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A former Secret Service agent takes on the job of bodyguard to a pop singer, whose lifestyle is most unlike a President's.
Woman in Green: [approaching Frank] I've been watching you all night from across the room. Frank: Why don't you go back there. Keep watching.
Sy Spector: Bill said you used to be with the Secret Service. Frank: That's right. Sy Spector: Ever guard the main man? Frank: I was two years with Carter, four with Reagan. Sy Spector: Reagan got shot! Frank: Not on my shift.
Rachel: Will you grab that jacket for me? The red one, please? Frank: I'm here to keep you alive, not help you shop.
Frank: [shakes the weathered intercom speaker] Frank Farmer to see Miss Marron. Intercom voice: [static hiss] What? Frank: Alexander Graham Bell, to see Miss Marron. Intercom voice: You got an appointment? Frank: Yeah... the atomic number of zinc is thirty. Intercom voice: All right. [gate opens to let Frank enter]
Frank: [after Nicki kisses him] You're a lovely woman. Nicki Marron: But you don't want me. I'm surprised. Thorough fellow like yourself. Why stop at one sister when you could have fucked them both? Frank: I make my mistakes. Nicki Marron: But you didn't say no to the boss.
Rachel: Well, you don't look like a bodyguard. Frank: What'd you expect? Rachel: Well, I don't know, maybe a tough guy? Frank: This is my disguise.
Rachel: [after Frank has killed the culprit and is lying on the stage bleeding] It's not my blood! It's not me! [They get ready to restrain Frank] Rachel: Wait! He's my Bodyguard! Get some help! [to Frank] Rachel: Stay with me! Frank! Stay with me!
[as Rachel heads towards the waiting paparazzi] Frank: Is this really necessary? Rachel: Quit bitchin', Farmer, this is the part you *do* get paid for!
Rachel: And you're ready to die for me? Frank: It's the job. Rachel: And you'd do it? Why? Frank: I can't sing.
Frank Farmer: We're adding to your duties. You're my new assistant. Henry: Says who? Frank Farmer: Henry, I've spent a lot of time guarding people all over the world, and I've found one thing to be true - no matter how incompetent the assassins, no matter how much they miss their target, there's always one person who always gets hit. Henry: Who? Frank Farmer: The cocky black chauffeur.
Rachel: So, can we get you anything? Frank: Yeah, orange juice. Rachel: Straight?
Frank: You're too old to be this naive !
Rachel: You know, Farmer, you're a self-righteous son of a bitch. Frank: [chuckles] Rachel: And don't you laugh at me! Don't you dare judge me! Frank: Oh, give me a break, will ya? I didn't tell you to fuck everybody in the hotel!
Frank: I don't want to talk about this again.
Rachel: What's going on, Frank? Frank: I want to keep it straight in my head what job I'm doing. Rachel: And what is that exactly? Making me feel like shit?
Rachel: You afraid I might get picked off in my snazzy running suit? Frank: No, I'm afraid that I might have to jog with you.
Frank: Aw, Christ, I told you why! I - I can't protect you like this. Rachel: So that's it for me? That's it? Frank: Yeah. Rachel: Well, I don't believe it! Frank: Well, you can live with it, or you can fire me. Rachel: But I can't fuck you.
Rachel: I don't trust discipline. I know, at that crucial moment, I'd cop out.
Frank: It's Portman, the guy from Miami! Tony: Right, pencil neck?
Frank: The people who hire me, they don't have to be convinced to save their own lives.
Rachel: [Skip is nervously prompting Rachel to return to her seat before her award category is presented] I'm moving as fast as I can, Skip, why don't you go twitch somewhere else?
Devaney: [In the limo] Tony, you remember what you are supposed to be doign? Frank: Relax, Tony knows what he is doing. Rachel: Nothing is going to happen will you lighten up. [Sits back] Rachel: Unless I don't win the fricken award. [She laughs and Sy gives her a glare] Rachel: Geez, what a group! You know what, fuck it! I'm tired of worrying about it.
Fletcher 'Fletch' Marron: You're the new bodyguard aren't you. Frank: [Smiles] What do you know about it? Fletcher 'Fletch' Marron: I've got ears. Frank: Well i'll remember that!
Fletcher 'Fletch' Marron: She's real mad at you, isn't she? Fletcher 'Fletch' Marron: She told me she does not understand why you're being so shitty to her. Frank: I don't like it when you use language like that Fletcher. Frank: I spent a lot of time learning not to react to things like other people do; it's my job... It doesn't always work... Doesn't always work. Fletcher 'Fletch' Marron: I don't think I understand. Frank: I am an old man compared to you pal, and I don't understand either... I'm starting to get the feeling that I will never will.
Rachel: But I can't go out on a date because you have to be with me every minute. I mean, what if he wants to invite me up to his place afterwards? Are you gonna come too?
Rachel: [to Frank] What are you looking at? You've probably never had a heavy night in your whole damn disciplined life.
Fletcher 'Fletch' Marron: What are you afraid of? Frank: I'm af - I'm afraid of not being there.
Frank: This is the night.
Frank: This house is wide open. Sy Spector: Excuse me? Frank: I said this house is wide open and you people have no clue what real security is or what it takes to achieve it.
Rachel: And I want to be able to eat brunch with my friends. Frank: So go on Tuesdays. Sy Spector: Tuesday morning brunch? Where'd you get this guy, Bill?
Nicki Marron: [to Frank, referring to Rachel] Everybody said she was a sure thing... But of course, you already knew that.
Rachel: [sees her son, Fletcher, getting into a boat] You know, Fletcher can't swim very well. Herb Farmer: I guess he'd better stay in the boat, then.
Frank: [when asked how he uncovered the identity of the assassin] They don't wash cars on the upper level.