- McBain: Santos is dead. You remember Santos? This is his sister.
- Frank Bruce: Yeah, I remember Santos. It's a hell of a thing they did to him. But there's nothing we can do about it now.
- McBain: You know, I get up in the morning and I go to work. I go to the same bar each night and drink the same beer. I laugh, I talk. But when I saw Santos on tv, I got jealous. Because, he was doing what he did best.
- Frank Bruce: What, you miss the smell of napalm in the morning?
- [after the team has killed a bunch of drug dealers]
- Papo: What da fuck do ya want?
- McBain: Money.
- Papo: Money? Shit man, take da money! You guys sure killed a lot of people for a little money.
- Gill: People? Who gives a fuck about people like that? Or people like you for that matter.
- Papo: Oh, I get it. Dealers of death. Who cares about people that sells drugs to eight-year-olds? Hey man, you expect them to work at Burger King making 3.75 an hour? I pay them 200 dollars *a day*! Y'know, they just tryin' to make a livin'! Do I look like the kinda guy who could get a job at one of those glass towers? And as far as dealing drugs to any eight-year-olds, do you see any eight-year-olds down dere? All I see is a bunch of assholes from New Jersey!
- McBain: [to Frank, who's reluctant to join McBain's mission] Frank, you've got the house. You've got the beautiful girl swimming laps in your indoor pool. You have THREE Ferraris. A yacht. A house in Aspen. Yet when I come to see you, you're sitting in a chair like an old man, staring at the ocean! You having fun yet?
- McBain: [to Christina] If you took the weight of the population of Washington D.C. and turned it into gold, it'd be worth less than the annual worldwide drug trade. The dollar amount of the worldwide arms trade is four times that.