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Revolver (film)
Revolver is a 2005 movie, written and directed by Guy Ritchie.
The film stars Jason Statham as Jake Green, Ray Liotta as Dorothy Macha, and André Benjamin (a.k.a. "André 3000") as Avi. It centers on a revenge-seeking confidence trickster whose weapon is a universal formula that guarantees victory to its user, when applied to any game or confidence trick. This is the third feature film by Ritchie which is centered on crime and professional criminals. It was released in UK theaters on September 22, 2005, but performed poorly at the box office.
Now I've got to spend the next two minutes, shaking... and sweating... like a crack whore clucking for a fix... Should have taken the stairs... cause it's getting very... very tight in here.
[shoots George in the foot]
Jake Green: There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists, until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning. The only reason you suffer the shitty boss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. Fear or revere me, but please, think I'm special. We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The hip-hip-hoo-fuckin' rah. Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on you crazy diamond, because we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.
Zach: Did you get anything from the old lady?
Jake Green: No.
Zach: Did you get anything from Horwitz?
Jake Green: No.
Zach: Why not?
Jake Green: Because he didn't have it.
Zach: Listen, pal. Either he pays or you pay.
Jake Green: I pay anyway.
Zach: Don't be a smartass.
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Jake Green: I am rich. Seriously fucking rich.
Jake Green: Now I'm richer. A lot fucking richer.
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Macha: What? He missed? Sorter never fucking misses.
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Macha: What is this? Where were security?
French Paul: They gased them. We found them tied up.
French Paul: 12-tone permanent Eagle Safe, Mister D. It was impossible to break into.
Macha: Well, it wasn't fucking impossible to move, now, was it, Paul?
Macha: What did anyone take it for? We don't even use that safe, do we, Paul?
Macha: Paul?
French Paul: Not usually, no.
French Paul: Sam Gold's powder was in that. Came in yesterday.
Macha: No, Paul. You're wrong.
Macha: Try again.
Macha: You stupid motherfucker.
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Macha: Why don't you just fucking rape me, Paul?
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Macha: [to French Paul] Look at me! Does it look like I'm afraid of consequences? Fuck him!
Lord John: [in subtitles, to Fat Dan] Fuck him!
Macha: Fuck the consequences!
Lord John: Fuck the consequences!
Macha: Fuck them all!
Lord John: Fuck them all!
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Sorter: Ch-check she's dead
[calmly said to colleague after shooting an assassin in the neck, and then walking off to take care of the driver]
The film stars Jason Statham as Jake Green, Ray Liotta as Dorothy Macha, and André Benjamin (a.k.a. "André 3000") as Avi. It centers on a revenge-seeking confidence trickster whose weapon is a universal formula that guarantees victory to its user, when applied to any game or confidence trick. This is the third feature film by Ritchie which is centered on crime and professional criminals. It was released in UK theaters on September 22, 2005, but performed poorly at the box office.
Jake Green
There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists, until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning. The only reason you suffer the shitty boss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. Fear or revere me, but please, think I'm special. We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The hip-hip-hoo-fuckin' rah. Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on you crazy diamond, because we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.Macha
So how exactly did this one manage to disarm and overpower a four-time national bodybuilding champion? Drag him half a block, throw him over six-foot wall, and then fed him to his own gun?Jake Green
One thing I've learned in the last seven years: in every game and con there's always an opponent, and there's always a victim. The trick is to know when you're the latter, so you can become the former.Jake Green
Mr. Green in the elevator, after being convinced by his friends not to take the stairs:Now I've got to spend the next two minutes, shaking... and sweating... like a crack whore clucking for a fix... Should have taken the stairs... cause it's getting very... very tight in here.
Jake Green
Oh, I know you're still there... cause I can feel you dying. I can hear you tapping me... for a little nutrition. Now who's looking for a fix? It gets a little tight in here, do you? Well, you're not wrong... cause the walls are moving in. No food here. Not today, sunshine. My eyes are open and the restaurant's closed. Jog on. Slide off. Find someone else to fill your pipe. Someone, who won't see you coming... or know, when you're there.Jake Green
Very funny, George. This one will make you laugh.[shoots George in the foot]
Jake Green: There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists, until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning. The only reason you suffer the shitty boss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. Fear or revere me, but please, think I'm special. We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The hip-hip-hoo-fuckin' rah. Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on you crazy diamond, because we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.
Zach: Did you get anything from the old lady?
Jake Green: No.
Zach: Did you get anything from Horwitz?
Jake Green: No.
Zach: Why not?
Jake Green: Because he didn't have it.
Zach: Listen, pal. Either he pays or you pay.
Jake Green: I pay anyway.
Zach: Don't be a smartass.
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Jake Green: I am rich. Seriously fucking rich.
Jake Green: Now I'm richer. A lot fucking richer.
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Macha: What? He missed? Sorter never fucking misses.
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Macha: What is this? Where were security?
French Paul: They gased them. We found them tied up.
French Paul: 12-tone permanent Eagle Safe, Mister D. It was impossible to break into.
Macha: Well, it wasn't fucking impossible to move, now, was it, Paul?
Macha: What did anyone take it for? We don't even use that safe, do we, Paul?
Macha: Paul?
French Paul: Not usually, no.
French Paul: Sam Gold's powder was in that. Came in yesterday.
Macha: No, Paul. You're wrong.
Macha: Try again.
Macha: You stupid motherfucker.
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Macha: Why don't you just fucking rape me, Paul?
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Macha: [to French Paul] Look at me! Does it look like I'm afraid of consequences? Fuck him!
Lord John: [in subtitles, to Fat Dan] Fuck him!
Macha: Fuck the consequences!
Lord John: Fuck the consequences!
Macha: Fuck them all!
Lord John: Fuck them all!
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Sorter: Ch-check she's dead
[calmly said to colleague after shooting an assassin in the neck, and then walking off to take care of the driver]