Rick: Now, unlock him.
Griggs: What?
Rick: You heard me.
Griggs: You know what this man can do?
Rick: I'm here to find out.
Lose the restraints.
- Hey.
Floyd: What's this, uh...
... Cheerleading tryouts?
Rick: Let's go. Let's see what you can do.
They say you never missed a shot...
Prove it.
Pistol: Smith & Wesson SW1911 E-Series (Stock) Ammunition: .45 ACP (11.43×23mm)
Rick: Mm-hmm...
Now you got one in the chamber.
What'cha gonna do with it?
[ - Woah woah! ] [ Rick: HEY!] Griggs: Shit!
Ames: Give me the word, boss. I'll drop him!
Rick: Everybody, calm down!
Griggs, tell your men to stand down!
Floyd: Tell 'em to "put it down". (whispers)
Griggs: Stand down!
Colonel? For the record, this is EXACTLY what I was concerned about.
Floyd: What's for dinner?
Griggs: Ames, if this man shoots me...
I want you to kill him...
And I want you to go clear my browser history.
Floyd: See, uh...
... The firing pin is filed down, alright?
Mag-fulla Dummy Rounds, if I pull the trigger, nothing happens.
Amanda: You're absolutely right.
Why would we give a loaded weapon to an infamous hitman?
Go ahead, pull the trigger.
Empty it.
Griggs: Don't empty NOTHING. You don't even know this lady.
I've known you like NINE months...
Remember? When I brought you that cookie? That was a real cookie.
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What?
Floyd: Shit...
Rick: Oops.
Song : BLKKK SKKKN HEAD (Explicit) : Kanye West
Floyd: Y'all jokers must be crazy...
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Pistol: Glock-17 Gen4 (Stock) Ammunition: 9x19mm Parabellum [RELOADING: 1]
Pistol: Glock-17 Gen4 (Stock) Ammunition: 9x19mm Parabellum [RELOADING: 2]
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Rifle: MK-18 Mod-1 (Customized) Ammunition: 5.56x45mm NATO [RELOADING: 1]
Rifle: MK-18 Mod-1 (Customized) Ammunition: 5.56x45mm NATO [RELOADING: 1.50]
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( I'm lazy AF. He fired around & until 40 ~ 50 rounds)
Floyd: All right. Now, you know what you're buying.
Let me tell you the price...
First, I want out of here.
Second, I want full custody of my daughter.
Alright? And her Mom can have, like... Supervised visits.
But her stank-ass boyfriend can't come.
Darnell, can't come.
Rick: Darnell's out.
Floyd: He's out.
Third, y'all have to pay for my Daughter's whole education.
Best schools.
And then... I want her to go to College like Harvard, or Yale.
Rick: Ivy league.
Floyd: Ivy league, yeah. One of 'em big joints you know.
And uh...
If she can't cut it, and her grades start slipping? I need you to "white people" that thing.
Flag: Uh-huh.
You know how y'all do?
Rick: Oh yeah.
Floyd: Yeah, alright? Okay.
Now that's my price... But I'm concerned, 'cause I don't see nobody writing shit down.
Rick: You're in no position to make any demands.
Floyd: Oh? I'm sorry. You thought I was talking to you?
Naw, errand boy... I'm talking to your BOSS.
That's my price, sweetie.
You know what it is. (kiss)
Griggs: You notice these are criminals?
Mm?
They're psychotic antisocial freaks.
It makes NO sense.
Let me hit the Tier One units, and I'll build you a team of Pipe Hitters, who'll do anything you can dream up.
I mean, you need REAL soldiers. Not these scumbags!
Amanda: In World War 2, the US Navy made a deal with the Mafia, to protect its ships in the Waterfront.
Griggs: This ain't World War 2.
Amanda: It's World War 3.
Griggs: What are you really up to?
Amanda: It's a "need-to-know". And all you need to know, is that you work for me.
Griggs: That can be changed with a Phone Call...
I have friends too, you know?
Amanda: There you go. Call 'em.
But without you minding her.
Your lady friend stays here, strapped to a board, in a drug-induced coma.
Griggs: They warned me about you...
My dumb ass didn't believe the stories.
Amanda: Nobody does.