Michael Bryce: This guy single-handedly ruined the word "motherfucker."
Michael Bryce: My job is to keep you out of harm's way.
Darius Kincaid: Shit, motherfucker. I am harm's way.
Darius Kincaid: You know, when life gives you shit, you make Kool-Aid.
Michael Bryce: That's not really how that expression works.
Darius Kincaid: That's the beauty of that motherfucker: life.
Michael Bryce: Ah. Yeah, well, life, I mean... life doesn't usually give you shit and then turn into a beverage.
Darius Kincaid: That shit was two years ago, man. You gonna be a little bitch about it?
Michael Bryce: You're on your own!
Darius Kincaid: Well, good! I'll be safer on my own!
Michael Bryce: You won't last one hour without me! You'll be dead in a minute!
Darius Kincaid: Yeah, yeah,
yeah, you're about as useful as a condom in a convent.
Michael Bryce: Eat my ass!
Darius Kincaid: That's what she said!
Michael Bryce: Suck it!
Darius Kincaid: Fuck you!
Michael Bryce: Go with God! This man's killed over 150 people.
Darius Kincaid: 250, easy.
Michael Bryce: Yeah, but they love you. Me, they want to perform an exorcism on.
Darius Kincaid: Question for a higher power. Who is more wicked, he who kills evil motherfuckers or he who protects them?
Darius Kincaid: Tick-tock, motherfucker!
Darius Kinkaid: You fucked up when you shot my bodyguard.
Vladislav Dukhovich: ...Who?
[Kincaid kicks Dukhovich off the roof to his death]
Darius Kincaid: You know, Dokhovich's men have killed every single witness bought against them, and my security detail is a dozen off-duty cops?
Amelia Roussel: These are the most highly trained officers in Europe, Mr. Kincaid. We've taken every precaution to make sure that your involvement is completely classified.
Jean Foucher: We
have taken every precaution to make sure that your involvement is completely classified.
Darius Kincaid: It's a secret? That makes me feel so much better.
Garrett: Well, I can assure you, even if there was an attempt, we are more than prepared for any assault.
Darius Kincaid: [headbutts Garret] Prepared for that assault,
motherfucker?
Darius Kincaid: Go to FTP site Raven 257. Just load it up.
Moreno: Exhibit 18-D. We've confirmed the coordinates.
ICC Court Clerk: It's asking for a password.
Darius Kincaid: Oh, sorry. Er, password... "Dukhovich is a dick", all caps, uh, except "dick" is lower case.
Michael Bryce: You know he's a murderer, right? You're playing nurse to a murderer.
Amelia Roussel: A witness.
Michael Bryce: Really?
Amelia Roussel: Mm-hmm.
Michael Bryce: Twenty-seven times. That's how many times this asshole has tried to kill me, 27 - 28! Fucking Prague!
Michael Bryce: This yours? Is this your cell phone?
Darius Kincaid: I might have taken that off some dead merc.
Michael Bryce: You might've... you know, they can track a cell phone. That's why I use a ghost chip in mine so they can't track the phone. I mean, that's how they know where we were! Here I am, I'm plotting courses all over
the country, and you're carrying a location beacon in your pocket!
Darius Kincaid: My bad.
Michael Bryce: Your bad? You don't even understand how 21st century technology works! I mean, how have you stayed alive this long?
Darius Kincaid: While all you guys are wasting your time planning and aiming and deducing, I just do my
thing, and my thing has always been better than your fucking thing.
[Kincaid corners Dukhovich on the roof. He shoots at Dukhovich's leg. Dukhovich collapses, crying in pain. Kincaid approaches him]
Darius Kincaid: Up on the ledge, dookie man.
[Dukhovich does not comply. He groans in pain]
Darius Kincaid: You heard me, bitch! Up on the ledge!
[painfully, Dukhovich sits on the ledge. He looks at Kincaid
and chuckles nastily]
Vladislav Dukhovich: [venomously] The look on your face. You're so proud. Darius Kincaid, about to be a hero, save the day. None of that matters. There is no redemption, no atonement for a man like you. Your whole life has been but a trail of corpses, and I will be just another dead body on the pile! Go ahead! Finish me! But don't think for a moment it
will change what you are.
[Kincaid stares at Dukhovich for a moment, then bursts out laughing]
Darius Kincaid: I don't give a fuck about all of that!
[Kincaid stops laughing and gazes at Dukhovich grimly]
Darius Kincaid: You fucked up when you shot my bodyguard.
[a flashback: Dukhovich shoots at Kincaid. Bryce saves Kincaid's
life by shielding him, getting himself injured by the bullet meant for Kincaid]
Vladislav Dukhovich: [confused] Who?
[Kincaid kicks Dukhovich off the roof to his death]