The Bodyguard

Rachel:
You afraid I might get picked off in my snazzy running suit?

Frank:
No, I'm afraid that I might have to jog with you.

Rachel:
So, can we get you anything?

Frank:
Yeah, orange juice.

Rachel:
Straight?

Frank:
Aw, Christ, I told you why! I - I can't protect you like this.

Rachel:
So that's it for me? That's it?

Frank:
Yeah.

Rachel:
Well, I don't believe it!

Frank:
Well, you can live with it, or you can fire me.

Rachel:
But I can't f*** you.

Rachel:
And you're ready to die for me?

Frank:
It's the job.

Rachel:
And you'd do it? Why?

Frank:
I can't sing.

Rachel:
[sees her son, Fletcher, getting into a boat] You know, Fletcher can't swim very well.

Herb Farmer:
I guess he'd better stay in the boat, then.

Frank:
[after Nicki kisses him] You're a lovely woman.

Nicki Marron:
But you don't want me. I'm surprised. Thorough fellow like yourself. Why stop at one sister when you could have f***ed them both?

Frank:
I make my mistakes.

Nicki Marron:
But you didn't say no to the boss.

Sy Spector:
Bill said you used to be with the Secret Service.

Frank:
That's right.

Sy Spector:
Ever guard the main man?

Frank:
I was two years with Carter, four with Reagan.

Sy Spector:
Reagan got shot!

Frank:
Not on my shift.

Frank:
[shakes the weathered intercom speaker] Frank Farmer to see Miss Marron.

Intercom voice:
[static hiss] What?

Frank:
Alexander Graham Bell, to see Miss Marron.

Intercom voice:
You got an appointment?

Frank:
Yeah... the atomic number of zinc is thirty.

Intercom voice:
All right. [gate opens to let Frank enter]

Rachel:
Well, you don't look like a bodyguard.

Frank:
What'd you expect?

Rachel:
Well, I don't know, maybe a tough guy?

Frank:
This is my disguise.

Frank Farmer:
We're adding to your duties. You're my new assistant.

Henry:
Says who?

Frank Farmer:
Henry, I've spent a lot of time guarding people all over the world, and I've found one thing to be true - no matter how incompetent the assassins, no matter how much they miss their target, there's always one person who always gets hit.

Henry:
Who?

Frank Farmer:
The cocky black chauffeur.

Woman in Green:
[approaching Frank] I've been watching you all night from across the room.

Frank:
Why don't you go back there. Keep watching.

Fletcher 'Fletch' Marron:
What are you afraid of?

Frank:
I'm af - I'm afraid of not being there.

Rachel:
Will you grab that jacket for me? The red one, please?

Frank:
I'm here to keep you alive, not help you shop.

Frank:
[when asked how he uncovered the identity of the assassin] They don't wash cars on the upper level.

Frank:
This house is wide open.

Sy Spector:
Excuse me?

Frank:
I said this house is wide open and you people have no clue what real security is or what it takes to achieve it.

Rachel:
And I want to be able to eat brunch with my friends.

Frank:
So go on Tuesdays.

Sy Spector:
Tuesday morning brunch? Where'd you get this guy, Bill?

Rachel:
But I can't go out on a date because you have to be with me every minute. I mean, what if he wants to invite me up to his place afterwards? Are you gonna come too?

Rachel:
I don't trust discipline. I know, at that crucial moment, I'd cop out.

Rachel:
What's going on, Frank?

Frank:
I want to keep it straight in my head what job I'm doing.

Rachel:
And what is that exactly? Making me feel like sh*t?

Nicki Marron:
[to Frank, referring to Rachel] Everybody said she was a sure thing... But of course, you already knew that.

[as Rachel heads towards the waiting paparazzi]

Frank:
Is this really necessary?

Rachel:
Quit bitchin', Farmer, this is the part you *do* get paid for!

Rachel:
[to Frank] What are you looking at? You've probably never had a heavy night in your whole damn disciplined life.

Rachel:
You know, Farmer, you're a self-righteous son of a b*tch.

Frank:
[chuckles]

Rachel:
And don't you laugh at me! Don't you dare judge me!

Frank:
Oh, give me a break, will ya? I didn't tell you to f*** everybody in the hotel!

Frank:
The people who hire me, they don't have to be convinced to save their own lives.

Frank:
This is the night.

Fletcher 'Fletch' Marron:
You're the new bodyguard aren't you.

Frank:
[Smiles] What do you know about it?

Fletcher 'Fletch' Marron:
I've got ears.

Frank:
Well i'll remember that!

Frank:
I don't want to talk about this again.

Rachel:
[after Frank has killed the culprit and is lying on the stage bleeding] It's not my blood! It's not me! [They get ready to restrain Frank] Wait! He's my Bodyguard! Get some help! [to Frank] Stay with me! Frank! Stay with me!

Devaney:
[In the limo] Tony, you remember what you are supposed to be doign?

Frank:
Relax, Tony knows what he is doing.

Rachel:
Nothing is going to happen will you lighten up. [Sits back] Unless I don't win the fricken award. [She laughs and Sy gives her a glare] Geez, what a group! You know what, f*** it! I'm tired of worrying about it.

Frank:
It's Portman, the guy from Miami!

Tony:
Right, pencil neck?

Frank:
You're too old to be this naive !

Rachel:
[Skip is nervously prompting Rachel to return to her seat before her award category is presented] I'm moving as fast as I can, Skip, why don't you go twitch somewhere else?

Fletcher 'Fletch' Marron:
She's real mad at you, isn't she?

Fletcher 'Fletch' Marron:
She told me she does not understand why you're being so shitty to her.

Frank:
I don't like it when you use language like that Fletcher.

Frank:
I spent a lot of time learning not to react to things like other people do; it's my job... It doesn't always work... Doesn't always work.

Fletcher 'Fletch' Marron:
I don't think I understand.

Frank:
I am an old man compared to you pal, and I don't understand either... I'm starting to get the feeling that I will never will.