Deirdre Quotes in Ronin (1998)

Deirdre: You're scared!

Sam: Of course I'm scared! You think I'm reluctant because I'm happy?

Deirdre: [Sam retrieves his gun from behind some crates] What exactly were you doin' back here?

Sam: Lady, I never walk into a place I don't know how to walk out of.

Deirdre: Then why are you gettin' into that van?

Sam: You know the reason.

Sam: What's in the case?

Deirdre: That isn't necessary.

Sam: Is it heavy, is it explosive, is it chained to some unlucky bloke's wrist? Are we gonna have to chop it off?

Deirdre: All right. But I am not under any obligation to let you know...

Sam: If not, the price has gotta go up. I'll get you the case, but the price has gotta go up. If it's gonna be a amateur night, I want a hundred thousand dollars. I want it upfront. I want it in a bank account. I want another $100,000 when you get the case.

Deirdre: [after a phone conversation with someone] You'll get your money when we get the case.

Sam: The others too.

Deirdre: That is what I understood. We've gotten the word.

John: This is a list of things that I want, and have wanted, for a long time. Straight from the heart - no fucking around: to be with you; to live with you; and to eventually, you know, to marry you; to have your child... or...

Deirdre: ...for me to have yours...

John: ...yes, all my children - however many - three, four...

Deirdre: Go on.

John: ...to grow old with you; to know - and that's the main thing - to know, all right? that you feel the same. That's it.

Deirdre: I've got a guy who's well-off, who's attractive...

Maura: Who's *married.*

Deirdre: Well, you can't have it all.

John: Those are the actions, and I have no qualms about saying it, of a whore

Deirdre: Get Out! Get Out!

Deirdre: Might's not definite, is it?

John: No.

Deirdre: It's a vague enough term at best.

Danny: Are you around later.

Deirdre: Ask my manager.

Danny: Fuck your manager.

Deirdre: Aye, maybe I will.

Danny: Tell me what a sin is.

Deirdre: It's a habit Catholics indulge in.

Deirdre: What about Protestants?

Deirdre: They don't know what sinning is.

Jimmy: Do you want to like get some ice cream or something?

Deirdre: How old are you, 13?

Deirdre: Somebody's casing the joint.

Jimmy: Nah, it's probably one of those Autodialers. Lowest form of organic life, a Telemarketer.

Jimmy: I could have been a highway statistic yesterday, and you're giving me shit.

Deirdre: You drive too fast, and you're always on the stupid phone.

Jimmy: Oh damn, you look good.

Deirdre: Jimmy, don't. I'm showing a four bedroom.

Jimmy: All I said is you look good.

Deirdre: Yeah well you say that.

Jimmy: I was thinking, that split second before I almost became road meat...

Deirdre: Fuck you, don't even joke.

Jimmy: ...How I would miss the smell of your hair. The soft curve of your neck. How I might check out without touching my angel one last time.

Deirdre: You thought all that in one second?

Jimmy: Yeah.

[begins kissing her neck]

Deirdre: It's amazing, this guy still thinks he's getting laid.