Hard Target

Pik van Cleaf:
Randal, Randal, Randal. I know you didn't mean to... hurt... my feelings.

Pik van Cleaf:
Randal, I come back here, I cut me a steak.

Chance Boudreaux:
If you understand me, just grunt.

Douvee:
Ooh-wee! Ha ha! Sometimes I 'maze myself! Good whiskey make jackrabbit slap de bear!

Chance Boudreaux:
What's your name?

Natasha Binder:
It's Nat.

Chance Boudreaux:
'Nat?'

Natasha Binder:
Mm-hmm.

Chance Boudreaux:
Your parents named you for a... bug?

Chance Boudreaux:
You trust me?

Natasha Binder:
Of course I trust you.

Chance Boudreaux:
Close your eyes.

Natasha Binder:
Why do you want me to trust you with my eyes closed?

Chance Boudreaux:
Now take your pig-stick and your boyfriend, and find a bus to catch.

Elijah Roper:
Hey! Help me, man! Come on, man! Help me!

Man On The Street:
Hey, man! I ain't got no change, man!

Emil Fouchon:
You're not angry at me, are you, Pik?

Pik van Cleaf:
I don't get angry.

Pik van Cleaf:
I'm a professional.

Chance Boudreaux:
Sorry about your shirt.

Emil Fouchon:
Careless is what you are, Randal. Careless and stupid and now you're sorry, too.

Emil Fouchon:
I'll f*** you, then I'll eat you.

Mr. Poe:
Well, if it ain't my good friend Boudreaux. I thought you was gonna catha a ship.

Boudreaux:
Maybe I'll stick around to run for mayor.

Natasha Binder:
We're looking for someone who worked for you. The man's name is Douglas Binder.

Mr. Poe:
I never heard of him.

Boudreaux:
I think he know you.

Natasha Binder:
Did he work for you, sir?

Mr. Poe:
Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. I'm not too good with names.

Natrasha Binder:
I have a photograph.

Boudreaux:
What Mr. Poe trying to say, he is not too good with faces. Right?

Pick van Cleaf:
Hello, Randal. I didn't know you had company.

Boudreaux:
We were just leaving.

Boudreaux:
It's always nice to see you.

Det. Marie Mitchell:
You seem to have a real talent, Mr. Boudreaux, for attracting violence.

Boudreaux:
Does that make me a bad person?

Uncle Douvee:
We'll fix him up good. Put bandage on, it no hurt. Be strong, my boy.

Boudreaux:
Douvee, I've got some people after me.

Uncle Douvee:
I know. I can smell them.

Boudreaux:
You've still got a .30-06, the one I gave you for you birthday?

Uncle Douvee:
No. A gator ate it. But, uh, I've still got you shotgun.

Emil Fouchion:
[to Van Cleaf] Get the helicopter. Find Boudreaux. We'll set up an ambush this side of Bayou La Fouche.

Pick van Cleaf:
I can take him from the air.

Emil Fouchion:
Any pinhead can take him from the air. I want to take him from the ground!

Pick van Cleaf:
I can take him from the air.

Emil Fouchion:
Be a professional, Pick.

Pick van Cleaf:
Hey, you're making a mistake here.

Emil Fouchion:
Make sure he gets there, Pick.

[Boudreaux and van Cleaf reload his guns, and before shooting]

Pick van Cleaf:
Boudreaux, Boudreaux, Boudreaux. I've been looking all over for you.

Boudreaux:
You've been looking in the wrong places.

Pick van Cleaf:
That's good, because I know you wouldn't want to... hurt my feelings.