Sloan Quotes in Wanted (2008)

Wesley: Six weeks ago I was ordinary and pathetic. Just like you. Who am I now? An account manager, an assassin, just another tool that was mind fucked into killing his father. I'm all of these, and I'm none of these. Who am I now? This is not me fulfilling my destiny. This is not me falling in my fathers footsteps. This is definitely not me saving the world.

Sloan: Still trying to figure out how you are?

Wesley: This is not me. This is just a motherfucking decoy.

Sloan: Oh fuck.

Wesley: This is me taking control from Sloane, from the fraternity, from Janice from billing reports, from ergonomic keyboards, from cheating girlfriends and sack a shit best friends. This is me taking back control of my life. What the fuck have you done lately?

Sloan: Insanity is wasting your life as a nothing when you have the blood of a killer flowing in your veins. Insanity is being shit on, beat down, coasting through life in a miserable existence when you have a caged lion locked inside and a key to release it.

Sloan: It a choice, Wesley, that each of us must face: to remain ordinary, pathetic, beat-down, coasting through a miserable existence, like sheep herded by fate - or you can take control of your own destiny and join us, releasing the caged wolf you have inside. Our purpose is to maintain stability in an unstable world - kill one, save a thousand. Within the fabric of this world, every life hangs by a thread. We are that thread - a fraternity of assassins with the weapons of fate. This is the decision that lies before you now: the sheep, or the wolf. The choice is yours.

Fox: I want you to curve the bullet.

Wesley: How am I supposed to do that?

Sloan: [walking in] It's not a question of how. It's a question of what. If no one told you that bullets flew straight, and I gave you a gun and told you to hit the target, what would you do? Let your instincts guide you.

Sloan: Welcome... to the Fraternity. This gun you're holding belonged to your father; he could conduct a symphony orchestra with it.

Sloan: Otherwise, shoot *this* motherfucker and let us take our Fraternity of assassins to heights reserved only for the gods of men! You choose.

Sloan: [handing Wesley a gun] Shoot the wings off the flies.

Wesley: [nervous] I don't... I don't know what that means.

Sloan: [slowly] Shoot the wings off the flies.

Wesley: I really think you have me mixed up with somebody else.

Gunsmith: [holding a gun to the back of Wesley's head] On three, either you shoot or I do.

Sloan: [seeing enemy soldiers all dead] Y, y, you need any help, partner?

Sloan: You *will* regret this!

Eliza: I don't care! What you're doing is awful!

Sloan: And what you're doing is stupid! Shame you won't be here to help me carry out the ivory.

Bree: I told Sloan he shouldn't cut that rope ladder.

Eliza: It was you!

Sloan: Yes. Thank you so much for returning my knife to me.

Sloan: Oh, I'm afraid you'll have to miss the solar eclipse, you can catch it on the poaching channel.

Eliza: YOU BUILD THE FENCE!

Sloan: Of course. Now here's a question, for your famous father. How many volts of electricity, does it take to kill a thousand elephants, hmm?

Eliza: [Sloan holds Debbie captive, after discovering she's related with Eliza] LET HER GO!

Sloan: Certainly, if you tell me who is your source of information.

Eliza: I told you, there's no one, I... I just guessed all of that stuff, the fence, and the explosives and...

Sloan: I NEVER MENTIONED EXPLOSIVES, YOU'RE LYING!

Debbie: [choking] What's he talking about?

Sloan: [hold Debbie near a cliff] TELL ME, OR SHE GOES OVER THE EDGE!

Bree: JUST GET RID OF HER, SLOAN!

Eliza: PLEASE! SHE DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING, ABOUT THIS!

Sloan: WHO TOLD YOU THESE THING?

Eliza: I CAN'T TELL YOU!

Debbie: [choked] ELIZA!

Eliza: STOP! WAIT, I'LL TELL YOU! I know these things, because... I can talk to animals.

[first lines]

Sloan: We're almost there, guys, I think. Just talked to the venue. They say, it's totally sold out. Almost.

Chuck: Any more Hot Pockets left?

Sloan: [placing Lucy's hand against his heart] I suddenly had the odd idea that your touch could heal me.

Lucy: Is it the veins in my hands?

Sloan: Seems to me like you all were in such a hopped-up hurry to get out of the city that you turned your kids into exactly what you were trying to get away from.

Sloan: Why, you're as lovely as rain.

Victoria Celestine: Rain is common in England.

Sloan: Not in Arizona. Here is a rare and beautiful thing, a thing for which most men thirst.

Victoria Celestine: Here I believed that to be whiskey.

Sloan: Why, Mrs. Undercroft, whatever brings you to such an undignified place?

Elizabeth: Why, your lack of dignity, Mr. Sloan.