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Hardened criminal Maggie Hayward's consistent violence, even in police custody, ends in the execution chamber. However, top-secret US government agent 'Bob' arranges a staged death, so ... See full summary »
Maggie: I never did mind about the little things.
Maggie: So... you're going to give me this 'chance.' What do I got to do? Bob: Learn, Maggie. Learn to speak properly; learn to stand up straight for a start. Then languages, computers, and so on. Do something to help your country for a change. Maggie: What if I'm not interested? Bob: Row 48, Plot 12.
Maggie: How about you kiss my ass right in the crack?
Victor: I'm Victor. I'm the cleaner.
Karate Instructor: [does some karate moves and assumes a fighting stance] I've taken my guard. See if you can hit my face. Maggie: [starts to circle the instructor, waving her hands and making sounds like Bruce Lee] Hooooo. Waaa! Karate Instructor: Come on. COme on. [Maggie continues circling and making the noises and hand motions] Karate Instructor: Hit me. Come on. Hit me. [Puzzled and impatient, the instructor looks away from Maggie, lowering his guard] Karate Instructor: [frustrated] Aah. [the instructor turns back to Maggie and she decks him right in the nose, knocking him down]
Angela: Enough vis ze fucking tea already!
Bob: Why do you talk so dirty, Maggie? Maggie: Why do you talk so faggy, Bob?
Maggie: Oh, I think she's saying, "Stick it in me twice a day, and I'll do anything for you. I'll lick the ground you walk on."
Bob: [picks up Maggie's album of Nina Simone] Can I take this? J.P.: Yeah... sure. J.P.: [pause] You like Nina? Bob: [after a while] Yeah. I love her. J.P.: [pause] We'll miss her? Bob: [gazes at the picture of Maggie on the wall] Yeah. We'll miss her.
Bob: You stupid ignorant little girl. You think you can just pout and decide that you don't want to play anymore? I mean where do you think you are? Don't you understand anything that I've said? Maggie: I mean it. Bob: You don't know what you're talking about. Maggie: I'm through! I'm out! Bob: Listen, which word don't you understand? There is no out, there is no through, there is no out!
Bob: Ask Me why im so serious Maggie: Why are you so serious? Bob: Cos iv'e got serious stuff to tell you Maggie for Margaret.
[in disguise as Angela] Maggie: For Christ's sake, give me a fucking break and open ze stupid gate!
[Bob is waiting for Maggie as she returns from an 'assignment'] Bob: How are you? Maggie: I just blew up a hotel. How the hell do you think I am?
Bob: He mentioned the word "bullet," and he mentioned the word "brain."
Bob: You can't just pout and decide you don't want to play anymore.