Bronson Quotes in Payback (1999)

[Porter shoots a hole in Fairfax's suitcase]

Fairfax: Hey. What the hell are you doing, man? This is...

Bronson: [on speakerphone] Fairfax? Fairfax.

Fairfax: No, no, it's all right, he's just killing my alligator bags and shooting holes in my suits. Man, that's just MEAN. That's MEAN, man.

[Porter has just threatened to kill Carter while talking to Bronson on the phone]

Bronson: Are you threatening me?

Porter: I'm not threatening you, I'm threatening Carter.

Bronson: I'll get you your money, but you're never gonna' live to enjoy it.

Porter: You let me worry about that. Here's the deal: I want you to deliver the money yourself.

Bronson: You're one hell of an optimist. What in the world makes you think I'm gonna' deliver the money myself?

Porter: Well if you don't you'll never see little Johnny again... Didn't come home from the fight last night, did he? He's a good lookin' kid, but I think you indulge him too much. I told him so.

Bronson: Bullshit. You haven't got him. You wouldn't be that stupid.

Porter: My Dad never bought me a Ferrari. I had to steal my first one. Nice inscription on the keychain. A little sappy. Want me to read it?

Bronson: You're dead Porter. Nobody fucks with my family. You hear me? You're a dead man.

Porter: That's Johnny, Mr Bronson, unless you turn up with the money... Is that a yes?... What's a matter? Cat got your crotch? Hmmm? Some decisions are hard, Mr. Bronson.

Bronson: Where?

Porter: I'll let you know. I'll be in touch.

Bronson: Tell me where John is and I'll finish you quick. I promise you won't have to find out what your left ball tastes like.

Bronson: [answering phone] What the hell's going on?

Porter: You were right not to trust me.

[Bomb, planted earlier by Bronson's Outfit, is triggered by answering the phone and explodes]

Wife In Car: Hurry up, let's make the light. You know how much I hate this neighborhood.

[Bronson approaches]

Wife In Car: Honey, here comes one.

[Bronson pushes down on the hood]

Wife In Car: Oh! Look! Look what he's doing to the car!

Husband In Car: Don't worry about it. Everyone's got to make a living you know.

Wife In Car: Honey!

Husband In Car: Don't do that. I'm only gonna...

[to Bronson]

Husband In Car: Hey, how're you doing there? Vet, huh?

Wife In Car: He's touching the car.

Husband In Car: Look, I'll handle it, it's okay, alright?

Wife In Car: Look what he's doing to the car! He's touching the car!

Husband In Car: Let me handle it, okay?

[to Bronson]

Husband In Car: How're you doing? Y'know, I'm a G-3 at Fort Swansworth on weekends? The Reserves? Y'know they let me shoot one of those M-12 machine guns, y'know those ones you guys had in 'Nam? Pretty fun. Can y - can you get this spot right...?

Wife In Car: Get him away from the car!

Husband In Car: [Pointing] Just this spot...

[Bronson grabs him, pulls him out of the window]

Bronson: [Curses incomprehensibly] Let's go!

[He slams Husband In Car's face into the car windshield. Wife In Car screams. Bums flee in terror]

Bronson: Weekend warrior.