Dragonetti the Ruthless Contract Killer

Ivan Wrechik:
You are not a man. You are a f***ing thing from hell!

Claudio Dragonetti:
[Upon ripping out a featus from a living woman's womb] At least I wore protection!

Ivan Wrechik:
This is your last potato.

Claudio Dragonetti:
If you wanna f*** me at least you could buy me dinner first!

Ivan Wrechik:
What evil a man does survives. The good is buried when she dies. That's the way with Claudio. This is my city. My Gothemburg! Let's play a little golf. By the way, I called for some Spetnaz.

Zombiemaster:
Dragonetti... Remember Dragonetti! Do you remember?

Claudio Dragonetti:
My name is Claudio Dragonetti, and this is my story.

Ivan Wrechik:
I went through the numbers from the casino and something does not add up. Money is missing. A whole lot actually.

Patrik:
Is it alot of money?

Ivan Wrechik:
Two millions.

Patrik:
That's a lot of money.

Ivan Wrechik:
Come on Claudio. Don't be such a p*ssy cat.

Ivan Wrechik:
Nice place you got here.

Roland H?nell:
You are not welcome here.

Ivan Wrechik:
I am sorry? Come again.

Roland H?nell:
I am not afraid of you. Stop speaking English, for Satan! What do you want?

Ivan Wrechik:
I want my money. It's been three days now, of course I want my money.

Roland H?nell:
[Puts a pricetag on Ivan's forehead] And last time I did not get my stuff so I guess that makes us even or what?

Ivan Wrechik:
A price on my head!

Roland H?nell:
[Before being bludgeoned by Ivan] By Satan, you are not worth more!

Ivan Wrechik:
Det h?r ?r min stad. Mitt G?teborg!