The Transporter

Lai:
He's a bastard, but he's still my father.

Lai:
You're always complaining, except when we make love. Then you say nothing.

Frank:
I'd like to do some sight-seeing.

Pilot:
this plane isn't for tourists

[Frank pulls out gun]

Frank:
I'm not a tourist.

Frank:
You don't need your mouth to pee.

Frank:
Transportation is a precise business.

Mr. Kwai:
The delivery will be made. My daughter will get over it. If I'm lucky, she'll see the light.

Frank:
Yeah, and if she's lucky, maybe you'll get hit by a truck.

Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt:
For the record, there aren't 400 people in that container. Only 395 made it here alive.

Frank:
That's your last pee break for this trip.

Frank:
Rule #1. Never change the deal.

Frank:
All right, that's enough juice for now.

Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt:
[to injured guy in bed] Who did this to you?

Guy in hospital:
[weakly] The transporter.

Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt:
The transporter's dead.

Guy in hospital:
[weakly] No. Believe me. He isn't.

Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt:
I believe you. And the police were they here?

[comes up close to injured guy and starts wiping the sweat off from his mouth using his handkerchief]

Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt:
You told them nothing right?

Guy in hospital:
No.

Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt:
Of course, you couldn't. Let's keep it that way.

[Jams the handkerchief down the guy's throat choking him to death]

Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt:
[Life support machine sounds the flat line]

Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt:
[removes the cord and hooks it up to the other guy's connector monitor, and the machine stops making the flat lines sound]

Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt:
Poor Frank. What'd she tell you? That we're smuggling people in containers. You know *Lai's* a great name for her.

Tarconi:
I always say, the way a man treats his car is how he treats himself.

[Mr. Kwai is about to shoot Frank]

Frank:
I'd rather see it coming.

Mr. Kwai:
Makes no difference to me.

[Lai has gun on her father Mr. Kwai]

Lai:
Please. I beg of you. Stop what you are doing.

Mr. Kwai:
I do what I do best. I am who I am. Now, if you're going to use that gun then use it. Otherwise, *get this gun out of my face!*

[Lai has gun on Wall Street]

Lai:
Ten seconds, two choices. One, the information; the papers or your brains on the desk. Now tell me I'm lying.

Darren 'Wall Street' Bettencourt:
[about Frank] Hmmm, I like him.

Tarconi:
Monsieur Frank, people with this kind of firepower do not make mistakes about who they visit. Who would want you this dead?