Elderly Man: In the church, they say to forgive. Creasy: Forgiveness is between them and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting.
Rayburn: A man can be an artist... in anything, food, whatever. It depends on how good he is at it. Creasey's art is death. He's about to paint his masterpiece.
Creasy: Forgiveness is between them and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting.
Creasy: Revenge is a meal best served cold.
Lisa: What are you gonna do? Creasy: What I do best. I'm gonna kill 'em. Anyone that was involved. Anybody who profited from it. Anybody who opens their eyes at me. Lisa: [Whispering] You kill 'em all.
Pita: Dear God, I do not ask for health or wealth. People ask you so often that you can't have any left. Give me, God, what else you have. Give me what no-one else asks for. Amen.
Pita: I love you, Creasy. And you love me too, don't you? Creasy: Yes, I do. With all my heart, Pita. Go.
Rayburn: Well, you know what they say. A bullet always tells the truth.
Fuentes: You know, I-I'm a professional. Creasy: That's what everybody keeps saying. "I'm just a professional". Everybody keeps saying that to me. "I'm just a professional", "I'm just a professional". I'm getting sick and tired of hearing that.
[Creasy has rectally inserted a five minute time bomb into Fuentes] Fuentes: A last wish, please, please. Please. Creasy: Last wish? I wish you had more time.
Creasy: Do you think God'll forgive us for what we've done? Rayburn: No.
Rayburn: He'll deliver more justice in a weekend than ten years of your courts and tribunals.
Pita: What was your first girlfriends' name? Creasy: Nonya. Pita: Nonya who? Creasy: Nonya business.
Sister Anna: Do you ever see the Hand of God in what you do? Creasy: No, not for a long time. Sister Anna: The Bible says, "Do not be over come with evil, but overcome...? Creasy: But overcome evil with good." Creasy: [in spanish] That's Romans Chapt...
Creasy: [talking to "The Voice" on the phone right after shooting his brothers hand] I'm gonna take your family apart piece by piece, you understand me? Piece by piece.
[Creasy is planning to go after Fuentes, a high-ranking corrupt police lieutenant] Mariana: He's protected better than our president. Creasy: He's gonna need it.
Pita: Creasy [pause] Pita: You're smiling. Creasy: What? Pita: You were smiling. Creasy: No, I'm not. Pita: You were. Creasy: No, I was not. Pita: You're not now, but you were. Creasy: No, *you* were smiling, I wasn't smiling. Pita: You were. Creasy:...
Creasy: Okay, my friend. It's off to the next life for you. I guarantee you, you won't be lonely.
