Yea Lets Do It Again but This Time Full Pshyo
[Repeated line in all 4 movies]
Roger Murtaugh: I'm too old for this shit!
[Riggs picks upward a young prostitute and offers her $100]
Underage Hooker: A hundred bucks? What do you have in mind?
Martin Riggs: Well, I want you lot to come abode and lookout tv set with me.
Underage Hooker: [surprised] That'south all?
Martin Riggs: Yeah. "The Three Stooges" are on in 20 minutes.
[he mimics some of their antics, she laughs]
Martin Riggs: Hey, look friend, let'due south just cutting the shit. Now we both know why I was transferred. Everybody thinks I'm suicidal, in which case, I'grand fucked and nobody wants to work with me; or they retrieve I'k faking to draw a psycho pension, in which instance, I'm fucked and nobody wants to work with me. Basically, I'm fucked.
Roger Murtaugh: Guess what?
Martin Riggs: What?
Roger Murtaugh: I don't desire to work with you lot!
Martin Riggs: Hey, don't.
Roger Murtaugh: Ain't got no choice! Looks like we both been fucked!
Martin Riggs: Terrific.
Roger Murtaugh: God hates me. That's what it is.
Martin Riggs: Detest him back; it works for me.
[afterwards rescuing Roger and Rianne]
Martin Riggs: What did 1 shepherd say to the other shepherd? Let'south become the flock out of here!
Roger Murtaugh: Okay, clown, no bullshit! You wanna kill yourself?
Martin Riggs: Oh, for Chriss-...
Roger Murtaugh: Close upward! Yes or no - you lot wanna die?
Martin Riggs: Oh, I got the job done! What the hell do you want?
Roger Murtaugh: JUST Reply THE QUESTION!
Martin Riggs: Well, what do yous wanna hear, human? Practise you lot wanna hear that sometimes I think nigh eatin' a bullet? Huh? Well, I practise! I even got a special bullet for the occasion with a hollow indicate, look! Brand sure it blows the back of my goddamned head out and practice the job right! Every unmarried day I wake up and I think of a reason not to do it! Every single twenty-four hours! You know why I don't do information technology? This is gonna brand you lot laugh! Yous know why I don't do it? The task! Doin' the job! Now that's the reason!
Martin Riggs: I don't make things complicated. That's the manner they get, all by themselves.
[afterward stopping Riggs from shooting himself]
Roger Murtaugh: You're not trying to describe a psycho pension! You really are crazy!
Mr. Joshua: [Riggs is tied upwards and struggling] Why don't you lot salvage your strength? You're gonna need it.
Martin Riggs: Who's the chin?
Mr. Joshua: Endo, meet Mr. Martin Riggs. Endo here has forgotten more virtually dispensing hurting than you lot and I will e'er know.
Martin Riggs: Terrific.
Mr. Joshua: See, Martin, we take a trouble. Since nosotros take Murtaugh, we don't really need you. But I believe in being thorough.
Martin Riggs: Aye, I've heard that about you lot.
Mr. Joshua: Yeah. Well, our problem, and yours too, is we take a shipment of trade to evangelize.
Martin Riggs: Why don't you guys only call it heroin?
Mr. Joshua: Information technology's rather large, this shipment. It would be unfortunate, however, if nosotros showed upwardly to deliver our HEROIN, and were surrounded by fifty cops.
Martin Riggs: That would be too bad.
Mr. Joshua: Yep it would exist. And then, it'south essential for us to find out all the cops know.
Martin Riggs: Hey, we don't know shit. Y'all- you did Hunsaker before he could say...
Mr. Joshua: No, no! I wish I could believe yous. Merely unfortunately, I don't... Now if you would kindly tell me everything y'all know, I promise I'll impale you quick.
[snaps fingers]
Martin Riggs: I've told you everything I know.
Mr. Joshua: Endo...
[gestures to Endo to 'start the pain']
Martin Riggs: Wha- what the hell is that?
Mr. Joshua: I'll tell you what it is. It'southward called electric shock treatment.
Martin Riggs: Well, I estimate we're in for a long night, 'cause I don't know shit.
Mr. Joshua: Nosotros'll see. Endo...
Drug Dealer #3: [Riggs is in a Christmas tree lot, and pretends to sample some coke for a buy] Practiced, huh? Tasty? Smooth?
