Sam: Whenever there is any doubt, there is no doubt. That's the first thing they teach you.
Vincent: Who taught you?
Sam: I don't remember. That's the second thing they teach you.

Spence: You ever kill anybody?
Sam: I hurt somebody's feelings once.

Sam: Either you're part of the problem or you're part of the solution or you're just part of the landscape.

Spence: [drawing a diagram on the white board - two circles with arrows pointing at each other] We got shooters here... shooters here. I'll tell you an old trick...
Sam: Hey.
[Sam puts his cup of coffee down on a table, walks over to the white board and rubs out Spence's diagram]
Spence: What's your problem?
Sam: Draw it again. Draw it again. You're the ace field man, draw it again. It's a simple diagram, just draw it again, draw what you saw.
[Spence just stands there]
Sam: Draw it again! Draw it again.
[Spence still does nothing so Sam takes the marker pen off him and redraws his diagram]
Sam: Two shooters, car comes
through here, shooters across from each other, kill each other dead. Oh my, where'd you learn that? Huh?
Spence: In the regiment.
Sam: What regiment was that?
Spence: The 22nd Special Air Service.
Sam: What's the color of the boathouse at Hereford? What's the color of the boathouse at Hereford?
Spence: I don't like your attitude.
Sam: What's the color of the boathouse?
Spence: Oh, fuck off!
Sam: [moves closer to Spence, who backs away] You got the gun, I'm unarmed. Do something. Go ahead, do something. Do something. Do something.
[as he backs away, Spence bumps into the table with Sam's coffee
cup on it, spilling hot coffee onto his leg. Sam grabs his neck and face and bends him backwards over a railing, completely overpowering him. He takes Spence's gun off of him, then releases him]
Sam: Tell me about an ambush? Tell me about an ambush? I ambushed you with a cup of coffee!

Deirdre: Are you afraid?
Sam: 'Course I'm afraid. You think I'm reluctant because I'm happy?


Sam: You labour or management?
Vincent: If I was management, I wouldn't have given you a cigarette.

Deirdre: What were you doing back here?
Sam: [retrieves the gun he hid behind some crates] Lady, I never walk into a place I don't know how to walk out of.
Deirdre: Then why would you get into that van?
Sam: You know the reason.

[Sam looks at Jean-Pierre's model]
Jean-Pierre: The Forty-Seven Ronin. Do you know it?
[Sam shakes his head]
Jean-Pierre: Forty-seven samurai, whose master was betrayed and killed by another lord. They became ronin, masterless samurai, disgraced by another man's treachery. For three years they plotted, pretending to be thieves, mercenaries,
even madmen. That, I didn't have time to do. And then one night they struck, slipping into the castle of their lord's betrayer, killing him.
Sam: Nice. I like that. My kind of job.
Jean-Pierre: There's something more. All forty-seven of them committed seppuku. Ritual suicide, in the courtyard of the castle.
Sam: Well, that I
don't like so much.
Jean-Pierre: But you understand it?
Sam: What do you mean, I understand it?
Jean-Pierre: The warrior code. The delight in the battle, you understand that, yes? But also something more. You understand there is something outside yourself that has to be served. And when that need is gone, when belief has died,
what are you? A man without a master.
Sam: Right now I'm a man without a paycheck.
Jean-Pierre: The ronin could have hired themselves to new masters. They could have fought for themselves. But they chose honor. They chose myth.
Sam: They chose wrong.

Jean-Pierre: At the end of the day we are likely to be punished for our kindnesses.

[the arms dealers want to complete the deal inside a tunnel]
Sam: You aren't going in there?
Spence: Yeah, I'm going in there. And so are you.
Sam: Why am I going in there?
Spence: Why? To protect me.
Sam: There is no protection there. If it's a come-on, we're fish in a barrel.
What are you doing? Why do they want you in there? What are you, crazy?
Spence: You know, you think too hard.
Sam: Nobody ever told me that before. But I wouldn't go in there.