Human Target

Winston: Hey! You remember what I said about that place. They don't like strangers. So don't go up there screwing around or nothing. Just blend in and keep a low profile. Chance: Hey... it's me. Winston: Yeah.

Jessica: So what are you, a cop? Chance: Not exactly. Well, not at all, really.

Jessica: A mercenary with a heart of gold? Chance: I prefer death-retardant specialist.

Jessica: Is there a plan for that? Chance: Yes, there is. Drive down to the marina, borrow a fishing boat, and sort this out on the mainland. Jessica: I don't mind to sound unappreciative, but is there any way that plan works without anyone else getting killed. Chance: Ideally.

Jessica: Okay, so we just--we just make them think that we jumped Chance: Yeah. Jessica: Yeah, okay, how? Chance: By jumping. Jessica: What? Are you insane? We're never gonna make that! Chance: No, I mean, probably. Definitely.

Winston: Where's the guy? (Guerrero shows him the doctor in the trunk) What is wrong with you? Guerrero: What? Tried asking him nicely.

Chance: Who do we know that can get a plane to the ground within four hours? Winston: Four hours notice to get you out of a hot zone with a professional kill squad shooting at you? Nobody you'd want to.. Chance: What about that guy from Seattle, Fred something? Winston: Frank. Deceased. Chance: Harris from Calgary? Winston: Also deceased. Chance: What about that flight instructor from Coeur D'Alene? Winston: The one with the glass eye? Chance: Yeah. Winston: He's too far away. And, you know, dead.

Winston: You know this person? Guerrero: Yeah, he's kind of a shark. No real code. A real sleazebag. Winston: I'm sorry. You said he's a real sleazebag? Guerrero: Yeah. Winston: Oh, got you.

(inspecting Christopher's back) Jessica: What is this? Is this bullet wounds? Chance: Yeah. Jessica: This one looks like barbed wire. Chance: No. No, wait. Yes. Sarajevo. Jessica: I... I don't even know what this one is. Chance: Oh, that's a Masai Ngulu blade. Jessica: Seriously?