- David O'Donnell: Detective, my client's requested counsel. If you separate us during transport, you'll be creating a contestable issue that I assure you I will win on appeal in the slim chance a conviction actually comes to pass.
- Gaitano 'Guy' Russo: None of that is remotely accurate.
- David O'Donnell: We can agree to disagree.
- Jack Reacher: Rutgers.
- Jack Reacher: Want to tell us what this is about, besides your bruised face?
- David O'Donnell: I think it's more about his bruised ego.
- Gaitano 'Guy' Russo: For the record, that was a sucker punch, okay?
- Jack Reacher: Technically, the airbag sucker punched you. I beat you up.
- Gaitano 'Guy' Russo: Fair fight, I'll turn your lights out. And when this is all over, we're gonna go again, and I'm gonna beat your ass to the ground.
- David O'Donnell: Well why don't you just take off the cuffs, rescind the arrest, and you guys can settle it right here?
- Gaitano 'Guy' Russo: What kind of lawyer are you?
- Jack Reacher: The best the 91st ranked law school in the country can produce.
- Jack Reacher: Who sent you?
- [Digs out guy's wallet]
- Jack Reacher: Brian Collins. Who do you work for? New Age? Do you work at New Age?
- [Notices guy is groaning and clutching chest]
- Jack Reacher: Are you having a heart attack?
- [Collins dies]
- Jack Reacher: You gotta be kidding me.
- David O'Donnell: I mean you should have seen it. Through a half-inch chain link fence, across the yard, under the porch rail, dead center into the bolt lock. Biloxi police chief said it was the most incredible shot he'd ever seen.
- Jack Reacher: I agree. It's like Mr. Magoo finally finding the staircase.
- David O'Donnell: Eat shit.
- Gaitano 'Guy' Russo: I'm serious. No more fucking cowboy shit!
- [Walks out]
- David O'Donnell: So... What're we gonna do now, boss?
- Jack Reacher: Saddle up. We're about to do a whole lotta cowboy shit.
- Shane Langston: What's so funny?
- Calvin Franz: I'm just thinking about what the big guy's gonna do to you.
- Shane Langston: Big guy? What the hell was he talking about?
- Karla Dixon: [after shooting a bad guy in the chest multiple times, and he wouldn't go down] Fucking bulletproof vests.