The Replacement Killers

Meg Coburn:
So you didn't want to kill a kid. Welcome to the human race.

John Lee:
I'll need guns.

Meg Coburn:
Smile, and say "Flight from prosecution."

Wei:
The boy will die.

John Lee:
Not in your lifetime.

[shoots Mr. Wei]

Meg Coburn:
Hostage etiquette: kidnapper pays the incidentals.

Wei:
Do not confuse luck with skill.

Stan 'Zeedo' Zedkov:
You're not under arrest, Meg, which means you have no right to an attorney.

Meg Coburn:
It also means I can walk out the f***ing door.

[Kogan is stalking Meg]

Michael Kogan:
I'm gonna find you. But you could save me time and put a bullet in your head. If the positions were reversed, I'd do the same for you.

[he becomes distracted, then she appears behind him]

Meg Coburn:
Are you?

Michael Kogan:
Excuse me?

Meg Coburn:
Gonna put a bullet in your head, now that our positions are reversed?

Michael Kogan:
[attempts to laugh] Meg, it doesn't...

[he wheels around, she shoots him dead]

Meg Coburn:
I didn't think so.

Meg Coburn:
You know, you could've saved yourself a lot of trouble just by doing that third job.

John Lee:
It was wrong. Mr. Wei was taking revenge. A man named Zedkov killed his son.

Meg Coburn:
Zedkov? Jesus Christ. You're getting yourself killed for a cop?

John Lee:
Not a cop. His son.

Meg Coburn:
What?

John Lee:
A seven-year-old boy.

Meg Coburn:
Why?

John Lee:
That's how Mr. Wei *deals* with his enemies. Through their families.

John Lee:
It will be the last death I cause.

[John Lee points his gun at the back of Collins head, and Collins realizes his time is up]

Collins:
Checkmate.

John Lee:
My father taught me how to shoot.

Meg Coburn:
Playing catch is so impersonal.

Meg Coburn:
[Holding gun to John's head] Now what the f*** did you get me into with Terence Wei?

John Lee:
He's my patron.

Meg Coburn:
Patron?

John Lee:
He made it possible for me to come here.

Meg Coburn:
What does he, sponsor you to play the violin?

John Lee:
...in exchange for... services.

Meg Coburn:
What a nice way of saying you kill people.

John Lee:
You're safer with me.

Meg Coburn:
Is it my perfume or something? Because you are the second guy today to assume I need, want or will accept help. I won't.

John Lee:
[drawing his pistol] It's not an option.

Meg Coburn:
And what happens when I tell you to go f*** yourself? [John c*cks his pistol]

Meg Coburn:
O.K. If that's the way you want to play it. But when the gun is in my hand, we're gonna have this conversation again.