Jenkins Quotes in Hitman (2007)

Jenkins: No! No! Don't touch that!

[Russian forensic operative presses key on laptop, screen says "hard drive permanently deleted."]

Jenkins: Where do you get your fucking license...?

Jenkins: You don't have jurisdiction here!

Smith Jamison: We aren't here, which means when we open up on you and shred your bodies with automatic fire then this will never have happened.

Sam Fuller: I've got to take her to the bathroom.

Gracie Hart: I need a tampon!

Sam Fuller: You heard her, we've got an agent down. We NEED TAMPONS!

Jenkins: I'm not getting them.

Hills: I don't even get them for my wife.

Joel: I guess this is a job for a real man. Any particular brand?

Jenkins: What's happening?

Pops: I don't know. I think something busted.

Jenkins: Maybe we did break through to China.

Jenkins: [as Billy tastes his first shipboard meal] Like it Billy? Taste good?

Billy Budd: It's hot and there's a lot of it. I like everything about it except the flavor.

Casey Brown: [stands in front of the mirror after she has showered. She wipes the fog off the glass. The bathroom door behind her opens and Jenkins and Bundage walk in] Don't nobody knock around this place?

[both men stare at Casey]

Casey Brown: Who's this joker?

Harry Bundage: [walks up to Casey, roughly looks at her scars on her forehead and shoulderblade]

Jenkins: The markings are just the way you described them!

Harry Bundage: Yes!

[turns back to Casey]

Harry Bundage: Where did you get those scars?

Casey Brown: [sarcastically] Rudolph Valentino beat me 'cuz I wouldn't marry 'em!

Harry Bundage: [slaps Casey across the face] That's the last time you sass me! Now! Where did those scars come from?

Casey Brown: I don't remember.

[Harry raises his hand to slap Casey again, Casey flinches]

Harry Bundage: Just keep on, not remembering!

[throws a box on the table next to the sink]

Harry Bundage: Put those on!

[turns to Jenkins]

Harry Bundage: Excellent work, Mr. Jenkins! I'm very pleased!

Jenkins: Good, good! Will there be anything else, Mr. Bundage?

Harry Bundage: No, no.

Casey Brown: [has opened the box and holds up the garment] A dress?

Harry Bundage: Put it on.

[Walter flirts successfully with a Mongolian woman]

Jenkins: Well, looks like you made a hit, Walter my boy. Tell me, how do you do it?

Walter Landers: My training as a meterorologist. I can take one look at a girl and tell weather.

Paul Sabatello: I don't get it. What I don't get, I don't like.

Jenkins: Looks like you ain't been getting much lately.

Babbette: Montclair! Montclair! They have killed Montclair!

Jenkins: There, there, Babbette, we will get you another toilet.

Jenkins: We have been together for quite some time, now; I see no reason to discontinue the association?

Jackson: I got the idea: Pie four ways is better than no pie at all.

Jenkins: Then we are in agreement?

Henri: Totally, completely, in every which way.

Babbette: Yes, yes, because pie is my most favorite dessert.

O'Brien: Damn it, man, what are you so hot and bothered about? Afraid she'll open her jacket and flash her titties at you? You couldn't handle that, could you?

Jenkins: I've seen enough titties in my time.

Moses: I haven't.

Fourth Chauffeur: Been a hundred years since I seen a good titty.

Moses: No such thing as a bad titty.

Jenkins: Goddamn it. There now. That's my point. The little bimbo hasn't been here an hour and all you hormone graveyards can talk about is nipples.

Moses: Didn't mention nipples.

Fourth Chauffeur: We was speaking of the titty as a whole.

Jenkins: A woman is a horrible goddamned thing to have around.

Jenkins: You sure it wasn't a snow white kangaroo and her majesty just climbed on its back and hopped off to court?

Jenkins: Are we going to hang him or beat him to death?

Jenkins: Sure got a hankerin' for some buffalo meat.

Trooper Cliff: Me too. Ain't never had none.

Trooper: Beans is safer. Mark my words, they'll be Injuns around that herd thick as flies.