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You really suck at teamwork, man!
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You think getting louder is gonna improve your situation?
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"Shoot him!" It was pretty high pitched for someone who's wearing him out.
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No worries. I've got a hard head.
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I promise you, I am not the man you want as an enemy.
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I can never allow one of them to be set free. I can't. I won't. Never.
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At least you have passion in your passionate words. There's hope for you yet.
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Who said anything about giving up?
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How'd you free yourself from your girl? Ain't no way you dragged her all this way
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Single-shooting left handed, riding that horse.Odds r really in my favor, Garbage
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She was just Anne-Marie, you know? A little awkward, a lot efficient.
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Just wearing him out, you know.
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You're a cop who can't even hold a gun. I might as well have cut your balls off.
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Would you care to explain? / No, not to you.
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Get better and forgive me.
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I think the word "personal" sums it up nicely.
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Over here. I'm probably the one in the middle.
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Did you shoot me in the head? And I lived? You can't kill me.
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The last thing that you're going to see... will be me, smiling from ear to ear.
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What could be worse than leaving you to live the life you're gonna live?
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You might have tried my office, I'm in the telephone book.
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"Dear Diary, Today I saw my first real bad guy."
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Ever stepped on a piece of dog crap, walking in the park or something?
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If it helps find Anne-Marie, I don't give a damn what he does with the files.
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I could've had this entire place incinerated. / The diff between us is you didn't
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Why is one side deemed criminal and the other side's crimes swept away?
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Hey Garbage Boy, guess who's out of the hospital? I can't wait for round two.
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You're single-shooting, left handed, and you're riding that horse. Odds are really in my favor, Garbage.
Come on. We both knew it was gonna end this way. I mean, you don't want to live anymore anyway, right? You're a cop who can't even hold a gun. I might as well have just cut your balls off.
Remember the first time you tried to kiss me? I turned away. I wanted you so bad, but this... this... I'm so sorry. Everything, ever woman I ever get close to, gets hurt. Please get better. Get better and forgive me.
When you're sentenced and you take that walk from the defendant's table to the tombs, the last thing that you're going to see before you go into the tank will be me, smiling, from ear to ear.
I've wanted for quite some time to talk to you.
You might have tried my office, I'm in the telephone book.
Ever stepped on a piece of dog crap, walking in the park or something? At the time, it seems like a really big deal. "What am I going to do, I have dog crap on my shoe. How terrible." But then you wash it away, and an hour later you've forgotten it even happend. I feel like you're going to be that for me. You seem like a really big deal now, but when you're convicted and back in America, you'll be a piece of dog crap I once washed off the bottom of my shoe.
I could've had this entire place incinerated the moment I knew you were here.
The difference between us is you didn't.
I've spent my entire life tracking and capturing war criminals. Despots, tyrants, some of the worst mass murderers in the history of mankind. Men who have not dozens, but thousands of victims on their ledger sheets. Hundreds of thousands. Men who are steeped in the greatest agonies one can imagine. Rebecca knows. Louis knows. They must know. Dimitrov must know. That regardless of what it means for them, for me, I can never allow one of them to be set free. I can't. I won't. Never.
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