Martin Riggs

— You don't trust me at all, do you?
— I tell you what. You make it through tomorrow without killing anybody... especially me or yourself, then I'll start trusting you.
— Fair enough. <...> It's the only thing I was ever good at.

— First time in 20 years I get the bathroom to myself. No kids banging on the door. No wife asking me to hurry up. Just me and my new Saltwater Sportsman magazine!
— The one with the article on deep-sea fishing?
— So I'm reading about marlin fishing in the Gulf of Mexico... when I glanced over. [caption: «Boom. You're dead»]
— Oh, Jesus. Is that all? You scared the shit out of me.
— Scared the shit out of you?
— How long you been here?
— I've been here all night. My legs are so numb I don't know if I can...
— Don't move.
— I can't.

— This was a new car, Riggs.
— Well, it still is.

— Do you sleep with that thing?
— I would if I slept.

— I'm cutting the wire. Snip. See? All done. Rog.
— Yeah?
— Grab the cat.

— Tell me, Rog, was it red wire, blue...?
— Let's get out of here!
— Step on the gas.
— They'll never believe this.
— I hope nobody saw us.