(Kincaid's peptalk to Bryce...)
Darius Kincaid: Now repeat after me. I'm unlicensed.
Michael Bryce: I'm unlicensed, and that's terrible.
(Kincaid hits him)
Darius Kincaid: Louder!
Michael Bryce: I'm unlicensed and I don't give a...!
Darius Kincaid: Now let's go do what we do and blow some things up.
Darius Kincaid: I'll do my thing. You know when I want some sh*t to pop, it pops. Like that shot through that tittie-small window on Kurosawa's plane.
Michael Bryce: That's enough. Okay, that's enough out of you.
Darius Kincaid: Show me the face you made when that sh*t went down.
Michael Bryce: That still stings.
Darius Kincaid: I know you wasn't expecting that sh*t to happen.
Michael Bryce: Yeah, I was expecting you to blow my client's head off.
Darius Kincaid: Did you have that Home Alone face thingy, like...?
Darius Kincaid: You're welcome.
Michael Bryce: For what?
Darius Kincaid: I got you a front row seat to the Roussel show, and I got you that all-access backstage pass to that a** you've been wanting so bad.
Michael Bryce: You did what?
Darius Kincaid: You jumped out of the car, I gave her the 411 on you.
Michael Bryce: I didn't jump out of the... I went through the f*cking windshield.
Darius Kincaid: Oh, semantics.
Vladislav Dukhovich (laughs): 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.
Darius Kincaid (laughs): I don't give a f*ck about all of that! You f*cked up when you shot my bodyguard.
Vladislav Dukhovich: Who?
(Kincaid kicks him off the ledge...)
Michael Bryce: Why is everything always about love with you?
Darius Kincaid: Well, what else is there? I mean, take away the guns, the money, the travel, the perfect shot through a motherf*cker's earhole from 300 meters. I mean, none of that sh*t means d*ck if I can't tell Sonia about it.
Michael Bryce: Well, I guess Amelia's just not as special as Sonia. She sounds great.
Darius Kincaid: What, she cheat on you?
Michael Bryce: No.
Darius Kincaid: Try to kill you?
Michael Bryce: No.
Darius Kincaid: 'Cause Sonia chopped off part of my ear with a machete one time. She sewed it back on, but... it was two, three days before our sh*t got real again.
Darius Kincaid: You never even took one for a client?
Michael Bryce: Nope. Never had to.
Darius Kincaid: Yeah, but the question is, would you? See, if I'm paying Triple-A rates, then I'm looking for that full-service sh*t, you know what I'm saying? That extra "A" stands for "a**," yours, between mine and a bullet.