Ricochet

Odessa:
Do you wanna know who's really got the power? Bring your ass to the tower.

Nick Styles:
What the f*** is wrong with all y'all? Selling drugs to each other, 'cause ya damn sure ain't selling them in Beverly Hills. Killing yourselves, and for what? Make ya feel like a man? Or does it make ya dick hard? Punk motherf***ers.

Nick Styles:
Do it for your mother.

Odessa:
What about my mother, motherf***er?

Nick Styles:
Your mother, nigga! The one that prayed with my father every night over your sorry ass. The one that buried your kid brother without his head because they couldn't find it. Don't play me, Odessa.

Nick Styles:
Wrong! They fired me. As a private citizen I can kick anybody's ass I want to.

Parole Board Official:
Mr. Blake, after your release, what would be the first thing you do?

Blake:
Well, sir, I guess first I would visit your house.

Parole Board Official:
To thank me, I suppose.

Blake:
No. To f*** your wife, and your daughter. Hell, maybe even your dog.

Nick Styles:
I guess a Beretta in the butt beats a butterfly in a boot, huh?

Earl Talbot Blake:
She's gonna need a paper bag over her head when her boyfriend f***s what's left of her!

Earl Talbot Blake:
I'm gonna do something far worse than kill you. I'm gonna let you live.

Alice Styles:
You lied to me.

Nick Styles:
I didn't lie to you. I just didn't tell the whole truth.

Alice Styles:
You're such a lawyer.

Earl Talbot Blake:
What the f*** is going on?

Kim:
It's Styles. His friends grabbed me and dragged me here.

Earl Talbot Blake:
That's impossible!

Kim:
Well, I saw him.

Earl Talbot Blake:
I killed his life, and he killed himself. You're lying!

Kim:
Lying? You stupid, macho f***! I can't believe this! I can't believe that I've been kissing your ass all these f***ing years, and you're such a shithead! You didn't kill his life, and you didn't f*** his mind. You know what you did? You pissed him off. You really f***ing pissed him off, and now you're f***ed!

Nick Styles:
I'm a husband, I'm a father, I'm a provider, see?