Paul Kersey, New York architect and part-time vigilante, comes to LA to visit an old friend. Instead, he must avenge his death by fighting y...更多>
Paul Kersey: A .475 Wildey magnum is a shorter version of the African big game cartridge, it makes a real mess. Kathryn Davis: I hope you like chicken. It's the only thing I know how to make. Paul Kersey: Chicken's good. I like chicken. Bennett: They call him "The Giggler". Paul Kersey: Jesus, he really moves. Tulio: They killed the Giggler, man! Fraker: They had no business doing that. None. Mrs. Kaprov: [inspecting a booby-trap, Kersey notices something] What is it? Paul Kersey: Teeth. Paul Kersey: Hey, what's the problem? Punk at Car #1: What? Paul Kersey: With the car... what's the problem? Punk at Car #1: Just get outta my fuckin' face. Who are you? Punk at Car #2: We're stealing a fuckin' car, what's it to you? Paul Kersey: It's my car. Punk at Car #1: Now you gonna die! [Kersey shoots them both dead] Paul Kersey: I'm going out for some ice cream... this is America, isn't it? Paul Kersey: My friend Wildey's coming. Bennett: We heard shots. What happened? Paul Kersey: I sent them a message. Fraker: Hey, man, I always win! Richard S. Shriker: I can't do anything... I'm a cop. Bennett: What's the car for? Paul Kersey: Bait.