Elderly Man: In the church, they say to forgive.
Creasy: Forgiveness is between them and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting.
Rayburn: [refering to Creasy to Miguel Manzano in the Agency for Federal Investigation Headquarters] A man can be an artist... in anything, food, whatever. It depends on how good he is at it. Creasy's art is death. He's about to paint his masterpiece.
Lisa: What are you gonna do?
Creasy: What I do best. I'm gonna kill 'em. Anyone that was involved. Anybody who profited from it. Anybody who opens their eyes at me.
Lisa: [Whispering] You kill 'em all.
Creasy: [Creasy to Rayburn in Rayburn's truck regarding punishing those who kidnapped Pita] Revenge is a meal best served cold.
Pita: Dear God, I do not ask for health or wealth. People ask you so often that you can't have any left. Give me, God, what else you have. Give me what no-one else asks for. Amen.
Rayburn: [refering to Creasy, to Miguel Manzano in the Agency for Federal Investgations] He'll deliver more justice in a weekend than ten years of your courts and tribunals.
Fuentes: [with both his hands tied to the hood of the car] You know, I-I'm a professional.
Creasy: That's what everybody keeps saying. "I'm just a professional". Everybody keeps saying that to me. "I'm just a professional", "I'm just a professional". I'm getting sick and tired of hearing that.
Pita: [while doing her homework in her room] What was your first girlfriends' name?
Creasy: Nonya.
Pita: Nonya who?
Creasy: Nonya business.
Pita: I love you, Creasy. And you love me too, don't you?
Creasy: Yes, I do. With all my heart, Pita. Go.
Creasy: [during a barbeque cookout at his home with his family] Do you think God'll forgive us for what we've done?
Rayburn: No.
Rayburn: [over the phone with Creasy] Well, you know what they say. A bullet always tells the truth.
Creasy: Okay, my friend. It's off to the next life for you. I guarantee you, you won't be lonely.
[Creasy has rectally inserted a five minute time bomb into Fuentes]
Fuentes: [with both his hands tied to the hood of the car] A last wish, please, please. Please.
Creasy: Last wish? I wish you had more time.
[last lines]
Creasy: I'm goin' home, too. I'm goin' to Blue Bayou.
[Creasy is planning to go after Fuentes, a high-ranking corrupt police lieutenant]
Mariana: He's protected better than our president.
Creasy: He's gonna need it.
Creasy: [using a military approach to train her how to swim faster] There is no such thing as tough. There is trained and untrained. Now which are you?
Creasy: [talking to "The Voice" on the phone right after shooting his brothers hand] I'm gonna take your family apart piece by piece, you understand me? Piece by piece.
Rayburn: [refering to Creasy and Pita, to Miguel Manzano in the Agency for Federal Investigation Headquarters] She showed him it was OK to live again.
