Human Target

Chance: If anything, she should be thanking me for all the times I bailed her out of a jam. Maria: I'm sorry. When you bailed me out? Chance: Yeah. Maybe that flat tire in San Javier. The leg splint in Los Rios. And that one time in... Tarapaca? Maria: Oh, don't you dare bring up Tarapaca. Chance: Oh, I'll bring up Tarapaca. I'll bring up Tarapaca all day. Doug: Ahem. Excuse me... Chance/Maria: Shut up, Doug!

Doug: Is there anyone in this country who doesn't hate you? Chance: You and I seem to be doing okay.

Maria: From here on out, you do what I say when I say it. And if I sense even for one second that you're trying to burn me with this, I will slit your throat and leave you out for the wolves. Chance: Works for me.

Doug: So may we talk about your romantic history with Maria? Chance: Why would we wanna do that? Doug: Well, clearly there are unresolved feelings, manifesting in all sorts of virility displays, threat gestures... Now in most cultures, this kind of behavior results in one of two outcomes. Chance: Let me guess, marriage. Doug: Well, yes, that's certainly one. Chance: And what's the other one? Doug: Premeditated murder. Chance: Oh.

Doug: Wait, you shot down that plane? Chance: Well... yeah. Doug: You're the reason I'm on the run for my life. Chance: I'm also the reason you're not sitting in a jail right now. So, you know, there's that.

(as they prepare for a plane crash) Guerrero: I think this could be it. In which case, I got some things I need to confess. Winston: No. Oh, no. Hell, no! Guerrero: Dude, that's not cool, man Winston: I don't give a flying Fig Newton if we are about to die. I'm not gonna spend the last minutes of my life listening to all the heinous, repugnant stuff you've done! And furthermore, I know a lot more about your amoral ass than you think I do. What do you think I do in this company? What do you think, I'm a night watchman or something? Yeah, the fire at the orphanage. Yeah, I know about that. The nun in Montreal--I know about that too. Well, see, I've already got a head that's a stopped-up toilet full of Guerrero as it is. There's no vacancy. No room at the inn. Lot full, no waiting. So if you start with this confession, I swear either me or you are gonna be the next thing to get out of this plane. All right, do you wanna test me? Go ahead. Go ahead, say one word. One word... Alberto: Senor! Senor! (saves the plane) Guerrero: Just for the record.. I think you could've handled that a little better.

Maria: What wasn't easy for you? Chance: Leaving. Honestly... I felt... not good about it. Maria: Not good? Chance: Yeah. Yeah, not good. Maria: Care to expand on that? Chance: How? Maria: You said two words.