Tony Two Toes: We're from the local 129th, sonny.
Mikey: We heard you was loading a ship without the assistance of bonefide union labor. Say it ain't so.
Calderon: Don't you ever get tired of babysitting scumbags?
John: Yeah, but in your case I'll make an exception.
Morehart: This is James Haggarty, our chief of security.
Robert: Hey, you ever done any wetwork?
James Haggerty: Only on three different continents.
Robert: Wow, really? Listen, you wanna impress me, slick? Do your fucking job.
Tony Two Toes: No one screws with the union.
Robert: You know, some people take things for granted, like the ability to chew solid food.
Tony Two Toes: There they are. Commie bastards.
Mikey: They're not communists any more, Tony. They're a federation of independent liberated states.
Tony Two Toes: Don't make me hurt you, Mikey.
John: Drop your gun.
Robert: What?
John: If you drop your gun now, I promise I won't kill you.
Father Rodriguez: The police have returned to the safety of their doughnut shops.
Robert: Turn this thing around.
Pilot: I've got a may-day, I'm trying to keep us in the air.
Robert: I said turn around and take him out now.
John: Don't move. You're dead.
John: Lee, this is Father Rodriguez.
Lee: How do you do?
Father Rodriguez: Of course, I wasn't always Father Rodriguez. You might say I was born again, with a little help from our friend here.
John: Some of his Colombian associates wanted to introduce him to God personally.
Father Rodriguez: I've been given a second chance at life. I'm using it to do God's work.