Martin Riggs: Yeah, that'south skillful...
Drug Dealer #1: [walking up with a beer] Hither ya go, pal...
Martin Riggs: Thanks. Okay, so permit'due south do it. How much?
Drug Dealer #3: How much for how much?
Martin Riggs: For all of it.
Drug Dealer #3: You want it all. He wants it all.
Drug Dealer #1: He wants it all, cute. Congratulations!
Drug Dealer #3: All right!
Martin Riggs: Possibly a nice six footer to put it nether, huh?
Drug Dealer #two: You want a tree? I'll tell y'all what. I'll give you the all-time tree I got on the lot, for nothin'. But the shit'southward gonna cost ya... a hundred.
Martin Riggs: What, that much?
Drug Dealer #3: Hey, you said you lot liked information technology, that's a fair price.
Martin Riggs: Yeah... yeah! Hell, you only live in one case... get this together hither...
[takes out his wallet, starts counting out a hundred dollars]
Martin Riggs: 20, xl, sixty, seventy...
Drug Dealer #1: Hey, what the fuck...
Drug Dealer #2: Hey, man... Hey!
Martin Riggs: C'mon, shut upwardly man, I'm losin' count... Xc-three, xc-four, ninety...
Drug Dealer #2: Forget it, you dumbshit. One hundred THOUSAND. I hundred G, DOLLARS!
Martin Riggs: A hundred k?
[laughs]
Martin Riggs: I'g distressing, I can't afford that, not on my salary. Simply I'll tell ya what, I got a better idea, here. Let me say I take the whole stash of your hands for free, and y'all assholes can go to jail.
[takes out his badge and puts it on the table in front end of them]
Martin Riggs: What do you say almost that? At present I could read you guys your rights, but ah, you guys already know what your rights are, don't you?
Drug Dealer #2: [drug dealers stare, then outset to laugh] This bluecoat ain't real. You ain't real.
Drug Dealer #1: No, just yous sure are a crazy son of a bitch!
Martin Riggs: [They all laugh] You call back I'm crazy? Y'all call me crazy, you remember I'm crazy? You wanna see crazy?
[Riggs starts slapping him self on the head, Stooges fashion, and then pokes their eyes and slaps them, and pulls out his gun]
Martin Riggs: . At present that's a existent bluecoat, I'm a real cop, and this is a real fucking gun!
Drug Dealer #ii: [menacing] Okay, pal...
Martin Riggs: Hey, noses in the dirt, asshole...
[And the guns start blazin']
Martin Riggs: I exercise it real skillful, you know.
Roger Murtaugh: Do what?
Martin Riggs: When I was nineteen, I did a guy in Laos from a 1000 yards out. It was a rifle shot in high current of air. Perhaps eight or even ten guys in the world could have made that shot. It's the merely thing I was ever good at. Well, see ya tomorrow.
Roger Murtaugh: Aye, see you lot.
[pauses]
Roger Murtaugh: Hey Riggs! You actually like my wife's cooking?
Martin Riggs: [fixing him] No. Meet you lot tomorrow.
Roger Murtaugh: Run across how easy that was? Boom, still alive. At present we question him. You lot know why we question him? Considering I got him in the leg. I didn't shoot him total of holes or effort to bound off a edifice with him.
Martin Riggs: Hey, that'due south no fair. The building guy lived.
[Endo shocks Riggs with a device]
Mr. Joshua: Hit him again!
Martin Riggs: [Endo does]
[Martin groans as his torso shakes violently]
Mr. Joshua: [soft but enthused] Hit him again.
Martin Riggs: [Endo hits him once again for longer]
Mr. Joshua: C'mon, tell me about the shipment!
Martin Riggs: [yells and spouts giberrish, then spits at Endo, tries to reach Joshua] I swear I'm gonna fucking impale the both of y'all.
Mr. Joshua: Aye, yeah, very funny. At present what near the *shipment*?
Roger Murtaugh: Mind, distressing near all that shit I was in your confront near earlier... you saved my life. Thank you.
Martin Riggs: Oh, I'll bet that injure to say.
Roger Murtaugh: [chuckles] You'll never know.
Martin Riggs: You don't trust me at all, do you?
