Death Wish 3

Paul Kersey:
A .475 Wildey magnum is a shorter version of the African big game cartridge, it makes a real mess.

Kathryn Davis:
I hope you like chicken. It's the only thing I know how to make.

Paul Kersey:
Chicken's good. I like chicken.

Bennett:
They call him "The Giggler".

Paul Kersey:
Jesus, he really moves.

Tulio:
They killed the Giggler, man!

Fraker:
They had no business doing that. None.

Mrs. Kaprov:
[inspecting a booby-trap, Kersey notices something] What is it?

Paul Kersey:
Teeth.

Paul Kersey:
Hey, what's the problem?

Punk at Car #1:
What?

Paul Kersey:
With the car... what's the problem?

Punk at Car #1:
Just get outta my f***in' face. Who are you?

Punk at Car #2:
We're stealing a f***in' car, what's it to you?

Paul Kersey:
It's my car.

Punk at Car #1:
Now you gonna die! [Kersey shoots them both dead]

Paul Kersey:
I'm going out for some ice cream... this is America, isn't it?

Paul Kersey:
My friend Wildey's coming.

Bennett:
We heard shots. What happened?

Paul Kersey:
I sent them a message.

Fraker:
Hey, man, I always win!

Richard S. Shriker:
I can't do anything... I'm a cop.

Bennett:
What's the car for?

Paul Kersey:
Bait.

Fraker:
Bulletproof a**hole! Just like yours!

Cop:
WE know that you did it! YOU know that WE know that you did it! WE know that you know that we know that you did it!

Bennett:
Believe it or not, this used to be a great neighborhood - till it changed.

Doctor at hospital:
Mrs. Rodriguez has expired.

Paul Kersey:
But you told me over the phone she only had a broken arm?

Bennett:
[after watching Kersey make his own bullets for half an hour] You load the shells yourself?

Paul Kersey:
Nothing's too good for our friends!

Richard S. Shriker:
[speaking to Kersey] I have a theory. If I'm right, after LA you turned pro. [looks a newspaper clippings] Six creeps shot dead in a week. Four gang mebers killed in Kansas City.

Richard S. Shriker:
[speaking to Kersey at the police station] I don't like creeps any more than you do. But I can't do anything about them. See, I'm a cop. But you, you shoot 'em.

Paul Kersey:
It's like killing roaches - you have to kill 'em all, otherwise what's the use?

Fraker:
[as his entire gang has an opposing gang member pinned down] HURT HIM!

Richard S. Shriker:
[to Kersey] What am I going to do with you, dude?

Richard S. Shriker:
[to Kersey] I owed you that one, dude!

Paul Kersey:
Do you always violate peoples Constitutional Rights?

Richard S. Shriker:
Well this is MY jail, Kersey, and I'M the LAW. That means I GET to violate your Constitutional Rights! [punches Kersey in the face]

Bennett:
[to Kersey] Who are you?

Bennett:
[to Kersey] You know, what goes on out there, is a disgrace.

Bennett:
[to Kersey] Are you going to go back where you came from?

Bennett:
[to Kersey] Did he say anything?

Bennett:
[to Kersey] What happened?

Bennett:
[to Kersey] What are you doing?

Bennett:
[to Kersey] Who's Wildey?

Bennett:
[to Kersey] Is that like a .44 magnum?

Bennett:
[to Kersey] Blow the scum away!

Bennett:
[to Kersey] Twenty years nobody ever did that to me, break my windows! Well I say f*** 'em. I've had it.

Fraker:
[to Kersey on being released from jail] See... I got a lawyer. But I gotta tell yah, if they hadn't broken us up I would've killed you. Next time, you won't even see me coming. Tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna kill a little old lady, just for you. Catch it on the six o'clock news.

Hector:
Didn't think we'd see you out so soon... Hey man, it's good to see ya! I've just been taking care of a little business, you know?

Fraker:
I can see that...

Hector:
You said I should.

Fraker:
Did I?

Fraker:
[Gang restrains Hector] This is the sticker head. And you're the sticky!

Hector:
No! [Fraker stabs Hector in the throat with a switch blade]

Rodriguez:
[to Kersey, about the package just arrived in the mail] What is it?

Paul Kersey:
A LAWS missile launcher. Anti tank, anti personnel. These rounds are self propelling, armour piercing. The round arms three feet out of the barrel. Won't do me much good though, unless I can get them bunched...

Rodriguez:
All I got is a zip gun.

Paul Kersey:
Well, we should get a few of them...

[repeated line]

Bennett:
That's my shop!

Bennett:
[to Kersey] You load the shells yourself? [as he stands there watching Kersey load the shells himself]

Fraker:
[Apparently calling 1-800-Dial-a-Thug] Yeah, Manny Fraker here. Listen, I need some more guys, as many as you can spare me. I need to put some more heat in my area. Yeah, thanks.