Frank Martin puts the driving gloves on to deliver Valentina, the kidnapped daughter of a Ukranian government official, from Marseilles to Odessa on the Black Sea. En route, he has to contend with thugs who want to intercept Valentina's safe delivery and not let his personal feelings get in the way of his dangerous objective.

Frank Martin: You don't want to do this.
Mighty Joe: I don't think you're in a position to tell me what to do or don't what to do. You have ten seconds to change your mind.
Frank Martin: I'll give you five seconds to remove your hand.
Valentina: Am I not sexy?
Frank Martin: [uninterested] ... yeah, you're sexy.
Valentina: [elatedly] You're the gay!
Frank Martin: Nope! I am not "the gay."
Valentina: Do you ever kiss like you mean it Frank? I'm thinking may be nice. I'm thinking you live alone. Inside and outside. I think it's not dying you're afraid of, it's a living. Live with me. just this once, just this moment, live with me...
[they kiss]
Johnson: I'd like to offer you a position.
Frank Martin: I'd like to offer you one. Permanently disabled.
Frank Martin: Do I look like a man who came half-way across Europe to die on a bridge?
Valentina: The sea is so restful. Is lunch ready yet.
Inspector Tarconi: Mademoiselle, there is a certain progression to things. In order to eat the lunch, you first have to catch a lunch.
Frank Martin: And if we keep talking instead of concentrating, we're gonna catch nothing.
Valentina: I have better idea. Why don't we skip catching of lunch and go right to eating of lunch? I know wonderful place just up coast from here, where they make fish stew. Incredible. They use tomatoes and onions, a little amount of lavender.
Frank Martin: What kind of wine?
Valentina: Pink, from south.
Inspector Tarconi: A Chateau Neuf, perhaps.
Frank Martin: Chilled.
Valentina: Of course chilled.
Frank Martin: And for dessert?
Johnson: You've disappointed me.
Frank Martin: You won't be the first, and you won't be the last. I told you I wanted to do this in person.
Johnson: That won't be necessary. You see, since we had our little chat at the beginning of the mission, I've been thinking I don't need the best man for this mundane assignment. Any idiot with a drivers' license will do, so, in the words of the great American Donald Trump, I'm sorry, but you're fired.
Frank Martin: Let me guess. You're the smart one.
The Giant: No. I am the big one.
Johnson: [Valentina sees Frank's car racing alongside the train and smiles] What's so funny?
Valentina: Hearing a dead man talking.
Inspector Tarconi: It's a good thing that we French have such a highly developed sense of humor.
Frank Martin: With all due respect, the French think that Jerry Lewis is a genius.
Inspector Tarconi: Jerry Lewis is a genius.
Frank Martin: Dean was the genius.
Inspector Tarconi: No. Dean just stood there with a drink and a cigarette.
Frank Martin: My point exactly. Anyone can fall down and get a laugh. But how many people can do it standing still with a drink and a cigarette?
Inspector Tarconi: I'm afraid our day of leisure is cut short. There is a big mess in Marseilles - some madman driving an Audi at impossible speeds.
Frank Martin: Don't look at me.
Inspector Tarconi: That is the first place the chief told me to look. But I will tell him you have the perfect alibi. As usual.