Roger Murtaugh: Well, I'll tell you lot what. Yous make information technology through tomorrow without killing anybody, especially me, or yourself, then I'll first trusting you.
Martin Riggs: Fair enough.
Roger Murtaugh: 50 years old, what a birthday, goddamn l years old, been on the force xx years, non a scratch on me, non a scar, got a married woman, kids, a house, a angling gunkhole, simply I tin can kiss all that bye considering my new partner has a death wish, my fucking life is over
Martin Riggs: [looks at Roger] I was...
Roger Murtaugh: Just shut up yous hear, why are you talking to me anyway, I'm a dead homo, yep fuck it, you're looking a dead homo here
[oncoming traffic honks at them and swerve to become out of the style]
Martin Riggs: [points at oncoming traffic] spotter, watch, Sentry...
Roger Murtaugh: Don't worry, I was driving before you lot were itching in your daddy's pants
Martin Riggs: [Riggs and Murtaugh go to a bosom at a "rich house"] Think I saw this house on Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless...
[Riggs is having doubts]
Roger Murtaugh: Why is in that location a problem?
Martin Riggs: In that location'south no problem.
Roger Murtaugh: Nosotros got 1 expressionless girl and one expressionless guy. The expressionless guy kills the dead girl, nosotros impale the expressionless guy 'cause he wanted us to be dead guys - it's pretty easy to me.
Mr. Joshua: General, Mr. Mendez is hither.
McAllister: [turns around to greet Mendez] Ah, Mr. Mendez. How are you?
Mendez: Hey, I'thou fine.
[motioning to Mr. Joshua]
Mendez: Where the hell did you become him? Psychos 'R The states?
McAllister: I don't recollect you lot're funny.
Mendez: I don't think this whole goddamn setup'south funny. You're using mercenaries, for chrissake, tell me I'm incorrect.
McAllister: No. Y'all're non incorrect.
Mendez: And you expect me to trust these fuckin' bozos?
McAllister: My people are loyal, Mr. Mendez. They are loyal to me.
Mendez: Ohhh, bullshit...
McAllister: Do you fume?
Mendez: What the hell does that got to do with annihilation, do I smoke...
McAllister: Practice you smoke?
Mendez: Yeah.
McAllister: Give me your lighter.
Mendez: My... my lighter?
McAllister: Your lighter!
Mendez: Yeah, okay right hither... hither, take it...
[thugs catch his arm, General McAllister grabs Mendez's hand, still belongings the lighter]
Mendez: Hey, man, what the fuck is incorrect with y'all guys? Aw, Jesus...
McAllister: Shut your mouth! Shut up! And don't move.
[flicks the lighter on]
McAllister: Mr. Joshua, your left arm, please...
[Mr. Joshua bares his arm, and allows the lighter to be held nether his forearm, which starts to burn down]
Mendez: Hey, y'all guys are fuckin' gone... you lot know what I'm sayin'?... Aw, Jesus Christ!
[looks disgusted, as Joshua'due south arm continues to be burnt]
Mendez: You guys are fuckin' crazy, human. Come on!
McAllister: [clicking the lighter off] Have Endo look at that, Mr. Joshua.
Mr. Joshua: Yes, sir.
[gives Mendez a expect, and walks off]
McAllister: [to Mendez] You wish to practise concern with united states of america, yep? Yous wish to brand a buy, yes?
Mendez: Yes, yes, Jesus Christ, yes... Ya know, you guys are out there like fuckin' Pluto, homo. Y'all're gone!
McAllister: The bulk of the heroin will be hither Friday dark, nosotros'll brand commitment at that time. Accept the money ready, and no tricks. If you effort anything... y'all'll have to talk to Mr. Joshua. Merry Christmas.
Martin Riggs: [holding his married woman's wedding photo, crying, after deciding not to impale himself] Encounter you later, babe.
[Joshua blasts his way into Murtaugh's house and finds it empty. In the living room, 1951's "Scrooge" is playing on the television receiver]
Ebeneezer Scrooge: Tell me, what solar day is it?
Mrs. Dilber: What twenty-four hour period?
Mr. Joshua: [shoots the television] Goddamn Christmas!
Martin Riggs: What did he mean when he said you lot owed him?
Roger Murtaugh: Nosotros served together in '65. Ia Drang Valley. Saved my life. Took a bayonet in the lungs.
Martin Riggs: That was nice of him.
