The whole movie is pure class so it is.
But I can't add one or even two lines I liked. I am going to add a whole scene that I love, word for word.
*****
[Inside the police station, Thrasher shouts to Stone to get into his office]
Thrasher: "Stone, get your arse in here!!!"
[After Harley Stone enters the office the police chief slams the door shut behind him and proceeds to pick up and show Stone a (modified) 4.45 Magnum that was confiscated from Stone earlier]
Thrasher: What the f@ck's this?!"
Harley Stone [after sitting down]: "Hi Chief, how you doing?"
Thrasher: "Answer the question!"
Harley Stone: "It's a gun!"
Thrasher: "Don't be a smart arse, this isn't funny"
Harley Stone: "I'm not laughing...the killers back"
Thrasher [then looks at the person standing in the corner]: "I thought you said this guy wouldn't be back?!"
Dick Durkin: "Sir, all the evidence and research shows that a serial killer of this type doesn't come back"
Harley Stone: "Who is this?!"
Dick Durkin [goes to shake hands and gets no reaction from Stone]: "Detective Dick Durkin"
Thrasher: "You sure it's him?"
Harley Stone: He ripped her heart out!"
Dick Durkin: "Her heart, what for?"
Harley Stone [in a sarcastic tone]: "Maybe he eats them for breakfast"
Dick Durkin [pulls up a chair and sits down next to Stone]: "This wasn't in the police reports or the news papers!"
Thrasher: "And it's never gonnae be, you got that!. Jesus, if they get wind of this they'll have a field day!"
Dick Durkin: "This changes things. I thought we were dealing with a psychotic, not a psychopath!. And with such incredible strength he must be under extreme mental distress or some kind of stimulant"
Harley Stone: Who is this?!"
Dick Durkin: "I'm curious, how did you know he was going to strike at that club last night?"
Harley Stone: "I didn't"
Dick Durkin: "But you were there before he struck!"
Harley Stone: "SO!"
Dick Durkin: "That's an incredible coincidence"
[Harley Stone then tilts his head over to Durkin and blows a cloud of cigar smoke in his face. Thrasher then shows them a folder.]
Thrasher: "Do you know what this is? it's a medical report, on you!. The doctors say you have Anxiety Neurosis to the point of being paranoid."
Harley Stone: "Doctor's dont know sh_it!"
Thrasher: "How many weapons you carrying besides this cannon?"
Harley Stone: "An MP15!"
Thrasher: "What else?"
Harley Stone: "A Glock 50"
Thrasher: "And?!"
Harley Stone: "An A3 Assault Shotgun"
Thrasher: "If that's not paranoid I dont know what the f@ck is!. I'm surprised you dont have a grenade launcher!"
Harley Stone: "Couldn't get a permit!"
[Dick Durkin laughs]
Thrasher: "THIS ISN'T FUNNY!!"
Harley Stone: "I just want to be ready!"
Thrasher: "Ready for what?. You can't even find the bastard, let alone shoot him"
Harley Stone: "I can find him"
Thrasher: "Look, if you know so much about this fella how come we have a corpse with her heart ripped out, and you are up alleyways shooting at water rats?!"
[Harley Stone then leans over and grabs Durkin by the tie and pulls him towards him]
Harley Stone: "Have you been following me?!"
Thrasher: "Damn right he has!. Paranoid people with guns are a menace to society"
[Harley Stone, while still holding Dick Durkin by the tie, then pulls Durkin towards the desk the Chief is sitting at]
Harley Stone: "You'd be paranoid too, if you had a dipsh_it like this following you!"
Thrasher: "This dipsh_it happens to be an expert on serial killers"
[Harley Stone then stands up and leans over the desk to get closer to the chief]
Harley Stone: "If he's such an expert, then what the f@ck is he following me for?!"
[Thrasher then hands Stone his badge]
Thrasher: "You are offically off suspension!. But if you f@ck up again, I'll have your arse shipped to the worst hell hole on this planet!"
Harley Stone: "Worse than this place?!"
Thrasher: "And there's a condition Stone, my condition!. He goes with you."
[Stone takes a quick glance at Durkin]
Harley Stone: "I work alone"
Thrasher: "You work with who I say, or you don't work at all!. Cos as far as I'm concerned you're just another crazy with a gun!"
[Harley Stone then opens the chief's cigar box on the table and grabs a handful of cigars leaving about two in the box and holds them up to Thrasher's face]
Harley Stone: "Your concern for my welfare is touching!"
Thrasher: "Get the f@ck out of my office!"
"Death heals the wounds of life."
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