Conan: Real badass cops. You don't look so tough now, do you? DO YOU, YOU FUCK!
Tango: [facing Cash] Must mean you.
Catherine: And I promise, Lieutenant, that I will be a good girl.
Tango: There it is. Key word: good. See, you're telling me that you're going to be this good girl because you know, don't you, automatically I think you're going to be bad.
[Chinese guys crashes his truck and Cash moves up to the passenger door, pointing his gun at him.] Gabriel Cash: What's the matter, ace? Got a little headache?
Ray Tango: Rambo? Rambo's a pussy.
Yves Perret: Rats in a maze, men in a cage.
Yves Perret: When the one Great Scorer comes to write against your name, he'll mark... not that you won or lost... but how you played the game. What bullshit.
Ray Tango: I think that with your IQ, you're unarmed and still very dangerous.
Yves Perret: Quicker... and easier. Yes, quick and easy is how you make a cake. Or clean a toilet bowl, or shop... by mail. But quicker and easier is not how you run a multi-million dollar business such as ours.
Gabriel Cash: Lucky for me this place is soundproof. That way nobody gets to hear me beating the truth out of you.