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:
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