Reservoir Dogs1992

Joe Cabot:
This man set us up.

Nice Guy Eddie:
Dad, I'm sorry, but I don't know what the Hell's happening.

Joe Cabot:
That's all right, Eddie. I do.

Mr. White:
What the f*** are you talking about?

Joe Cabot:
That lump of sh*t's working with the LAPD.

Mr. Orange:
Joe, I don't have the slightest f***ing idea what you're talking about.

Mr. White:
Joe, Joe, I don't know what you think you know, but you're wrong.

Joe Cabot:
Like Hell I am.

Mr. White:
Joe, trust me on this, you're making a mistake. He's a good kid. I understand you're hot, you're super f***ing pissed. We're all real emotional. But you're barking up the wrong tree. I know this man; he wouldn't do that.

Joe Cabot:
You don't know jack sh*t. I do: The cocksucker tipped off the cops and got Mr. Brown and Mr. Blue killed.

Mr. Pink:
Mr. Blue is dead?

Joe Cabot:
Dead as Dillinger.

Mr. White:
How do you know all this?

Joe Cabot:
He was the only one I wasn't a hundred percent on. I should have my f***ing head examined going ahead when I wasn't a hundred percent.

Mr. White:
That's your proof?!

Joe Cabot:
You don't need proof when you have instinct. I ignored it before, but no more. [Draws a gun and aims at Orange]

[Mr. White draws a gun and aims at Joe. And Eddie draws a gun and aims at White.]

Nice Guy Eddie:
Have you lost your f***ing mind?

Mr. White:
Joe, you're making a terrible mistake. I'm not gonna let you make it.

Mr. Pink:
[Slowly backing away] Come on, guys. Nobody wants this. We're supposed to be f***ing professionals!

Nice Guy Eddie:
Larry, look...It's been quite a long time, a lot of jobs. There's no need for this, man. Let's just put our guns down, and let's settle this with a f***ing conversation.

Mr. White:
Joe, if you kill that man, you die next. Repeat: If you kill that man, you die next.

Nice Guy Eddie:
Larry, we have been friends, and you respect my dad, and I respect you. But I will put f***ing bullets right through your heart if you don't put that f***ing gun down now.

Mr. White:
Goddamn you, Joe. Don't make me do this.

Nice Guy Eddie:
LARRY STOP POINTING THAT F***ING GUN AT MY DAD!

[White, Eddie, and Joe all shoot simultaneously.]