Rachel: So, can we get you anything?
Frank: Yeah, orange juice.
Rachel: Well, you don't look like a bodyguard.
Frank: What'd you expect?
Rachel: Well, I don't know, maybe a tough guy?
Frank: This is my disguise.
Rachel: But I can't go out on a date because you have to be with me every minute. I mean, what if he wants to invite me up to his place afterwards? Are you gonna come too?
Rachel: Will you grab that jacket for me? The red one, please?
Frank: I'm here to keep you alive, not help you shop.
Rachel: And you're ready to die for me?
Frank: It's the job.
Rachel: And you'd do it? Why?
Frank: I can't sing.
Fletcher 'Fletch' Marron: What are you afraid of?
Frank: I'm af - I'm afraid of not being there.
Frank: I don't want to talk about this again.
Frank: This house is wide open.
Sy Spector: Excuse me?
Frank: I said this house is wide open and you people have no clue what real security is or what it takes to achieve it.
Rachel: You afraid I might get picked off in my snazzy running suit?
Frank: No, I'm afraid that I might have to jog with you.
Rachel: I don't trust discipline. I know, at that crucial moment, I'd cop out.
Frank Farmer: We're adding to your duties. You're my new assistant.
Henry: Says who?
Frank Farmer: Henry, I've spent a lot of time guarding people all over the world, and I've found one thing to be true - no matter how incompetent the assassins, no matter how much they miss their target, there's always one person who always gets hit.
Frank Farmer: The cocky black chauffeur.
Frank: It's Portman, the guy from Miami.
Tony: Right, pencil neck?
Frank: You're too old to be this naive .
Frank: This is the night.