Agent 47:
We determine who we are by what we do.

Agent 47:
We determine who we are by what we do.
Agent 47:
Because that suitcase perfectly holds my Blaser Sniper Rifle, two .45s and a gag for irritating, talkative little girls like yourself. You want me to stop and get it out?
Nika Boronina:
I don’t know – you think we have time for foreplay?
Morgan Warner:
You said you could handle the truth.
Dr. Martin Harris:
Do you know what it feels like to become insane, doctor? It’s like a war between being told who you are and knowing who you are. Which do you think wins?
Li Noor:
Say hi to your mother for me.
Vincent:
Look in the mirror. Paper towels, clean cab. Limo company some day. How much you got saved?
Max:
That ain’t any of your business.
Vincent:
Someday? Someday my dream will come? One night you will wake up and discover it never happened. It’s all turned around on you. It never will. Suddenly you are old. Didn’t happen, and it never will, because you were never going to do it anyway. You’ll push it into memory and then zone out in your barco lounger, being hypnotized by daytime TV for the rest of your life. Don’t you talk to me about murder. All it ever took was a down payment on a Lincoln town car. That girl,you can’t even call that girl. What the fuck are you still doing driving a cab?
Bottles:
The fact is, we all started out as someone’s little angel. And a place like this forces us to become warriors or victims. Nothing in between can exist here.
Matt Weston:
Are you going to kill me?
Tobin Frost:
[Frost shoots the wall next to Weston’s head]
I only kill professionals.
[as Freb and Mirror Man watch Sway feeding Toby]
The Sphinx:
If his unpleasant wounding has in some way enlightened the rest of you as to the grim finish beneath the glossy veneer of criminal life and inspired you to change your ways, then his injuries carry with it an inherent nobility, and a supreme glory. We should all be so fortunate. You say poor Toby? I say poor us.
[everyone stares in awe at Sphinx]
Tumbler:
He spoke.
Atley Jackson:
Yeah…
Memphis:
Hey man, I thought you were from Long Beach.
[Sphinx, drinking a beer, just shrugs. Laughter]
[last lines]
Sam Wheat:
It’s amazing, Molly. The love inside, you take it with you. See ya.
Molly:
See ya. Bye.