The Rundown

Beck:
I am not your enemy.

Beck:
I'm gonna kill you.

Beck:
Knapmiller, you have two choices. Option A, you give me the ring. Option B, I make you give me the ring.

Beck:
You done beatin' me up? Let's go.

Beck:
What are you threatening me? Threatening me with pee?

Beck:
When I use guns, bad things happen and I don't like that.

Beck:
[Referring to a plane's wing] Is that duct tape?

Beck:
I WANNA GO HOME!!!

Hatcher:
Where you see Hell, I see a spellbinding sense of purpose. I see the value of keeping your eye on the ball. When a bride slips the ring on her finger, when a businessman lays his hands on a Rolex, when a rapper gets a shiny new tooth, this is that cost, Mr. Beck, my horror for their beauty, my Hell for their little slice of Heaven. Somebody's gotta keep his eye on the ball. That somebody is me, Mr. Beck. I am down here every day, keeping my eye on the ball. That's just a simple fact of life. And if you're bold enough to face that cold hard fact... you can make a lot of money.

Hatcher:
I feel like a little boy who's lost his first tooth, put it under his pillow, waiting for the tooth-fairy to come. Only two evil burglars have crept in my window, and snatched it, before she could get here... Wait a second, do you understand the CONCEPT of the tooth-fairy? Explain it to them... Wait. She takes the god damned thing, and gives you a quarter. They've got my tooth. I want it back.

Hatcher:
I suppose now we have a conversation where you enlighten me. How many more of you are out there? Enlighten me. Where are the rest of your compadres? Enlighten me.

Hatcher:
You're dead already. You just don't know it.

Hatcher:
That's a lot of cows.

Hatcher:
Oh, shit! [collapses dead]

Mariana:
I'd offer you a beer, but I think you blew up my bar.

Mariana:
You're going to take me to O Gato do Diabo. [Cocks gun] And you're going to take me now.

Travis:
I'm just saying that whatever my father is paying you, I will double it.

Beck:
No.

Travis:
I'll quadruple it.

Beck:
No.

Travis:
I'll double it and quadruple it.

Beck:
No.

Travis:
You're being unreasonable.

Travis:
You come into my town. Mess up my bar. Eyeballin' my woman.

Beck:
Eyeballin' your woman?

Travis:
Oh it's on.

[Travis begins waving his feet slowly in the air]

Travis:
What's this over here? Is this your little friend, do you know him? You want a little thunder! Or a little lightning! Thunder, lightning, thunder, lightning-

[Travis lunges forward with his hands]

Travis:
EARS!!!

[Beck easily punches Travis down]

Travis:
Let me get this straight - you never use guns?

Beck:
No.

Travis:
Never.

Beck:
Never.

Travis:
What if your best friend was gonna die, you wouldn't pick up a gun?

Beck:
No guns.

Travis:
Santa Claus would pick up a gun to save his best friend.

Beck:
Do I look like Santa Claus? Do I look like Santa Claus to you?

Beck:
[speaking into a walkie talkie] Mr. Hatcher, are you out there?

Hatcher:
[presses reply button] What can I do for you, Mr. Beck?

Beck:
I have no desire to fight with you or your men. For that reason you have two options. Option A, you leave the Gato and the girl, and you walk out of town no questions asked.

Hatcher:
What's option B?

Beck:
Option B? I make you.

[Silence. Then Hatcher starts laughing. Then his henchmen start laughing. Finally he presses the reply button so Beck can hear them laughing at him]

Beck:
[slowly shakes head] Wrong choice.

[knocks out video camera]

Hatcher:
Lock down the town.