Another 48 Hrs. (1990)
Jack: I don't want to get in a bar fight. People are always getting in bar fights. It's such a damn cliche. You hear about it all the time and you see it in the motion pictures, people are getting hit in the head with beer bottles, and furniture, and...
[breaks a bottle over a man's head]
Reggie Hammond: Let me tell you something, Jack. If shit was worth something, poor people would be born with no asshole.
Jack: You got framed. That's what every convict says!
Reggie: Well, what about you, man? They never found that bad guy's gun out at the racetrack!
Jack: That's different.
Reggie: How's it different?
Jack: I'm a cop, you're a crook.
Reggie: Oh, get the fuck outta here! Just 'cause I'm a convict, every thin' that comes outta my mouth is a god damn lie?
Jack: That's right.
Reggie: So it's just Screw Reggie Hammond?
Jack: That's right!
[while Jack is being beaten up by barroom toughts, Reggie fires a gun into the air. Everyone stops, and Jack collapses to the floor]
Reggie Hammond: All right, knock this shit off! I HAVE BEEN HAVING A VERY BAD DAY! I just got out of jail this morning! Already I've been shot at, I was on a bus that flipped over seventeen times, bitch tried to stab me in the bathroom, and somebody blew up my Porsche! I am in a BAD goddamn mood! Now I usually don't step in on things like this, but this man Jack Cates is gonna help me straighten out the rest of my day! So I suggest you all back up, and let us go about our business!
Barroom Fighter: 'Cause you got a gun?
Reggie Hammond: No, 'cause I have a gun and I'll pop a cap in your ass!
Reggie Hammond: They blew up my car! They blew up my *car*!
Jack: It's a damn shame.
Reggie Hammond: They blew up my car and all you have to say is it's a damn shame?
Jack: No car, no money, you're having a bad day!
Reggie Hammond: Look, Jack, I gave you the money in good faith, you told me I could fucking trust you and now after all this shit I can't get my money?
Jack: Well, you finally got the picture, convict.
[Kehoe is holding Reggie hostage, using him as a human shield]
Ben Kehoe: Jack, we can work this out! Just let me out of here!
Jack Cates: You're a disgrace, Ben. Nothing worse than a bad cop.
Reggie Hammond: Hey, Jack! Thank you for a very pleasant day! Okay, I got no car, I got no money, and I'm gonna end the day off with this goddamn dope man's Uzi by my temple! Thank you, Jack! Look, this is Jack's day, why don't you just let Jack shoot me? Save your bullet! Jack, why don't you shoot me? Shoot me, Jack!
[Jack shoots Reggie in the shoulder. Stunned, Reggie collapses to the floor, and Jack shoots Ben dead]
Reggie: How much of my money did you spend?
Jack: Oh, about 25 grand. You said I could buy a new car.
Reggie: So where is it?
Jack: This *is* the new car!
Reggie: This looks like the same piece-of-shit sky blue Cadillac you had before!
Jack: Yeah, I bought the same make, model, year, color, everything the same. That's the way I like it. I get attached to things, Reggie!
Ben Kehoe: Christ, you really toasted that guy, Jack.
Jack Cates: Ah, goddammit, I didn't TOAST the guy! I just SHOT him! For Chrissakes, don't say I TOASTED him, Ben!
Reggie: When you've been in prison as long as I have, you remember every story about pussy you ever heard.
Tyrone Burroughs: What's the fucking difference who pulled the trigger? The cops were getting too close, that's how the man does business, *business*, not personal. You know you two fucking hillbillies should learn the difference.
Cherry Ganz: Business? Yeah.
[shoots Burroughs in the ear]
Cherry Ganz: That's business too.
Tyrone Burroughs: [holding his ear in pain but beginning to laugh] You happy now, asshole?
Tyrone Burroughs: That still doesn't change the job! You got to kill Reggie Hammond.
Jack: I knew you'd be waiting for me out here.
Reggie: You think I'm happy about being here think again. I'm supposed to have money in my pocket and a new life and the last thing I wanted was to be hooked up to your dumb ass again and you? You're about two steps away from where I was yesterday so you're not running shit. I'm gonna lay it out straight Jack: I don't like you and I don't trust you.
Jack: O.K. cut the bullshit ok? Give me something I can use.
Reggie: The Iceman? The Iceman bought your house.
Jack: Now God damn it! I said cut the bullshit!
Reggie: I can't believe you haven't put this together yet. Me and Ganz robbed a drug dealer, *that* was the Iceman, he's still pissed off about the shit. I see your wheels turnin there. Yes, yes, the man who you've been lookin for bought your fucked up car and put a down payment on your house and you've been riding around in a car that he bought for you lookin for him which makes you the dumbest motherfucker in law enforcement. Get in the car, you've got a bad shoulder and I don't wanna get into a wreck. I, unlike you, have a lot to live for.
Jack: I always wanted a cheuffer, Reg!
Cherry Ganz: [realizes Jack is still alive] No *fucking* way!
Blake Wilson: Now Jack, a cop is a guy, and sometimes a guy steps on his dick. Is that what happened here? Were you pressing too hard and stepped on your dick?
Jack: [the bartender has launched a tirade against Jack about the police in her bar] Is that enough, or do you wanna bitch some more?
Girl Bartender: [angry] I'm gonna bitch some more!
[Reggie is released from prison]
Warden: I'm obliged to give you $100 in cash, and a free bus ride to San Francisco. All compliments of the State of California.
Reggie Hammond: That's it?
Warden: That is it.
Reggie Hammond: [takes the envelope] Thank you for sparing me any of the other crap.