- Hassan: [Comes in and sees the carnage and Chris just pacing around them] You! Fuck! Motherfuck!
- Chris Garret: [Hassan reaches for a pistol in the waistband of his pants, Garret blows him away with his shotgun. Hassan flys through the air and crashes through a window] Drop dead.
- Mobster: [Garret approaching the five terrorists] Who are you?
- Chris Garret: That's not important. Mr. Lacombe sent me to give you boys a little advice.
- Mobster: [Snickers] Just you?
- Chris Garret: [cocky] I don't see anyone else around.
- [With his fingers, takes some of the hummus from their plate]
- Chris Garret: Anyways, Mr. Lacambe has sent me to tell you, um, camel jockeys that if you fuck with him, he's gonna cut off your balls and stick 'em up your ass.
- [Tastes it, and then spits it out, washes his fingers in the main terrorist's drink, and cleans his hand with a napkin]
- Chris Garret: You actually eat this shit?
- Mobster: [calm, but angry] You're a dead man.
- Chris Garret: I'm not afraid to die. Are you?
- Mobster: [angrily] No. Allah protects us!
- Chris Garret: [smiling almost laughing] Well, in that case, this shouldn't hurt.
- [Grabs his head and slams it into the table]
- Chris Garret: Or this.
- [Throws him into the other guys. After beating and subduing all of them, he picks up the main terrorist again]
- Chris Garret: This is just a warning from Mr. Lacomb.
- Mobster: [Gasping] You're fucking dead!
- Chris Garret: You already said that,
- [Throws him through the divider behind them]
- Chris Garret: Why did you agree to see me?
- Andre Lacombe: So that you could carry a personal message back to that garlic-breath pig. I have moved south. I will stay south. Luganni is too weak to kick me out. And should you, he, or these Iranians you mention ever come into Vancouver, I will personally write Andre Lacombe's name on all your snowy graves... with piss.
- Chris Garret: [Lacombes assistant tries remove Garret, Garret floors him and pulls a shotgun that was not detected by Lacombes assistant] It maybe your handwriting... but it will have to be his dick...
- Chris Garret: [police arriving outside, Garret has Del tied into a chair hanging out of the window] Now if you feel the need to piss your pants Del? just squeeze them cheeks... real tight...
- Detective Chambers: [approaching Garret who is near Del at the window] Ok Garret, we'll take it from here...
- Chris Garret: It's just about time anyway...
- Detective Chambers: [walking after Garret who has started walking away from the window where Del's chair is rigged with a bomb] What's that mean?... Garret...
- Detective Chambers: [Del explodes, Chambers is shocked] Damn it Garret... we wanted him alive...
- Chris Garret: [smiling] Ain't life a bitch?
- Bo Lemke: [after Garrett watches him abuse his son all the way back to their house for losing the fight to Tim Murphy, he walks up to the front door and rings the bell] Well well well! And what the hell do you want, nigger lover?
- [after a brief pause, Garrett punches him in the nose through the screen on the storm door, and walks away]
- Andre Lacombe: You've developed a sense of humor since we last met. How about self-control?
- Marco Luganni: When necessary.