Clive Owen credited as playing...
Smith
- [as DQ rants in Italian at Smith]
- Mr. Smith: I don't understand a word you're going on about, but I know exactly what you're saying and I refuse to apologize.
- Mr. Smith: [after killing several men while at the same time having sex with DQ] Talk about shooting your load.
- Mr. Smith: I hate it when parents hit their children.
- Woman in Museum: Let go of my arm!
- Mr. Smith: Not until you stop hitting your kid.
- Woman in Museum: I will discipline my child as I see fit.
- Mr. Smith: How would you like it if I spank you?
- [Smith spanks the mother]
- Mr. Smith: See? It doesn't feel so good, does it?
- Mr. Smith: [after being propelled from his car into a van and shooting all occupants inside] So much for wearing your seatbelt.
- Mr. Hertz: [after telling Smith his gun is empty] And you won't be getting it up with that gun you took off my man. No, you see, like my weapon, it also has the thumbprint safety device!
- Mr. Smith: Oh, really?
- [holds up the thug's severed hand]
- Mr. Smith: Wanna bet?
- [Hertz grabs a shard of glass and charges, screaming. Smith fits the severed hand's thumb onto the pistol grip, and shoots Hertz in the chest]
- Mr. Smith: Nothing like a good hand-job.
- Mr. Smith: [after a shootout with several men, and shooting out letters of a neon sign so that all that's left says "FUK U."] Fuck you, ya fucking fuckers.
- Mr. Hertz: Bravo, Mr. Hero. Bravo.
- Mr. Smith: Why are you trying to kill this woman?
- [Hertz laughs]
- Mr. Smith: Something funny?
- Mr. Hertz: Well, I was just remembering a limerick. "There once was a woman who was quite begat. She had three babies named Nat, Pat, and Tat. She said it was fun in the breeding, but found it was hell in the feeding, when she saw there was no tit for Tat." You have caused me no end of trouble, but now I shall return the favor. Tit for tat, right?
- [DQ has just had a quickie with a passing john to raise some quick cash]
- DQ: To buy something for the baby.
- Mr. Smith: Something for the baby?
- [back in the pawnshop, she wraps Baby Oliver in a bulletproof vest]
- DQ: A bulletproof vest is better than a crib.
- Mr. Smith: I hate to think what you'd do to get him into the right school.
- Mr. Smith: Do you know what I hate?
- Baby's Mother: [in pain] No!
- Mr. Smith: I hate these forty-year-old jack-holes wearing ponytails. That pony tail doesn't make you look hip, young, or cool.
- [Smith shoots a ponytail henchmen in the head]
- Mr. Smith: I move my finger one inch to use my turn signal. Why are these assholes so lazy they can't move their finger one fucking measly inch to drive more safely? You wanna know why?
- DQ: Not particularly.
- Mr. Smith: Because these rich bastards have to be callous and inconsiderate in the first place to make all that money, so when they get on the road, they can't help themselves. They've gotta be callous and inconsiderate drivers too. It's in their nature.