Pearl: [seductively] I've got a few minutes.
Porter: So go boil an egg.
Porter: [voiceover] Crooked cops. Do they come in any other way? If I'd been just a little dumber, I could have joined the force myself.
[Porter shoots a hole in Fairfax's suitcase]
Fairfax: Hey. What the hell are you doing, man? This is...
Bronson: [on speakerphone] Fairfax? Fairfax.
Fairfax: No, no, it's all right, he's just killing my alligator bags and shooting holes in my suits. Man, that's just MEAN. That's MEAN, man.
[Porter has just threatened to kill Carter while talking to Bronson on the phone]
Bronson: Are you threatening me?
Porter: I'm not threatening you, I'm threatening Carter.
Stegman: You know what, Val, this one's on me. OK?
Val Resnick: Do you see me reaching for my fucking wallet?
[last lines]
Porter: We went for breakfast... in Canada. We made a deal; if she'd stop hookin', I'd stop shooting people.
[pause]
Porter: Maybe we were aiming high.
Porter: [voiceover] Nobody likes a monkey on his back: I had three, and they were cramping my style. I was gonna' have to lighten the load.
Fairfax: What are you doing this for, man? Is it the principle of the thing?
Porter: Stop it, I'm getting misty.
[starts to walk out]
Porter: And tell him it's $70,000!
Fairfax: $70,000? Hell, my suits are worth more than that!
[after Porter shoots Val in the leg and puts a cigarette in his mouth]
Porter: You got a light?
Val Resnick: What?
Porter: You got a light?
Val Resnick: No.
Porter: Then what good are you?
[Porter shoots Resnick in the face]
Porter: [voiceover] Not many people know what their life's worth is. I do. Seventy grand. That's what they took from me. And that's what I was going to get back.
Porter: Who makes the decisions?
Carter: Well, a committee would make the decision in this case...
Porter: One man... you go high enough you always come to one man... who?
Bronson: Tell me where John is and I'll finish you quick. I promise you won't have to find out what your left ball tastes like.
Bronson: [answering phone] What the hell's going on?
Porter: You were right not to trust me.
[Bomb, planted earlier by Bronson's Outfit, is triggered by answering the phone and explodes]
Val Resnick: The problem with kicking a Chow's ass is an hour later you wanna do it again.
[repeated line]
Stegman: You're not gonna fuckin' kill me, are you?
Carter: There's an old expression that's served me well: "Do not shit where you eat."
[after knocking Rosie down]
Val Resnick: Hubba, hubba, hubba. I knew I'd seen that ass before.
Carter: Stitch this mutt up, Phil.
Phil: Any Polaroids or trophies?
Carter: No, not this time.
