Fair Game
1995
Max: Who's ever after you are real pros. Kate: I guess I should be proud, it would be embarrassing to be killed by an amateur.
Adam: (nervous) Are you looking for hardware... or is it software you're interested in? Kate: (sexy) Hardware. I was hoping to demo your unit. Adam: I'd have to... boot up first. Kate: (sexy) Well, why... don'cha?
Kate: No one tried to kill me! This is Miami. I'm local. We only shoot the tourists.
Lieutenant Meyerson: Max, you obviously got me confused with someone who gives a rat's ass.
Kate McQuean: You know that they call a Florida cop in a three-piece suit? Max Kilpatric: No. What? Kate McQuean: The defendant!
Max Kilpatric: Is it a felony to shoot a computer? Louis: Only in California.
(Rosa is bringing in a Caffe Romano pizza) Cop at door: Hey, babe! If you were Dominos, I'd get a discount. Rosa: If I were Dominos, you'd still be alive. (Shoots him)
(Max is on the phone with a convenience store clerk and Ilya Kazak) Max Kirkpatrick: Why don't you drop that bullshit American accent. Ilya Kazak: (sounding American) I don't know what you mean. Max Kirkpatrick: Dosvedanya, Asshole! Convenience Store Clerk: Dosve... WHAT! Ilya Kazak: (normal voice) Dosvedanya, Asshole? Convenience Store Clerk: Yo, fuck YOU! (hangs up) Ilya Kazak: Clever BASTARD! (hangs up)
(Max has called his cousin Jodi and got the answering machine) Ilya Kazak: (on the machine) Hello. You have reached the number of Detective Kirkpatrick's meddling relative. Cousin Jodi cannot answer the phone right now, but if you wish to leave a message, please contact your nearest psychic. (scream from Jodi, gunshot) Ilya Kazak: Dosvedanya to you, *asshole*!
Zhukov: I can't believe it. They used their cellphone. It's like painting a huge bullseye on your ass!
(Rosa and Max are fighting on the beach. Rosa just kicked him in the groin) Rosa: Ahh. Did that hurt you? Poor little baby. Let Mommy kick it for you and make it *better*! (kicks him again)
(after dumping a ton of mail on Max's desk) Rita: THIS is your mail because it has your name on it! My mail is sometimes addressed to OCCUPANT. Because, Max, I AM the fucking occupant of my place! Whereas YOU are no longer an occupant. Is this sinking in? GET YOUR SHIT OUT OF MY APARTMENT!
Max Kirkpatrick: Please, Rita. Just cut me a little slack on space, OK. Rita: No, no, no! You have run out of slacks, Max! No more slacks for you!
Ilya Kazak: (after Juantorena failed to kill Kate with the home explosion) I'm getting most annoyed by your petty incompetence. Emilio Juantorena: Hey, you seem to forget you tap phones for a living, I tap banks! (Kazak cocks his .45) If it wasn't for me you'd be stuck in Havana pulling bananas out of your ass! Emilio Juantorena: (realizes a gun is pointed at his head) Oh, what. You're going to shoot me. Ilya Kazak: Yes. (shoots him) Ilya Kazak: You! You know how to use a computer as well as him. Zhukov: DA!
Hog Truck Driver: Hello pigs!
(after using his computer's keyboard to subdue an armed man) Max Kirkpatrick: So, a computer *is* good for something after all.
(confronting Kazak on the Tortuga) Max Kirkpatrick: You killed my partner, my cousin, my crew... Ilya Kazak: (mockingly) Ssssssorry. Max Kirkpatrick: You really have no conscience, do you? Ilya Kazak: Oh, I can't afford the luxury of a conscience. (to his guards) Ilya Kazak: Kill him!
(Kate's credit card transaction shows up on his computer) Stefan: She's using her credit card again. Typical Americans.