The Specialist (1994) - Quotes

Taglines: The government taught him to kill. Now he's using his skills to help a woman seek revenge against the Miami underworld.

Taglines: Killing is his profession. Revenge is her goal. Together they take on the battle against the underworld of Miami.

Joe Leon: [looks up; folds newspaper and opens packet to see a locket. He sees a picture of a young May Munro and her parents, as countdown clock sounds. Shocked, he looks up again; bomb blows up] Thank you. You're a kind God. Thank you. You bastarda-

Ray Quick: How you feeling?

May: [they drive off] Better.

Ray Quick: Who is this?

Woman: She's okay. She wants to meet you.

Ray: No, I don't think so. Put Trent on the line.

Woman: What did you say?

Ray: [woman puts down her headset and Ray's voice booms inside the police surveillance room; as Trent nudges an officer to run a trace] Trent. He's standing next to you. I want to talk to him. Put him on the line! Ned, can you hear me? Talk to me. Talk to me, Ned. Your playmates know what kind of man you are? Why the Agency fired you? That killing people was like jerking off for you? Watching those bloody bodies going though the air gets you off. Talk to me. When you crawl into your hole at night alone... and you are alone, aren't you? Tell me what burns you the most. Losing your job as a CIA attack dog... or knowing that I turned you in and I'm still alive? Talk to me! You'll sell your service to the highest bidder! You stinking maggot!

Ned Trent: Fuck you, Ray! FUCK YOU!!! You killed! Your bombs! How many? 10, 50, 100, before you lost count? It was your bombs on the bridge in Bogota! Your bomb in the cabana! But you're getting sloppy, Ray. You broke your famous code, didn't you? You killed an innocent bystander, Ray and it's just is eating you up inside, isn't it? You were always too fucking sensitive, but guess what? I'm coming Ray. I'm coming to take all the pain away. I'm gonna fucking cut it right out of you, and I'm gonna close your heart in my hand. I'm right behind you and I know you. I know you!

Ray: You've got no mercy. You got no fucking loyalty. And you got no code.

Ned: Listen to me, you son of a bitch-

Ray: [looks at watch; hangs up] All right Time's up, 58 seconds.

Ned: [tries recorder; pries out and throws down tape reel; everybody in the room looks at him; to tech] Ray? Ray! Goddamn it! Son of a bitch! I'll fucking kill you! I'll vaporize your ass! What're you looking at? Turn around! Nobody... says a word. Tell me that you got a trace. Just tell me.

Tomas Leon: [to May; picks up cup for a drink] Just a second.

May Munro/Adrian Hastings: [Tomas looks at her for a second before the bomb blows up in his face] May Munro.

Ned Trent: [smells; starts assembling a bomb; activates console; puts plunger detonator to bomb package offers bomb to officer] This is, uh... Shouldn't this be in the lock-up? I mean, I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong. You guys are the experts. Maybe you don't need me. I mean, like what is this? This is... This is Semtex. Am I right? Plastique, correct? Plastic explosive. Am I right? You're the expert. This could blow up this whole area, and if this area goes... the whole building could go up. Am I right? I don't know. Maybe if I put this in here... What else do we have here? This is a plunger detonator, right? And that's a little mini-receiver. This looks like American circuitry to me. Call me a patriot, but American craftsmanship is the greatest. Watch. Here we go. Let's see. Perfect fit, first time, every time. Screw it on. One little twist. And, voila. A perfect receiver bomb. Which of course is absolutely worthless without a ... transmitter, but hey Twenty seconds, and we're hot. Okay, now deactivate it, you sanctimonious prick!

Officer: Cut that shit Trent!

Ned: Oh yeah? Huh?

Officer: Okay, you made your point, all right?

Ned: Have I? Huh?

Officer: That's enough!

Ned: [tosses bomb at officer] What do you mean that's enough? You think I give a sh*t if this whole fucking block goes up?! I don't! You've had enough. Is that what you're saying?

Officer: Yes, that's what I'm saying. Enough is enough! I can't do it.

Ned: [reads clock] Twelve.

Officer: [gives detonator back to Trent, but the clock still ticks down] What the hell, are you crazy or something?

Ned: I'm the craziest person you'll ever meet in your life. Six. Five. Four. Three.

Officer: Please!

Ned: [turns off bomb] Now, here's a tip you take care of the shit work. And leave the fox at the party to me. Okay? We on the same page? Ace?

Tomas Leon: [Ray looks around] Hey, you! Yeah, I'm talking to you. You think you know me? I asked you a question. You think you know me? Cause the way you're looking at me, we must be old friends. Where did we meet?

Ray Quick: Nowhere.

Tomas: [grabs Ray; Ray starts to walks away but Tomas grabs him] Nowhere. You like the bitch? Huh? Maybe you like me.

Ray: No, I don't like you.

Tomas: [pulls out switchblade] Then don't stare so hard. Somebody could... put something in your eye.

Ned Trent: [blocks off old couple trying to get on elevator with him and his goons; notices the old man's brightly colored shirt] Where are you going? Hey, use the stairs, this one's full. Get outta here! Get a new shirt.