Parker

Leslie Rodgers:
How do you sleep at night?

Parker:
I don't drink coffee after 7.

Parker:
I don't steal from anyone who can't afford it, and I don't hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it.

Parker:
I'd kill him while I had the chance.

Parker:
[In Southern accent] Daniel Parmitt, San Antonio, Texas.

Parker:
[points the gun] Do what I say and you won't get hurt.

Jack:
[tried to take out gun from holster] Mine's bigger than yours.

Parker:
[shoots him in the leg] It's not the size, it's how you use it.

Parker:
[Torturing man with a bar stool] If you don't tell me what I need to know, I'm gonna press down on this chair until it crushes your trachea. Trust me, it's agonizing. Plus, there's the posthumous humiliation of having been killed with a chair.

Jake Fernandez:
[after Leslie buys a large cup of coffee] Hey, you have a cupholder in your car, or you just keep that between your legs?

Leslie Rodgers:
Well, it's large and black, Jake. Where do you think I like it?

Leslie Rodgers:
I'm sick of chauffeuring these f***ing entitled wannabe playboys who have never worked a day in their life. Showing them houses that I could never afford. Laughing at their jokes that I can't stand. All while fending off their gropes. But not all their gropes. Because you never know, one of these days I might just might get a full commission.

Leslie Rodgers:
Do you ever feel bad about what you do?

Parker:
Everyone steals, Leslie. Some people admit it to themselves, some don't. It's what human beings do. That's why we invented locks.

Leslie Rodgers:
Are you crazy? You almost died! Well, you have a, a mangled hand, a broken rib!

Claire:
Four this time.

Ascension:
[under her breath] This is a real man.

[last lines]

James:
I believe that man that we found on the side of the road that day, he weren't no man at all. He was an angel, sent here to test us.