- Richard Miller: When the "rush" is over, it hurts. Doesn't it?
- Thomas Beckett: What you're feeling now ain't the worst pain. The worst thing is not feeling the hurt anymore.
- Cacique: Los ojos, quierro los ojos.
- Richard Miller: He wants my eyes?
- Thomas Beckett: Ah, he means antejos, your shooting glasses. Give them to him.
- Richard Miller: Why?
- Thomas Beckett: Because he likes them.
- Thomas Beckett: What's that?
- Richard Miller: Got it out of the catalogue when I was with D.C. SWAT. We called it "Gucciflage".
- Thomas Beckett: [laughs] "Gucciflage"?
- Richard Miller: [smirks] Yeah.
- Thomas Beckett: You gonna wear that?
- Richard Miller: Yeah.
- Thomas Beckett: Let me see it.
- [gets handed the "Gucciflage", inspects it, stretches it out, and then flings it out the train window]
- Richard Miller: [frustrated] Nice shot!
- Thomas Beckett: Ain't no room for Peter Pan on this hunt. You wear Corporal Papich's tree tux that I gave you.
- [looks out the window and fiddles with dog tags]
- Richard Miller: What the hell are those for?
- Thomas Beckett: Respect.
- Thomas Beckett: Let me tell ya somethin' - sittin' in an office giving men orders to kill is the same thing as puttin' a bullet in someone's heart yourself. The same. Goddamn. THING.
- Richard Miller: [seeing El Cirujano for the first time] He's a fuckin' American!
- Thomas Beckett: He's a fuckin' spook. Ex-CIA. I met him once up in El Salvador. Now he's an enforcer for the cocaine monkeys. I'll take out the lieutenant, you concentrate on him. Now put a fuckin' bullet through his heart.