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Escaped convict Sam Gillen single handedly takes on ruthless developers determined to evict Clydie - a widow with two young children. Nobody knows who Sam is.
Clydie: Where'd you learn to fight like that? Sam Gillen: Law school!
Billy: [Sam listens to a tape recording of his deceased friend Billy] Hey Sam, this is me Billy. I wish I could be there to split all that money with you, but I guess if you're listening to this then it's all yours now, right? [Billy Chuckles a bit] Billy: Well you deserve it, man I mean... being in prison all that time because of me. Hey, I wonder which way I'm headed. Either way, up or down I guess I got a 50-50 chance of meeting Elvis, huh? Ha-ha. How do you like that suit I picked out for you? Anyhow, lay low and don't go getting into things the way you sometimes do. Oh, and Sam... I'm glad I knew you.
Franklin Hale: You bastard! Do you know who I am? Sam Gillen: [Smacks a door in his groin] I know *what* you are.
[after shooting the bad guy] Sam Gillen: Au revoir, fucker!
[pointing a shotgun towards a prisoner who's trying to steal his car] Sam Gillen: Steal the car, go to hell.
Mr. Dunston: [Mr. Dunston walks up on the porch towards Sam] Well, I'm surprised to see that you're still here. Sam Gillen: No, you're not. Mr. Dunston: Yes, I am. Sam Gillen: [Sam walks closer to Mr. Dunston] If I see you near her or the children I'll kill you. Mr. Dunston: [Mr. Dunston walks up closer] Look. You seem like a smart fellow. The woman isn't worth it. And I'll tell you, when push comes to shove you're not going to be dealing with some little tin-badge local sheriff guy. You're going to be dealing with me. Okay? Sam Gillen: I'll look forward to it. Mr. Dunston: Me, too. [Mr. Dunston walks away from Sam... ] Mr. Dunston: Au revoir. Sam Gillen: Yeah for now.
Bree Anderson: [after having seen Sam Gillen bathing naked in a pond] He's got a big penis.
Country Store Clerk: What you doin' out this way? Sam Gillen: Hunting. Country Store Clerk: In a suit?... What kinda huntin'? Sam Gillen: Pink flamingos.
Sam Gillen: [after beating up a thug] Three strikes you're out!