dragged you back to prison?

Mason, the second you don't respect this, it kills you.

Stanley Goodspeed

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