Frank Martin Quotes in The Transporter (2002)

Frank Martin: Rule #1. Never change the deal.

Frank Martin: Transportation is a precise business.

Frank Martin: I'd like to do some sight-seeing.

Pilot: This plane isn't for tourists.

[Frank pulls out gun]

Frank Martin: I'm not a tourist.

Frank Martin: You don't need your mouth to pee.

Frank Martin: All right, that's enough juice for now.

Mr. Kwai: The delivery will be made. My daughter will get over it. If I'm lucky, she'll see the light.

Frank Martin: Yeah, and if she's lucky, maybe you'll get hit by a truck.

Frank Martin: That's your last pee break for this trip.

[Mr. Kwai is about to shoot Frank]

Frank Martin: I'd rather see it coming.

Mr. Kwai: Makes no difference to me.

Anna: I think you'll find that the more you venture, the more you will gain.

Frank Martin: Quoting Alexandre Dumas? Like, what? You're Count D'Artagnan and they're the Three Musketeers?

Frank Senior: You've read it.

Frank Martin: In fact, my favorite line is, I'm sure you're very nice, but you'd be nicer if you left me alone.

Frank Martin: It's like the Count said to his Musketeers, I don't cling to life sufficiently to fear death.

Frank Martin: [Following a fight] You're gonna make me late

Frank Martin: [Has a gun snapped at him] You think this is the first time I have had a gun pointed at me?

Arkady Karasov: I thought you John Wayne types let this stuff just slide off your backs

Frank Martin: That was the old days... now we hold grudges and get revenge

Frank Martin: What's the first rule when entering a man's car?

Jack Billings: [takes his feet off the seat] Respect a man's car, a man respects you.

Frank Martin: Rule number two?

Jack Billings: Greet the man. Good afternoon, Frank.

Frank Martin: Good afternoon, Jack.

Jack Billings: Can we play the game now?

Frank Martin: I would think your brain would be too tired after a whole day of school.

Jack Billings: You're just afraid I'm gonna win.

Frank Martin: I'm afraid you're gonna be too worn out to do your homework.

Jack Billings: It's Friday, I don't *have* any homework.

Frank Martin: In that case: the game.

Jack Billings: Yes!

Frank Martin: But first, what's the third rule of the car?

[Jack buckles his seatbelt]

Frank Martin: Good.

Frank Martin: A potato.

Jack Billings: [about getting a shot] It hurts a lot.

Frank Martin: Look at me. I promise I'll never let anyone hurt you a lot.

Jack Billings: Promise?

Frank Martin: You know my fourth rule? Never make a promise you can't keep.

[last lines]

The Phone's Man: [on phone] I'm looking for a transporter.

Frank Martin: I'm listening.

Car Jacking Girl: Stop... stop moving or I will shoot you.

Frank Martin: Don't you have homework to do?

[walks into her gun]

Frank Martin: Why don't you go and do it.

Car Jacking Girl: OK! I'm sorry!

[runs away]

Lola: [after the car chase] I think we lost them.

[helicopter appears]

Frank Martin: Think again.

Lola: [shoots down helicopter] Thought complete.

Frank Martin: I'm afraid that your flight's been canceled.

Gianni Chellini: I'm afraid that *you* have been canceled!

Frank Martin: Have a good life. What's left of it.

[about to fight carjackers]

Frank Martin: Hold on. Just came out of the dry cleaners.

[he removes his jacket and fights the carjackers]

Frank Martin: It was just a favor. I don't usually do this sort of a job.

Audrey Billings: I thought you were a professional driver?

Frank Martin: A different kind of driver.

Audrey Billings: You said if I needed anything...

Frank Martin: I can't.

Audrey Billings: Why, because of who I am?

Frank Martin: Because of who *I* am.

Gianni Chellini: But nice try, I'm impressed. Took more than a driver to figure this out.

Frank Martin: I haven't figured it all out yet.

Gianni Chellini: Perhaps I can help you! What part are you a little... how you say, "thick" on?

Frank Martin: You. Why?

Gianni Chellini: Oh, well, that's the easy part. It's a business deal, pure and simple. I'm for hire to he highest bidder. And in this case, the highest bidders were the Colombian cocaine cartels that wanted these pesky lawmen off their backs.

Jefferson Billings: Hello?

Frank Martin: It's me.

Jefferson Billings: You son of a bitch!

Frank Martin: Look, I had nothing to do with this!

Car Jacking Girl: [knocks on Frank's car door] I'm sorry, can you help me? My tire.

Frank Martin: Sorry, I have an appointment, I don't like to be late.

Car Jacking Girl: Well, would you rather be late or *dead*?

[points a gun at Frank]

Frank Martin: You don't want to do this.

Car Jacking Girl: Step out of the car!

[Frank steps out, the car jackers run over]

Car Jacker: Whoo! Let's go, girls! Yeah!

Frank Martin: Take it easy, the car's brand new.

Car Jacker: [enters car] No problem, buddy, I got this. Baby, let's ride. Time to go!

Frank Martin: Your parents know the company you keep?

Car Jacking Girl: Shut up!

Car Jacker: [unable to start the engine] This shit ain't working, man!

Frank Martin: It's coded.

Car Jacker: What's the code?

Frank Martin: Can't tell you that.

Car Jacker: Then we'll have to beat it out of you. Get out of the car!

Frank Martin: You really think killing all these politicians is gonna make things easier for them?

