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.
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!
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.
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.
Jack Billings: [about getting a shot] It hurts a lot.
Frank Martin: Look at me. I promise I'll never let anyone hurt you a lot.
Jack Billings: Promise?
Frank Martin: You know my fourth rule? Never make a promise you can't keep.
Girl on jetski: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Frank Martin: I'm trying to catch a bus!
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.
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.
Hold on. Just came out of the dry cleaners.Frank Martin
[he removes his jacket and fights the carjackers]
Have a good life. What's left of it.Frank Martin
My problem isn't physical... it's psychological.Lola
Lola: [after the car chase] I think we lost them.
Frank Martin: Think again.
Lola: [shoots down helicopter] Thought complete.