Woman in Green: [approaching Frank] I've been watching you all night from across the room.
Frank: Why don't you go back there. Keep watching.
Sy Spector: Bill said you used to be with the Secret Service.
Frank: That's right.
Sy Spector: Ever guard the main man?
Frank: I was two years with Carter, four with Reagan.
Sy Spector: Reagan got shot!
Frank: Not on my shift.
Rachel: Well, you don't look like a bodyguard.
Frank: What'd you expect?
Rachel: Well, I don't know, maybe a tough guy?
Frank: This is my disguise.
Rachel: And you're ready to die for me?
Frank: It's the job.
Rachel: And you'd do it? Why?
Frank: I can't sing.
Rachel: Will you grab that jacket for me? The red one, please?
Frank: I'm here to keep you alive, not help you shop.
Rachel: [after Frank has killed the culprit and is lying on the stage bleeding] It's not my blood! It's not me!
[They get ready to restrain Frank]
Rachel: Wait! He's my Bodyguard! Get some help!
[to Frank]
Rachel: Stay with me! Frank! Stay with me!
Rachel: [sees her son, Fletcher, getting into a boat] You know, Fletcher can't swim very well.
Herb Farmer: I guess he'd better stay in the boat, then.
Rachel: You afraid I might get picked off in my snazzy running suit?
Frank: No, I'm afraid that I might have to jog with you.
[as Rachel heads towards the waiting paparazzi]
Frank: Is this really necessary?
Rachel: Quit bitchin', Farmer, this is the part you *do* get paid for!
Rachel: You know, Farmer, you're a self-righteous son of a bitch.
Frank: [chuckles]
Rachel: And don't you laugh at me! Don't you dare judge me!
Frank: Oh, give me a break, will ya? I didn't tell you to fuck everybody in the hotel!
Frank: Aw, Christ, I told you why! I - I can't protect you like this.
Rachel: So that's it for me? That's it?
Frank: Yeah.
Rachel: Well, I don't believe it!
Frank: Well, you can live with it, or you can fire me.
Rachel: But I can't fuck you.
Rachel: So, can we get you anything?
Frank: Yeah, orange juice.
Rachel: Straight?
Rachel: But I can't go out on a date because you have to be with me every minute. I mean, what if he wants to invite me up to his place afterwards? Are you gonna come too?
Frank: I don't want to talk about this again.
Rachel: What's going on, Frank?
Frank: I want to keep it straight in my head what job I'm doing.
Rachel: And what is that exactly? Making me feel like shit?
Frank: [after Nicki kisses him] You're a lovely woman.
Nicki Marron: But you don't want me. I'm surprised. Thorough fellow like yourself. Why stop at one sister when you could have fucked them both?
Frank: I make my mistakes.
Nicki Marron: But you didn't say no to the boss.
Fletcher 'Fletch' Marron: What are you afraid of?
Frank: I'm af - I'm afraid of not being there.