Police Officeholder: [cops drive upwards after the drug dealer shoot-out] Whaddaya got, Riggs?
Martin Riggs: There'southward three down, and i loose in here, he'southward got black pilus and a red shirt...
Constabulary Officer: Okay, allow's become! I'k coverin' the left side...
[Riggs weaves around through Christmas trees, and the 3rd dealer jumps him]
Drug Dealer #3: Freeze! Freeze! Gimme the gun!
[to Riggs, belongings a gun to his head]
Drug Dealer #3: How's it feel, sucker?
Martin Riggs: Hey... shoot 'im!
Police Officer: Drop information technology, prick!
Martin Riggs: Hey, shoot him! Shoot him! Shoot him! Will somebody shoot this prick? Shoot 'im! Shoot 'im!
Drug Dealer #3: Shut the fuck up!
Policewoman: [drawing a bead on the dealer] Freeze!
Martin Riggs: Shoot him! Shoot him! Somebody shoot this prick? Shoot 'im! Shoot 'im!
Martin Riggs: [to drug dealer] Shoot me! Shoot me! Shoot me! Ohhh...
[in frustration, Riggs head-butts him, grabs the gun away from him, and holds information technology to the dealer's throat]
Martin Riggs: [after a child identifies the tattoo on Riggs' arm as being on the man who rigged Dixie's house to explode] Roger, that'due south a Special Forces tattoo.
Roger Murtaugh: No kidding.
Martin Riggs: Yeah.
Roger Murtaugh: Special forces tattoo, mercury switches, what the hell accept nosotros gotten into?
Martin Riggs: Aye. I wonder if there're whatsoever openings at the L.A. Fire Section.
Martin Riggs: You know yous're not the showtime guy to thinnk of this y'all know. A lot people take got problems especially during the empty-headed flavour similar now.
McCleary, Attempted Suicide Jumper: You know shit.
Martin Riggs: No, you lot're wrong, pal, you lot're wrong.
McCleary, Attempted Suicide Jumper: You don't know nothing. Don't touch me!
Martin Riggs: Take it easy.
McCleary, Attempted Suicide Jumper: Wait, I didn't don any affair incorrect.
Martin Riggs: I know that. It'southward not like your murdering anyone or annihilation.
McCleary, Attempted Suicide Jumper: That's correct.
Martin Riggs: That'southward correct.
McCleary, Attempted Suicide Jumper: The only one I injure was me. Me!
Martin Riggs: Same way I feel. I know you're hurting. I become it. OK now, come up on.
McCleary, Attempted Suicide Jumper: Don't come near me!
Martin Riggs: Come on. Give me a break, will ya guy. My boss is down there and he'south watching united states of america and I gotta go far look like I'g at least trying to salvage you. Come on. Im just gonna stand here and talk to you lot. That's all.
McCleary, Attempted Suicide Jumper: You won't try nothing.
Martin Riggs: No. I'm square with y'all. I won't try a thing. I won't try a matter.
McCleary, Attempted Suicide Jumper: Actually.
Martin Riggs: What, exercise you think I want to fall off? I hope, I'll only talk to you.
McCleary, Attempted Suicide Jumper: [easing] OK. Alright.
Martin Riggs: [showing him a cigarette] Here, do you desire a cigarette. Come on, lets smoke, OK.
McCleary, Attempted Suicide Jumper: Aye.
Martin Riggs: Become on, take information technology yeah. If nosotros take our time we will both die of cancer.
[lights his own cigarette]
Martin Riggs: Hither.
[shows him the lighter but tricks him and cuffs the two of them together]
McCleary, Attempted Suicide Jumper: Hey, what are you lot doing.
Martin Riggs: See this key? Bye-good day.
McCleary, Attempted Suicide Jumper: Y'all're crazy!
Martin Riggs: Now you tin bound if you desire to, but you'll be taking me with you and that makes you a muderer.
[When Joshua is panting on the lawn after the title-fight]
Roger Murtaugh: Get that shit off my lawn!
Martin Riggs: Do y'all really wanna spring? Practice yous wanna? Well then thats fine with me. Come up on, lets do it asshole. Let's do it. I wanna do information technology. I wanna practice information technology.
Roger Murtaugh: [to Joshua] Looking for your full general friend? He'south barbecuing his nuts on Hollywood Boulevard.
