Day of the Assassin (1981)
Christakis: Michael, find me a man who is willing to risk his life for a million dollars.
Spiros: Perhaps we need a man who lives outside the law?
Christakis: Well of course, Michael, as usual you are right. What we need is a crook. We need a man who is bathed in dragons blood. A man with little hazard of duplication.
Spiros: Fleming, Sir?
Christakis: Yes. Yes, Fleming. The man for this job is Mr. Thomas Fleming.
Spiros: I understand he's very dangerous?
Fleming: Like stepping on an angry cobra... Mmm, like stepping on two angry cobras.
Fleming: Well, tell me. What happens if I don't get the list?
Christakis: I do not accept failure, Mr. Fleming. I expect you to get the list... or die trying.
Fleming: Oh, swell... Mr. Christakis I respectfully suggest you take your job and your million bucks and show it.
Christakis: Two million dollars, Mr. Fleming.
Fleming: What the hell. You only live once.
Christakis: If you are lucky.
The Princess: The man with the easel is he an artist?
Vallone: In his own way, yes... he's an artist.
Beltron: Watch yourself, Tom. There is too many flees for one dog.
Vallone: Are you all right?
Fleming: Yes, it's great fun... if you like barbecue.
Vallone: Vasilenko would have killed you, you know.
Fleming: I thought you wanted me out of this caper?
Vallone: I do, but not in a pine box. Unless of course you insist on it.
Fleming: Are you kidding? Right now, I'm in no condition to insist on anything.
Police Chief: You will keep yourself available, and you will not leave the country without my permission.
Police Chief: I think there's a joke in there somewhere.
The Princess: Slow down Mr. Fleming. Isn't a lady suppose to get dinner first?
Fleming: Well, there's a time to reap and a time to sow. Which reminds me, I don't have time for either one right now.
The Princess: You already have a date?
Fleming: Sort of.
The Princess: In town?
The Princess: Is she pretty?
Beltron: That son of a bitch knows.
Fleming: So he knows, big deal. He's nothing but a jackal waiting to pounce on a dead carcass.
Fleming: I got to admit you're good, macho man. A little too trigger happy for my taste, but you're good. Thanks a lot.
The Princess: What are you going to do? You're going to kill Tom.
Vallone: Only if I have to. Let's go.
Fleming: I don't believe this. I really don't believe I'm doing this, for Christ's sake.