Singh Quotes in Taken (2008)

[first lines]

Singh: Mr. Mills, how are you?

Bryan: I'm fine. How are you?

Singh: Very fine. I suppose you want to see it again?

Bryan: If you don't mind.

Singh: You know where it is.

Bryan: Oh yeah.

Singh: Just so we're clear, you stole a car, shot a bouncer, and had sex with two women?

Tiny: And whack! It hits her in the eye. And her contact? It's, like, stuck on the end of my dick!

[Tiny waits for a reaction, but his friends are unimpressed. Only Marcus, in the front passenger seat, turns his head, alertly, like a lion smelling prey]

Tiny: Yo, her contact was stuck on the end of my dick, yo!

Marcus: Was it hard or was it soft?

Tiny: What, my dick?

Singh: The contact lens!

Marcus: Do you remember if it was a colored lens? That she used to have two blue eyes, and now she had one blue and one brown?

Tiny: [Still elated from telling his story] Hey, what the fuck does that matter?

Marcus: [Marcus turns to look at Tiny over the headrest of the front passenger seat, and stares him straight in the eye] It matters because it happened to ME. That was my story. I told that story a year ago, man!

Tiny: Aw, no.

Marcus: The difference is that I knew those small but important details. That and, and my story was true.

Tiny: Oh.

[Embarrassed, he looks out the window, away from Marcus]

Tiny: Whatever.

Marcus: Whatever?

Tiny: Whatever!

Marcus: What do you mean, whatever?

Tiny: Why don't you pull your stinky-dinky out of my ass? I'm just trying to make conversation. Fuck! Come on, why don't you give a nigger a break?

Marcus: [Marcus turns around in the car seat again] "Nigger"? What nigger?

[touches his own chest]

Marcus: THIS nigger?

Tiny: Yo, I told you, my mother's mother's mother were black!

Marcus: Your mother's mother's mother, fuck - this ain't "Roots", mutha... Man, I wanna see a picture of this Nubian princess.

[angry cross-talk]

Marcus: If you were any less black, you would be clear.

Tiny: That bitch was black as night!

Singh: Okay! Stop! Truce!

Tiny: But I see black. Because I know I am. Color's a state of mind, Marcus!

Marcus: You know what, you right. Thank you, Rhythm Nation.

[And the laughter and insults continue... ]

Akmed, Singh: [singing] You've got to lick it, before you kick it! You've got to make it soft and wet before you stick it!

Hold up Man: Listen, ya Pakistani pieces of shit! Give me all the money in the drawer!

Akmed: [offended] We are not Pakistanis! We are Punjabis!

Singh: I could pass for Pakistani.

Lawrence Talbot: [Seeing the silver bullets] Singh, I didn't know you hunted monsters.

Singh: [Ominously] Sometimes monsters hunt you.

Lawrence Talbot: Do you believe in curses?

Singh: This house has seen it's fair share of tragedy. Your mother. Your brother. Yes, I believe in curses.