Collateral (2004)

Max: The fat man, the penthouse guy, the jazz man. That leaves two.
Felix: Can you finish?
Max: In six years, when have I not?

Vincent: Max, I do this for a living.

Vincent: What's your name?
Max: Max.
Vincent: Max. I'm Vincent.

Vincent: Yo, homey! That my briefcase?

Vincent: Take comfort in knowing you never had a choice.

Pedrosa: What's up? Why do you want to know about our case?
Fanning: Any unusual activity tonight?
Pedrosa: Like what?
Fanning: That relates to a series of murders in Wilshire Central or West Hollywood?
Pedrosa: All quiet on the western front. Various people are asleep. Various people are awake. They come and go in cars, pickups, taxis. Other than that, we watch the air move.

Max: What's with you, man?
Vincent: As in?
Max: As in, if somebody had a gun to your head and said, "You gotta tell me what's going on with this person over here or I'm gonna kill you. What is driving him? What is he thinking?" You know, you couldn't do it, could you? Because they would have to kill your ass because you don't know what anyone else is thinking. I think you're low, my brother. Way low.

Annie: ...Go Ahead. Say it.
Max: Say what?
Annie: No, say it. You we're right, your way was faster.
Max: Ah, I got lucky with the lights.

Fanning: According to the cab company's dispatch unit, he's been driving that cab for twelve years.
Pedrosa: So what?
Fanning: So you're telling me the guy walks into a phone booth, and shazam, changes into a meat-eater super assassin? What's he do, squeeze them in between fares?

Vincent: You got ten minutes. 10:01? I drive the cab to the hospital and execute your mother on my way out of town, and don't pretend indifference.
Max: I can't do this.

Vincent: Get with it. Millions of galaxies of hundreds of millions of stars, in a speck on one in a blink. That's us, lost in space. The cop, you, me... Who notices?

Traffic Cop #2: Hey, man, what did you do, have a food fight in here?

Vincent: You attract attention, you're going to get people killed who didn't need to be.

Felix: Now you're here. Why?
Max: I lost my stuff. The list.
Felix: I want you to listen to me real well. Special groups put together the list of dedos.
Max: Dedos?
Felix: Fingers, informants. Signal interceptions with voice-recognition software, surveillance. A very expensive counter-intelligence worked up that list. An important list, wouldn't you say? And you lost it?
Max: Yeah, I'm sorry. Sorry.
Felix: Sorry? 'Sorry' does not put Humpty Dumpty back together again.

Traffic Cop #2: Hey, is this blood up here on your windshield?
Max: Yeah, uh, yeah. I hit a deer.
Traffic Cop #1: You hit a deer?
Max: Yeah, over on, uh, it was on Slauson.
Traffic Cop #1: A South Central deer?

Max: Why didn't you just kill me and get another cab driver?
Vincent: Cause you're good. We're in this together. Fates intertwined. Cosmic Coincidence.

Vincent: Of all the cabbies in L.A. I get Max, Sigmund Freud meets Dr. Ruth.

Max: I'm not taking you to see my mother.
Vincent: Since when was any of this negotiable?

Daniel: I mean, everybody and their momma knew you don't just come up and talk to Miles Davis. I mean, he may have looked like he was chilling, but he was absorbed. This one hip couple, one of them tried to shake his hand one day. And the guy says, "Hi, my name is..." Miles said, "Get the fuck outta my face, you jive motherfucker, and take your silly bitch with you."

Daniel: Just when I thought you were a cool guy.
Vincent: I am a cool guy, with a job I contracted to do.