Sam: The specialty of the groups coming out of this area is trafficking in women.
Bryan Mills: Keep going.
Sam: Okay. Their previous MO was to offer women from the emerging East-European countries like Yugoslavia, Romania, Bulgaria jobs in the west as maids and nannies. Once they smuggled them in, they'd addict them to drugs and turn
them into prostitutes. Lately, however, they've decided that it's more economical just to kidnap traveling young women. Saves on transportation costs.
Lenore: [crying] Not my little baby.
Bryan Mills: What else?
Sam: Based on what they know about the way these groups operate, our analyst says you have a ninety-six hour window
from the time she was grabbed.
Bryan Mills: To what?
Sam: To never finding her.
Bryan: I push one button and 38 agents are here before you have time to scratch your worthless balls.
Bryan Mills: [after Jean Claude tries to shoot him] That is what happens when you sit behind a desk. You forget things, like the weight in the hand of a gun that's loaded and one that's not.
[Bryan pulls his gun and shoots Isabelle in the arm]
Jean Claude: Isabelle!
[Jean-Claude turns and shouts at Bryan in French]
Jean
Claude: You asshole!
Bryan Mills: It's a flesh wound. But if you don't get me what I need, the last thing you'll see before I make your children orphans is the bullet I put between her eyes!
Jean Claude: Just like the old days.
Bryan: Would you have it any other way?
Jean Claude: Between you and me, no. But now that I sit behind a desk, the world looks different.
Bryan: You mean it looks boring.
Jean Claude: I mean different. Okay, a little boring. But is being retired any
more interesting?
Bryan: It wasn't until my daughter disappeared in Paris yesterday. She and her friend were marked by a spotter at the airport. Albanians took her.
Jean Claude: How do you know this?
Bryan: I'm retired, not dead.
Jean Claude: And I assume you don't want to go to the police.
Bryan: I was told I have 96 hours. That was sixteen hours ago.
Jean Claude: Okay, first we should find the spotter.
Bryan: I found him. He's dead.
Jean Claude: You found him that way?
[Bryan stays silent]
Jean Claude: Bryan, you cannot just run around, tearing down Paris.
Bryan: Jean Claude, I will tear down the Eiffel Tower if I have to.
Bryan: [to Marko, while preparing him for torture] You know, we used to outsource this kind of thing. But what we found was the countries we outsourced to had unreliable power grids. Very Third World. You'd turn on a switch - power wouldn't come on, and then tempers would get short. People would resort to pulling fingernails. Acid drips on bare skin. The whole exercise would
become counterproductive. But here, the power's stable. Here, there's a nice even flow. Here, you can flip a switch and the power stays on all day. Where is she?
Bryan Mills: I'm not comfortable with this.
Kim: Dad.
Bryan Mills: I know the world, sweetie.
Kim: Dad, please...
Bryan Mills: I don't think a seventeen-year-old should be traveling alone.
Kim: I'm not gonna be alone.
Bryan Mills: Two
seventeen-year-olds.
Kim: Amanda's nineteen!
Bryan Mills: How about this? How about if I go along? You won't even know I'm there. I'm very good at being invisible.
Lenore: As you so amply demonstrated for most of her life.
Bryan Mills: I have a daughter who wants to be a singer. I was wondering if you have any tips for her.
Sheerah: Yeah, I do. Tell her pick another career.
Lenore: I don't get you.
Bryan Mills: What?
Lenore: You sacrificed our marriage to the service of the country, you've made a mess of your life in the service of your country, can't you sacrifice a little one time for your own daughter?
Bryan Mills: I would sacrifice anything for her.