Gianni Chellini: That's not my problem. I was hired to do a job. I did the job, like you. Just... my pay is better. My hair and my suit, too.

Girl on Jetski: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Frank Martin: I'm trying to catch a bus!

Gianni Chellini: Not quite what you expected when you showed up for work this morning, is it, Frank?

Frank Martin: [rolls his eyes] Is that what passes for wit in this circle?

Gianni Chellini: [laughs] In this circle, my friend, "wit" is not a requirement of the job. Brutality, yes. An ability to inflict pain, absolutely. A certain psychotic moral ignorance, blind obedience, all required. But not wit.

Dr. Sonovitch: [after Frank kills Dimitri] Ah, good! Our problem is solved! One for each of us.

Frank Martin: It's not for us.

Dr. Sonovitch: Ah, one for you, one for the child. Your devotion is touching.

Frank Martin: My patience is about to run out.

Tarconi: Let me guess: you need my help again.

Frank Martin: You still near the computer?

Tarconi: It's practically my pillow. Where do you want to start?

Frank Martin: I don't know. I have nothing.

Tarconi: Ah! My favorite kind of investigation.

Frank Martin: Didn't your mother ever teach you to say "thank you"?

Lola: Yeah. She tried and failed miserably.

Frank Martin: You don't want to do this.

Mighty Joe: I don't think you're in a position to tell me what to do or don't what to do. You have ten seconds to change your mind.

Frank Martin: I'll give you five seconds to remove your hand.

Johnson: You've disappointed me.

Frank Martin: You won't be the first, and you won't be the last. I told you I wanted to do this in person.

Johnson: That won't be necessary. You see, since we had our little chat at the beginning of the mission, I've been thinking I don't need the best man for this mundane assignment. Any idiot with a drivers' license will do, so, in the words of the great American Donald Trump, I'm sorry, but you're fired.

Frank Martin: Do I look like a man who came half-way across Europe to die on a bridge?

Inspector Tarconi: It's a good thing that we French have such a highly developed sense of humor.

Frank Martin: With all due respect, the French think that Jerry Lewis is a genius.

Inspector Tarconi: Jerry Lewis is a genius.

Frank Martin: Dean was the genius.

Inspector Tarconi: No. Dean just stood there with a drink and a cigarette.

Frank Martin: My point exactly. Anyone can fall down and get a laugh. But how many people can do it standing still with a drink and a cigarette?

Valentina: The sea is so restful. Is lunch ready yet.

Inspector Tarconi: Mademoiselle, there is a certain progression to things. In order to eat the lunch, you first have to catch a lunch.

Frank Martin: And if we keep talking instead of concentrating, we're gonna catch nothing.

Valentina: I have better idea. Why don't we skip catching of lunch and go right to eating of lunch? I know wonderful place just up coast from here, where they make fish stew. Incredible. They use tomatoes and onions, a little amount of lavender.

Frank Martin: What kind of wine?

Valentina: Pink, from south.

Inspector Tarconi: A Chateau Neuf, perhaps.

Frank Martin: Chilled.

Valentina: Of course chilled.

Frank Martin: And for dessert?

Valentina: Am I not sexy?

Frank Martin: [uninterested] ... yeah, you're sexy.

Valentina: [elatedly] You're the gay!

Frank Martin: Nope! I am not "the gay."

Frank Martin: Let me guess. You're the smart one.

The Giant: No. I am the big one.

Inspector Tarconi: I'm afraid our day of leisure is cut short. There is a big mess in Marseilles - some madman driving an Audi at impossible speeds.

Frank Martin: Don't look at me.

Inspector Tarconi: That is the first place the chief told me to look. But I will tell him you have the perfect alibi. As usual.

Johnson: I'd like to offer you a position.

Frank Martin: I'd like to offer you one. Permanently disabled.

Angelica: Quinny, look what I got,

Quinn Harris: What's that, baby?

Angelica: It's a bathing suit, silly.

Frank Martin: I thought it was an eye patch.

Angelica: Do you want to stay here tonight?

Frank Martin: [looks at bed] Stay?

Angelica: Yeah, with me? I mean you probably think I'm being slutty or something, but you're feeling bad and I'm feeling bad, and I'd really like for you to stay.

Frank Martin: I... I... I just don't

[she takes off her skirt]

Frank Martin: Yeah!

Frank Martin: Well done Ocean. Well done sky.

Robin: Well done Mai Tais.

Frank Martin: [Beautiful busty woman walks by] Well done Silicone.

[Waking up in Angelica's bed]

Frank Martin: Oh no. What did I do? And how many times did I do it?

Frank Martin: I want this to be the most unforgettable vacation of our lives.

Frank Martin: [Despairing because Robin is missing] God I loved her... *love*... her.

Angelica: Not to insult you, but I don't think guys know what love is.

Frank Martin: I do!

Angelica: Yeah? Guys are always telling me that they love me.

Frank Martin: Well, I'm sure at least some of them mean it.

Angelica: [Chuckles scoffingly] No they don't.

Willard: You killed Socrates.

Frank Martin: I killed who?

Willard: How do you think Socrates felt when you stuck him? Answer me!

Frank Martin: Who the fuck is Socrates?

Willard: He was the only friend I ever had!

Frank Martin: What part of "You're fired" don't you understand?

Willard: They'll do anything I tell them.

Frank Martin: Then tell them to get the fuck out of my office!