1:19:08
Better come clean with you, sweetheart
1:19:11
It was an old trade lie I was giving you about my revolver being wet
1:19:15
You see, I'm not too fond of shooting
1:19:18
It's my preference to blow things off
1:19:22
I should blast the roof off a pulp
1:19:24
I've seen all the parts flying off people
1:19:28
Little bang-bang's never going to match the size of that
1:19:32
And here's me with all these fine grenades, such a sweet beauty of a remote
1:19:38
But it's my knife I'll be doing you with
1:19:41
You killed my mates
1:19:44
Someone should've told you
1:19:46
Never give an Irishman a good cause for revenge
1:19:50
Deadly little Miho
1:19:53
You won't feel a thing unless she wants you to
1:19:56
She twists the blade
1:19:59
He feels it
1:20:03
I tell Miho what we're going to do and how we're going to do it
1:20:07
I grab poor Dallas's car phone and make the most important call of my life
1:20:12
First we got to rescue Gail
1:20:14
Then comes the kill
1:20:17
The big fat kill
1:20:31
You just going to stand there and watch this?
1:20:34
You kidding me man?
1:20:36
Like watching old Manute do his thing all night long, and not get tired of it. I mean, the man's an artist
1:20:42
Only an artist should be allowed to touch such a beautiful subject
1:20:47
Your skin is perfect
1:20:49
Your nerves... responsive
1:20:52
Beautiful
1:20:53
Just give them what they want, Gail