Revolver (film)

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Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.
Olive Schreiner
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Jake Green

There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists, until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning. The only reason you suffer the shitty boss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. Fear or revere me, but please, think I'm special. We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The hip-hip-hoo-fuckin' rah. Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on you crazy diamond, because we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.

Macha

So how exactly did this one manage to disarm and overpower a four-time national bodybuilding champion? Drag him half a block, throw him over six-foot wall, and then fed him to his own gun?

Jake Green

One thing I've learned in the last seven years: in every game and con there's always an opponent, and there's always a victim. The trick is to know when you're the latter, so you can become the former.

Jake Green

Mr. Green in the elevator, after being convinced by his friends not to take the stairs: Now I've got to spend the next two minutes, shaking... and sweating... like a crack whore clucking for a fix... Should have taken the stairs... cause it's getting very... very tight in here.

Jake Green

Oh, I know you're still there... cause I can feel you dying. I can hear you tapping me... for a little nutrition. Now who's looking for a fix? It gets a little tight in here, do you? Well, you're not wrong... cause the walls are moving in. No food here. Not today, sunshine. My eyes are open and the restaurant's closed. Jog on. Slide off. Find someone else to fill your pipe. Someone, who won't see you coming... or know, when you're there.


Avi

The greatest con, that he ever pulled... was making you believe... that he is you.


Jake Green

Very funny, George. This one will make you laugh. [shoots George in the foot]

Jake Green: There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists, until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning. The only reason you suffer the shitty boss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. Fear or revere me, but please, think I'm special. We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The hip-hip-hoo-fuckin' rah. Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on you crazy diamond, because we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.


Jake Green: One thing I've learned in the last seven years: in every game and con there's always an opponent, and there's always a victim. The trick is to know when you're the latter, so you can become the former.


Zach: Did you get anything from the old lady?

Jake Green: No.

Zach: Did you get anything from Horwitz?

Jake Green: No.

Zach: Why not?

Jake Green: Because he didn't have it.

Zach: Listen, pal. Either he pays or you pay.

Jake Green: I pay anyway.

Zach: Don't be a smartass.


Jake Green: I am rich. Seriously fucking rich.

Jake Green: Now I'm richer. A lot fucking richer.


Macha: What? He missed? Sorter never fucking misses.


Macha: What is this? Where were security?

French Paul: They gased them. We found them tied up.

French Paul: 12-tone permanent Eagle Safe, Mister D. It was impossible to break into.

Macha: Well, it wasn't fucking impossible to move, now, was it, Paul?

Macha: What did anyone take it for? We don't even use that safe, do we, Paul?

Macha: Paul?

French Paul: Not usually, no.

French Paul: Sam Gold's powder was in that. Came in yesterday.

Macha: No, Paul. You're wrong.

Macha: Try again.

Macha: You stupid motherfucker.



Macha: Why don't you just fucking rape me, Paul?


Macha: [to French Paul] Look at me! Does it look like I'm afraid of consequences? Fuck him!

Lord John: [in subtitles, to Fat Dan] Fuck him!

Macha: Fuck the consequences!

Lord John: Fuck the consequences!

Macha: Fuck them all!

Lord John: Fuck them all!


Sorter: Ch-check she's dead [calmly said to colleague after shooting an assassin in the neck, and then walking off to take care of the driver]