Overdose:
Get the fuck out of my house!
Demetrius Hicks:
Listen man, you gotta chill, alright!
Overdose:
Chill? Fuck you!
[
fires a couple of gunshots while Sean fires back]
Overdose:
You want me to chill so you can ice me? Fuck you! Get the fuck out!
Demetrius Hicks:
I know you don't like the police. Damn sure talkin' to a police in a attic. Back in the day, I couldn't stand the police, man. They used to fuck with us all the time, me and my homies, be rollin' down the street. They'd pull us over jackin' fools.
Overdose:
You po-po!
Demetrius Hicks:
I know!
Sean:
They call us down here. They take away our weapons? They expect us to go into a building full of drunken cartel gunmen unarmed? I mean, that isn't fun.
Ty Frost:
You're not gettin' paid to have fun. Good luck, gentlemen.
Sean:
I like this car.
Hollywood Jack:
Hey, nice truck.
Sean:
Thanks.
Hollywood Jack:
In fact, I was thinking about trading this one in for, like, seven of those.
Sean:
What does the name Overdose mean to you?
Hollywood Jack:
Over who?
Sean:
OVERDOSE!
Hollywood Jack:
There's a human being named Overdose?
Sean:
[
standing at his wife's grave] Don't watch me now.
[
last lines]
Sean:
[
referring to his wife's grave] Who picked the stone?
Demetrius Hicks:
We all did.
Sean:
She would've liked that.
Sean:
Watch your language.
Hollywood Jack:
Ohh, I'm sorry buddy. Let me rephrase: FUCK YOU!
[
after Jack sarcastically claims he will trade his Porsche for Sean's truck]
Sean:
Ah... Let me get your license and registration, please.
Hollywood Jack:
May I um... ask what I did?
Sean:
Yeah, your mud flaps. You got no mud flaps on this.
Hollywood Jack:
It's a fuckin' Porsche.
Sean:
Well you won't have to worry about it when you trade it in for the truck.
Sean:
[
to a stripper] Get the fuck off my lap.
Hollywood Jack:
Call my lawyer you cocksucker!
Sean:
Call your lawyer?
Sean:
[
Sean punches Hollywood Jack]
Hollywood Jack:
God!
Sean:
You don't know who that is? I'll call your fuckin' lawyer. I'll beat the shit out of him after I beat the fuck out of you!
Drug Dealer:
Remember that cop who took down the big man? We took care of his stupid bitch wife.
Sean:
So you took care of his stupid bitch wife?
Drug Dealer:
Yeah. Any bitch who marries a cop has got to be stupid. The keys are in the car. Take care.
Sean:
You killed my wife, you motherfucker?
[
Sean beats him to death]
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