The Hitman

Del:
I'm so goddamn horny I could f*** mud.

Chris Garret:
[police arriving outside, Garret has Del tied into a chair hanging out of the window] Now if you feel the need to piss your pants Del? just squeeze them cheeks... real tight...

Detective Chambers:
[approaching Garret who is near Del at the window] Ok Garret, we'll take it from here...

Chris Garret:
It's just about time anyway...

Detective Chambers:
[walking after Garret who has started walking away from the window where Del's chair is rigged with a bomb] What's that mean?... Garret...

Detective Chambers:
[Del explodes, Chambers is shocked] Damn it Garret... we wanted him alive...

Chris Garret:
[smiling] Ain't life a b*tch?

[after killing a bunch of thugs]

Chris Garret:
Welcome to my world.

Chris Garret:
Running from your fear is more painful than facing it.

Mobster:
[Garret approaching them] Who are you...?

Chris Garret:
[to five Arab terrorists in a restaurant] I've come to deliver a warning from Mr. Lacombe.

Mobster:
Just you?

Chris Garret:
[cocky] I don't see anyone else around. Do you? Mr Lacambe has sent me to tell you... camel jockeys... that if you f*** with him... he's gonna cut off your balls and stick 'em up your ass... [tastes some of there food and spits it out, washes his fingers in the main terrorist's drink] You actually eat this sh*t...?

Mobster:
[angry] You're a dead man...

Chris Garret:
[smirking] I'm not afraid to die... are you?

Mobster:
[angry] No... Allah protects us...

Chris Garret:
[smiling almost laughing] Well, in that case... this shouldn't hurt... [slams his head into the table]

Hassan:
You! F***! Motherf***!

Chris Garret:
[Hassan reaches for a pistol in the waistband of his pants, Garret blows him away with his shotgun. Hassan flys through the air and crashes through a window] Drop dead.

Andre Lacombe:
You've developed a sense of humor since we last met. How about self-control?

Marco Luganni:
When necessary.

Chris Garret:
Why did you agree to see me?

Andre Lacombe:
So that you could carry a personal message back to that garlic-breath pig. I have moved south. I will stay south. Luganni is too weak to kick me out. And should you, he, or these Iranians you mention ever come into Vancouver, I will personally write Andre Lacombe's name on all your snowy graves... with piss.

Chris Garret:
[Lacombes assistant tries remove Garret, Garret floors him and pulls a shotgun that was not detected by Lacombes assistant] It maybe your handwriting... but it will have to be his dick...

Del:
[pointing a gun at Luganni] Arriverderci, a**hole!

Marco Luganni:
Where was my guys?

Del:
Hey, fat f***! [pulls open a van door to reveal two dead men]

Racist Father:
[after Garrett watches him abuse his son all the way back to their house for losing a fight to a black kid, he walks up to the front door and rings the bell] Well well well! And what the hell do you want, n*gger lover? [Garrett punches the guy in the nose through the screen on the storm door, and walks away]