Transporter 3

Valentina:
Am I not sexy?

Frank Martin:
[uninterested]... yeah, you're sexy.

Valentina:
[elatedly] You're the gay!

Frank Martin:
Nope! I am not "the gay."

Frank Martin:
Do I look like a man who came half-way across Europe to die on a bridge?

Frank Martin:
Let me guess. You're the smart one.

The Giant:
No. I am the big one.

Valentina:
Do you ever kiss like you mean it Frank? I'm thinking may be nice. I'm thinking you live alone. Inside and outside. I think it's not dying you're afraid of, it's a living. Live with me. just this once, just this moment, live with me... [they kiss]

Johnson:
[Valentina sees Frank's car racing alongside the train and smiles] What's so funny?

Valentina:
Hearing a dead man talking.

Johnson:
I'd like to offer you a position.

Frank Martin:
I'd like to offer you one. Permanently disabled.

Inspector Tarconi:
It's a good thing that we French have such a highly developed sense of humor.

Frank Martin:
With all due respect, the French think that Jerry Lewis is a genius.

Inspector Tarconi:
Jerry Lewis is a genius.

Frank Martin:
Dean was the genius.

Inspector Tarconi:
No. Dean just stood there with a drink and a cigarette.

Frank Martin:
My point exactly. Anyone can fall down and get a laugh. But how many people can do it standing still with a drink and a cigarette?

Inspector Tarconi:
I'm afraid our day of leisure is cut short. There is a big mess in Marseilles - some madman driving an Audi at impossible speeds.

Frank Martin:
Don't look at me.

Inspector Tarconi:
That is the first place the chief told me to look. But I will tell him you have the perfect alibi. As usual.

Johnson:
You've disappointed me.

Frank Martin:
You won't be the first, and you won't be the last. I told you I wanted to do this in person.

Johnson:
That won't be necessary. You see, since we had our little chat at the beginning of the mission, I've been thinking I don't need the best man for this mundane assignment. Any idiot with a drivers' license will do, so, in the words of the great American Donald Trump, I'm sorry, but you're fired.

Valentina:
The sea is so restful. Is lunch ready yet.

Inspector Tarconi:
Mademoiselle, there is a certain progression to things. In order to eat the lunch, you first have to catch a lunch.

Frank Martin:
And if we keep talking instead of concentrating, we're gonna catch nothing.

Valentina:
I have better idea. Why don't we skip catching of lunch and go right to eating of lunch? I know wonderful place just up coast from here, where they make fish stew. Incredible. They use tomatoes and onions, a little amount of lavender.

Frank Martin:
What kind of wine?

Valentina:
Pink, from south.

Inspector Tarconi:
A Chateau Neuf, perhaps.

Frank Martin:
Chilled.

Valentina:
Of course chilled.

Frank Martin:
And for dessert?

Frank Martin:
You don't want to do this.

Mighty Joe:
I don't think you're in a position to tell me what to do or don't what to do. You have ten seconds to change your mind.

Frank Martin:
I'll give you five seconds to remove your hand.