Wei: The boy will die.

John Lee: Not in your lifetime.

[shoots Mr. Wei]

John Lee: I'll need guns.

[John Lee points his gun at the back of Collins head, and Collins realizes his time is up]

Collins: Checkmate.

John Lee: You're safer with me.

Meg Coburn: Is it my perfume or something? Because you are the second guy today to assume I need, want or will accept help. I won't.

John Lee: [drawing his pistol] It's not an option.

Meg Coburn: And what happens when I tell you to go fuck yourself?

[John cocks his pistol]

Meg Coburn: O.K. If that's the way you want to play it. But when the gun is in my hand, we're gonna have this conversation again.

Meg Coburn: So you didn't want to kill a kid. Welcome to the human race.

Wei: Do not confuse luck with skill.

[Kogan is stalking Meg]

Michael Kogan: I'm gonna find you. But you could save me time and put a bullet in your head. If the positions were reversed, I'd do the same for you.

[he becomes distracted, then she appears behind him]

Meg Coburn: Are you?

Michael Kogan: Excuse me?

Meg Coburn: Gonna put a bullet in your head, now that our positions are reversed?

Michael Kogan: [attempts to laugh] Meg, it doesn't...

[he wheels around, she shoots him dead]

Meg Coburn: I didn't think so.

Meg Coburn: You know, you could've saved yourself a lot of trouble just by doing that third job.

John Lee: It was wrong. Mr. Wei was taking revenge. A man named Zedkov killed his son.

Meg Coburn: Zedkov? Jesus Christ. You're getting yourself killed for a cop?

John Lee: Not a cop. His son.

Meg Coburn: What?

John Lee: A seven-year-old boy.

Meg Coburn: Why?

John Lee: That's how Mr. Wei *deals* with his enemies. Through their families.

John Lee: It will be the last death I cause.

John Lee: My father taught me how to shoot.

Meg Coburn: Playing catch is so impersonal.

Meg Coburn: [Holding gun to John's head] Now what the fuck did you get me into with Terence Wei?

John Lee: He's my patron.

Meg Coburn: Patron?

John Lee: He made it possible for me to come here.

Meg Coburn: What does he, sponsor you to play the violin?

John Lee: ...in exchange for... services.

Meg Coburn: What a nice way of saying you kill people.

Meg Coburn: Smile, and say "Flight from prosecution."

Meg Coburn: Hostage etiquette: kidnapper pays the incidentals.

Stan 'Zeedo' Zedkov: You're not under arrest, Meg, which means you have no right to an attorney.

Meg Coburn: It also means I can walk out the fucking door.