A Man Apart (2003)
Hondo: Remember that cop who took down the big man? We took care of his stupid bitch wife.
Sean Vetter: So you took care of his stupid bitch wife?
Hondo: Yeah. Any bitch who marries a cop has got to be stupid. The keys are in the car. Take care.
Sean Vetter: You killed my wife, you motherfucker?
[Sean beats him to death]
Sean Vetter: [standing at his wife's grave] Don't watch me now.
Sean Vetter: 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 Vetter: [referring to his wife's grave] Who picked the stone?
Demetrius Hicks: We all did.
Sean Vetter: She would've liked that.
[after Jack sarcastically claims he will trade his Porsche for Sean's truck]
Sean Vetter: Ah... Let me get your license and registration, please.
Hollywood Jack: May I, um, ask what I did?
Sean Vetter: Yeah, your mud flaps. You got no mud flaps on this.
Hollywood Jack: It's a fuckin' Porsche.
Sean Vetter: Well you won't have to worry about it when you trade it in for the truck.
Hollywood Jack: Call my lawyer you cocksucker!
Sean Vetter: Call your lawyer?
Sean Vetter: [Sean punches Hollywood Jack]
Hollywood Jack: God!
Sean Vetter: 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!
Sean Vetter: I tracked you for seven years. You never went to the same place twice. Until you came home.
Memo Lucero: I told you you had no idea what you were getting yourself into. If you'd stayed out of my business, your wife would still be alive. Mira, cabrón... Your arrogance killed her, not me. Like your arrogance coming here! Do you think you could come into my domain and kill me?
Sean Vetter: If I wanted you dead, you would be.
Overdose: Get the fuck out of my house!
Demetrius Hicks: Listen man, you got to chill! All right?
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 Vetter: I like this car.
Hollywood Jack: Hey, nice truck.
Sean Vetter: Thanks.
Hollywood Jack: In fact, I was thinking about trading this one in for, like, seven of those.
Sean Vetter: What does the name Overdose mean to you?
Hollywood Jack: Over who?
Sean Vetter: OVERDOSE!
Hollywood Jack: There's a human being named Overdose?
Demetrius Hicks: Why are you still alive and your homies are dead?
Overdose: I was in the attic.
Demetrius Hicks: Doin' what?
Demetrius Hicks: What kind of coward shit is that, man?
Overdose: You see homey in there in that chair with his tongue pulled through his neck? Man, you'd better get real. Reflexes too slow.