[Murtaugh is holding out a grenade, threatening to kill Mr. Joshua and his gang if they don't give him back his girl, Rianne]
Mr. Joshua: He's bluffing. He wouldn't kill his own daughter.
Roger Murtaugh: Sure thing, pal! If she dies, she's gonna die with me - MY way, not yours!
[Riggs is captured by General McAllister]
Martin Riggs: You're General Peter McAllister, Commander of Shadow Company.
General McAllister: I run across we've heard of each other.
Martin Riggs: Yep. Information technology'll almost exist a shame when I nail you. I ran into some of your Shadow Company pussies in Saigon in '69.
Full general McAllister: Did you?
[aiming his gun at Mcalister's oncoming car]
Roger Murtaugh: No way you alive. No way.
[Riggs and Murtaugh pull up outside Dixie's house to check out a theory]
Roger Murtaugh: Like I said, thin.
Martin Riggs: Probably nada.
[the house explodes, knocking them both to the ground. Murtaugh throws himself on Riggs]
Martin Riggs: What are you, a fag?
Roger Murtaugh: Your coat's on fire!
[Riggs throws it off, and so both of them look at the burning house]
Martin Riggs: Probably nothing!
Roger Murtaugh: Thin, very thin!
Mr. Joshua: [stealing a woman'south motorcar] Listen if I test drive your Audi?
Culprit: [punches Murtaugh in the mouth] The shipment, Mr. Murtaugh.
Roger Murtaugh: [blood and sweat dripping] Go spit.
Beat Cop: Had a jumper here last nighttime, Dixie was walking by, saw the whole thing.
Roger Murtaugh: Y'all got a argument from her, send her abode.
Dixie: Oh, thanks, I'm shell. Yous know how it is...
Roger Murtaugh: Yeah, yep, certain. All dressed up and no ane to blow.
Dixie: Y'all're hilarious. God, I don't believe this...
Martin Riggs: Requite this to your dad for me, information technology's a present, I don't demand it anymore.
Rianne Murtaugh: [sees the souvenir wrapped bullet with a bow on it] Information technology'due south a bullet.
Martin Riggs: Yep, he'll know what it's for.
[During the mano - a - mano fight, Mr. Joshua has pinned Riggs to the basis, overpowering him]
Roger Murtaugh: Martin! Let me take him for you, Riggs! Let me have him!
Martin Riggs: [lifting his caput up, growls hoarsely] *NO!*
Roger Murtaugh: *Please!*
Martin Riggs: [growls] NO!
[to Mr. Joshua]
Martin Riggs: *BACK OFF!*
[Riggs rolls his body over Joshua, free himself]
Martin Riggs: Maybe in that location'southward an opening in the L.A. Fire Department.
Roger Murtaugh: I was driving before you were a itch in your daddy's pants!
Martin Riggs: When I was 19 I did this guy in Laos from 1,000 yards out in high wind. Possibly ane, or, peradventure two people in the world could of fabricated that shot. It'due south the only thing I was ever whatever skilful at.
Roger Murtaugh: Hey, Riggs, yous really similar my married woman's cookin'?
Martin Riggs: [subsequently an particularly long interruption] Nope, I'll run across you tomorrow.
Alfred: [to Roger Murtaugh] Mama says policemen shoot black people. Is information technology true?
McAllister: There's no more heroes left in the world.
Mr. Joshua: Skillful afternoon Mr. Mendez.
Mendez: Yeah, how you doing?
Mr. Joshua: Did you pat him down Mr. Larch?
Mendez: Aw hey man, nosotros went through this act already...
Mr. Joshua: [Cutting off Mendez] Go through it once again!
Mendez: Who are you?
Mr. Joshua: That'south hardly important just if it matters you may call me Mr. Joshua.
[Turns and motions to follow him]
Mr. Joshua: Let's go.
Mendez: Oh, great, swell, Mr. Joshua, huh?
[Follows]
Roger Murtaugh: [after Hunsaker is shot] Heroin. You got off like shooting fish in a barrel, you son of a bitch.
Roger Murtaugh: [every bit Riggs attempts to subdue Joshua with a triangle choke] Pause his fuckin' neck!
Mr. Joshua: No i wish i could beleave you lot but unfortunately i don't.
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