Darius Kincaid: You know, when life gives you shit, you make Kool-Aid.

Michael Bryce: That's not really how that expression works.

Darius Kincaid: That's the beauty of that motherfucker: life.

Michael Bryce: Ah. Yeah, well, life, I mean... life doesn't usually give you shit and then turn into a beverage.
Michael Bryce: This guy single-handedly ruined the word "motherfucker."
Darius Kincaid: Motherfucker, I will bust a cap in your ass, if you don't give up that wheel.

Michael Bryce: Have you ever said please or thank you...

Darius Kincaid: Please, motherfucker!

Michael Bryce: Why are we always yelling?
Darius Kincaid: That shit was two years ago, man. You gonna be a little bitch about it?

Michael Bryce: You're on your own!

Darius Kincaid: Well, good! I'll be safer on my own!

Michael Bryce: You won't last one hour without me! You'll be dead in a minute!

Darius Kincaid: Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're about as useful as a condom in a convent.

Michael Bryce: Eat my ass!

Darius Kincaid: That's what she said!

Michael Bryce: Suck it!

Darius Kincaid: Fuck you!
Darius Kincaid: You know, Dokhovich's men have killed every single witness bought against them, and my security detail is a dozen off-duty cops?

Amelia Roussel: These are the most highly trained officers in Europe, Mr. Kincaid. We've taken every precaution to make sure that your involvement is completely classified.

Jean Foucher: We have taken every precaution to make sure that your involvement is completely classified.

Darius Kincaid: It's a secret? That makes me feel so much better.

Garrett: Well, I can assure you, even if there was an attempt, we are more than prepared for any assault.

Darius Kincaid: [headbutts Garret] Prepared for that assault, motherfucker?
Michael Bryce: Go with God! This man's killed over 150 people.

Darius Kincaid: 250, easy.

Michael Bryce: Yeah, but they love you. Me, they want to perform an exorcism on.

Darius Kincaid: Question for a higher power. Who is more wicked, he who kills evil motherfuckers or he who protects them?
Darius Kinkaid: You fucked up when you shot my bodyguard.

Vladislav Dukhovich: ...Who?

[Kincaid kicks Dukhovich off the roof to his death]
Darius Kincaid: Tick-tock, motherfucker!
Darius Kincaid: You're going to pardon an innocent woman? That's mighty fucking white of you.
Michael Bryce: My job is to keep you out of harm's way.

Darius Kincaid: Shit, motherfucker. I am harm's way.
Darius Kincaid: I made that jump on one leg.

Michael Bryce: I made that jump without jumping.
Darius Kincaid: How do I look?

Michael Bryce: You got a little speck of blood on your... everywhere.
Darius Kincaid: See, if I'm paying Triple-A rates, then I'm looking for that full service shit, you know what I'm saying? The extra "A" in stands for "ass", yours, between mine and a bullet.
[first lines]

Man on Phone: Good morning, Mr. Bryce. I trust the pickup ran smoothly.

Michael Bryce: Hand-off was clean. No stops till the exit point.
Darius Kincaid: Go to FTP site Raven 257. Just load it up.

Moreno: Exhibit 18-D. We've confirmed the coordinates.

ICC Court Clerk: It's asking for a password.

Darius Kincaid: Oh, sorry. Er, password... "Dukhovich is a dick", all caps, uh, except "dick" is lower case.
Michael Bryce: You know he's a murderer, right? You're playing nurse to a murderer.

Amelia Roussel: A witness.

Michael Bryce: Really?

Amelia Roussel: Mm-hmm.

Michael Bryce: Twenty-seven times. That's how many times this asshole has tried to kill me, 27 - 28! Fucking Prague!
Michael Bryce: This yours? Is this your cell phone?

Darius Kincaid: I might have taken that off some dead merc.

Michael Bryce: You might've... you know, they can track a cell phone. That's why I use a ghost chip in mine so they can't track the phone. I mean, that's how they know where we were! Here I am, I'm plotting courses all over the country, and you're carrying a location beacon in your pocket!

Darius Kincaid: My bad.

Michael Bryce: Your bad? You don't even understand how 21st century technology works! I mean, how have you stayed alive this long?

Darius Kincaid: While all you guys are wasting your time planning and aiming and deducing, I just do my thing, and my thing has always been better than your fucking thing.
Darius Kincaid: The Bible says to never take revenge, to leave it to the Lord. But I wasn't prepared to wait that long.
[Kincaid corners Dukhovich on the roof. He shoots at Dukhovich's leg. Dukhovich collapses, crying in pain. Kincaid approaches him]

Darius Kincaid: Up on the ledge, dookie man.

[Dukhovich does not comply. He groans in pain]

Darius Kincaid: You heard me, bitch! Up on the ledge!

[painfully, Dukhovich sits on the ledge. He looks at Kincaid and chuckles nastily]

Vladislav Dukhovich: [venomously] The look on your face. You're so proud. Darius Kincaid, about to be a hero, save the day. None of that matters. There is no redemption, no atonement for a man like you. Your whole life has been but a trail of corpses, and I will be just another dead body on the pile! Go ahead! Finish me! But don't think for a moment it will change what you are.

[Kincaid stares at Dukhovich for a moment, then bursts out laughing]

Darius Kincaid: I don't give a fuck about all of that!

[Kincaid stops laughing and gazes at Dukhovich grimly]

Darius Kincaid: You fucked up when you shot my bodyguard.

[a flashback: Dukhovich shoots at Kincaid. Bryce saves Kincaid's life by shielding him, getting himself injured by the bullet meant for Kincaid]

Vladislav Dukhovich: [confused] Who?

[Kincaid kicks Dukhovich off the roof to his death]
Darius Kincaid: You made a shank yet?

Sonia Kincaid: What for?

Darius Kincaid: It's prison, baby. You gotta protect yourself.

Sonia Kincaid: It's a Dutch prison, Darius! What are they gonna do, beat me with a clog?
Darius Kincaid: The single most awesome shot I've made in my entire hitman career. 300 meters through a firm C-cup titty-sized window.
Goran: I ask you one time, polite. Where is Kincaid?

Michael Bryce: Honestly, I'd tell you if I knew. You have my word. Look at my right hand. See that? That's a Boy Scout salute. We're sworn to never lie. I've taken an oath, so you can trust me.
[last lines]

Sonia Kincaid: Oh, baby, it's so romantic that you broke out of prison for our anniversary.

Darius Kincaid: No way was I gonna miss it this year, Corazón.

Sonia Kincaid: Ay, mi cucaracha.

Darius Kincaid: Happy anniversary.

Sonia Kincaid: Happy anniversary, motherfucker.
Michael Bryce: I can protect someone from bullets and explosives, but there's nothing I can do against indiscriminate use of mayonnaise for 68 straight years.