A Force of One

Matt Logan:
Whoever did this... they're as good as dead.

Harbor Guard:
[over a dead cop's body] Just what the hell were your guys doing?

Dunne:
Son of a b*tch, I don't know. You tell me. I sure as hell don't know.

Dunne:
Oh, sh*t. Sh*t, sh*t! [sigh] Okay, Harry, what'd ya got?

Dr. Eppis:
Well, the bruises were so deep that there was internal hemorrage. And, uh, major tracheal injuries. Obliterating the air passage. In otherwords, uh... something smashed their windpipes, and they strangled in their own blood.

Charlie Logan:
I wonder if that guy knows he's so obnoxious.

Dunne:
See, it's not that we don't work the streets. It's just someone's working them faster.

Charlie Logan:
[taking off his belt] You're gonna get it.

Harriett:
Oh yeah? Who's gonna give it to me?

Charlie Logan:
I am. [whips her backside with his belt] And DON'T CALL ME CHARLES NO MORE!