Man on Fire

Creasy:
Forgiveness is between them and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting.

Rayburn:
A man can be an artist... in anything, food, whatever. It depends on how good he is at it. Creasey's art is death. He's about to paint his masterpiece.

Fuentes:
A last wish, please, please. Please.

Creasy:
Last wish? I wish you had more time.

Pita:
Do you have a girlfriend, Creasy?

Creasy:
What?

Pita:
Do you have a girlfriend?

Creasy:
No. What kind of question is that, anyway? You're supposed to be studying history, okay?

Pita:
It is history... Creasy history.

Creasy:
No, that's ancient history.

Lisa:
You read the Bible Mr. Creasy?

Creasy:
Yeah, sometimes.

Lisa:
Does it help?

Creasy:
Yeah, sometimes

Pita:
What was your first girlfriends' name?

Creasy:
Nonya.

Pita:
Nonya who?

Creasy:
Nonya business.

Samuel:
Your resume is quite impressive. 16 years of miltary experience, extensive counter-terrorism work. I'm surprised anyone could afford you, what's the catch?

Creasy:
I drink.

Samuel:
How does that affect you?

Creasy:
Coordination, reaction time. Top professionals try to kidnap your daughter I'll do the best I can but the service will be on par with the pay.

Samuel:
What if amatuers try?

Creasy:
I'd probably kill 'em. That likely?

Samuel:
No. No one is to know about your drinking. That includes my wife.

Pita:
CREASY!

Creasy:
PITA, RUN! RUN!

Pita:
Creasy!

Creasy:
Do you think God'll forgive us for what we've done?

Rayburn:
No.

Pita:
I love you, Creasy. And you love me too, don't you?

Creasy:
Yes, I do. With all my heart, Pita. Go.

Rayburn:
Well, you know what they say. A bullet always tells the truth.

Creasy:
I am going to ask questions. If you don't answer fully and truthfully, you will suffer much more than you have to. I'm going to cut your fingers off. One by one, if I have to.

Creasy:
I got all the time in the world. *You* don't, but I do.

Rayburn:
A bullet always tells the truth.

Rayburn:
He'll deliver more justice in a weekend than ten years of your courts and tribunals.

Rayburn:
And they're gonna wish they never touched a hair on her head.

Creasy:
Okay, my friend. It's off to the next life for you. I guarantee you, you won't be lonely.

Fuentes:
You know, I-I'm a professional.

Creasy:
That's what everybody keeps saying. "I'm just a professional". Everybody keeps saying that to me. "I'm just a professional", "I'm just a professional". I'm getting sick and tired of hearing that.

Manzano:
Mariana?

Mariana:
Sí.

Manzano:
When do I get to sleep with you again?

Mariana:
We never sleep. We f***.

Creasy:
I'm goin' home, too. I'm goin' to Blue Bayou.

Creasy:
Revenge is a meal best served cold.

Mariana:
He's better protected than the president of Mexico!

Creasy:
He's gonna need it.

Person:
What is the situation with Mr. Creasy?

Rayburn:
Peter Ramos.

Person:
Yes what was the daughter to him?

Rayburn:
She showed him it was alright to live again.

Person:
And they took that away from him

Rayburn:
And they're going to wish they had never touched a hair on her head.

You tell her to tell you too tell me the name of her bear

Old man:

In the church, they say to forgive.

Creasy:

The forgiveness is between them and God, my job is to arrange the meeting.

Paul Rayburn [with reference to John Creasy to Miguel Manzano in the Agency for Federal Investigation Headquarters]:
  A man can be an artist... in anything, food, whatever. It depends on how good he is at it. Creasy's art is death. He's about to paint his masterpiece. [...] He'll deliver more justice in a weekend than ten years of your courts and tribunals.

Pita:
You're late.

Creasy:
I'm sorry.

Pita:
Where's my mother?

Creasy:
I dropped her at home.

Pita:
It's no wonder you're late. Why didn't she just come with you?

[Creasy doesn't answer]

Pita:
Do you think my mom likes you?

Creasy:
I think she's afraid of me. But not the same way most people are.

Pita:
I'm not afraid of you.

Creasy:
I know you're not.

Pita:
Are you afraid of me?

Creasy:
I used to be. At first. But not any more.

Pita:
Good.

Creasy:
The gunshot holds no fear, say it.

Pita:
The gunshot holds no fear.

Creasy:
You welcome the sound. In fact it's the sound that sets you free. You are a prisoner on this block until that sound sets you free.

Pita:
There are some good things in this world.

Creasy:
Oh yeah, like what?

Pita:
Like meeting me.

Sister Anna:
Do you ever see the Hand of God in what you do?

Creasy:
No, not for a long time.

Sister Anna:
The Bible says, "Do not be over come with evil, but overcome...?

Creasy:
"But overcome evil with good." [in Spanish] That's Romans Chapter 12 Verse 21. I am the sheep that got lost, Madre.

Lisa:
What are you gonna do?

Creasy:
What I do best. I'm gonna kill 'em. Anyone that was involved. Anybody who profited from it. Anybody who opens their eyes at me.

Lisa:
[whispering] You kill 'em all.

Creasy:
I'm going to tear your family apart piece by piece, YOU UNDERSTAND ME! PIECE BY PIECE!

Creasy:
I don't want your money! YOU UNDERSTAND ME?! No, I want you!

Creasy:
[to Samuel] I'm gonna ask your wife a couple of questions. You move... you make one sound... I'll snatch the life right outta you, understand?

Creasy:
There is no such thing as tough. There is trained and untrained. Now which are you?