Creasy: Forgiveness is between them and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting.
 
Elderly Man: In the church, they say to forgive.
Creasy: Forgiveness is between them and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting.
 
Rayburn: Mariana!... Obey me, and I will love you.
Creasy: So that's how it works huh?
Rayburn: That's how it works.
[Mariana brings Rayburn his drink]
Creasy: Does she have a sister?
 
Rayburn: A man can be an artist... in anything, food, whatever. It depends on how good he is at it. Creasey's art is death. He's about to paint his masterpiece.
 
Lisa: What are you gonna do?
Creasy: What I do best. I'm gonna kill 'em. Anyone that was involved. Anybody who profited from it. Anybody who opens their eyes at me.
Lisa: [Whispering] You kill 'em all.
 
[Creasy has rectally inserted a five minute time bomb into Fuentes]
Fuentes: A last wish, please, please. Please.
Creasy: Last wish? I wish you had more time.
 
Pita: Do you have a girlfriend, Creasy?
Creasy: What?
Pita: Do you have a girlfriend?
Creasy: No. What kind of question is that, anyway? You're supposed to be studying history, okay?
Pita: It is history... Creasy history.
Creasy: No, that's ancient history.
 
Lisa: You read the Bible Mr. Creasy?
Creasy: Yeah, sometimes.
Lisa: Does it help?
Creasy: Yeah, sometimes
 
Pita: What was your first girlfriends' name?
Creasy: Nonya.
Pita: Nonya who?
Creasy: Nonya business.
 
Sister Anna: Do you ever see the Hand of God in what you do?
Creasy: No, not for a long time.
Sister Anna: The Bible says, "Do not be over come with evil, but overcome...?
Creasy: But overcome evil with good."
Creasy: [in spanish] That's Romans Chapter 12 Verse 21.
Creasy: I am the sheep that got lost, Madre.

Samuel: Your resume is quite impressive. 16 years of miltary experience, extensive counter-terrorism work. I'm surprised anyone could afford you, what's the catch?
Creasy: I drink.
Samuel: How does that affect you?
Creasy: Coordination, reaction time. Top professionals try to kidnap your daughter I'll do the best I can but the service will be on par with the pay.
Samuel: What if amatuers try?
Creasy: I'd probably kill 'em. That likely?
Samuel: No. No one is to know about your drinking. That includes my wife.

[repeated line]
Pita: CREASY!

Lisa: Do you have any family Mr. Creasy?
Creasy: No. I don't have family

Pita: Dear God, I do not ask for health or wealth. People ask you so often that you can't have any left. Give me, God, what else you have. Give me what no-one else asks for. Amen.

Lisa: You should be sleeping, baby.
Pita: I'm trying, Mom
Lisa: Good news. You're going back to school
Pita: When?
Lisa: Samuel is going to hire a new bodyguard. It may take a few days, but you're going back
Pita: Could he speak English? Emilio couldn't speak English.
Lisa: We'll see. And thank your father in the morning. A man always needs to be thanked.

Pita: That's "Bird" Emilio forgot to take him with when he left.
Creasy: Who's Emilio?
Pita: My last bodyguard. He drove me to school in the morning and picked me up in the afternoon
Creasy: I'm here for you?
Pita: In between you can take Mum shopping and to lunch. Does that sound all right, Mr. Creasy?

Pita: [about Creasy] I think he's been sick. He's all right now, but I think he's been very, very sick.

Lisa: She likes him
Samuel: Hm?
Lisa: Creasy, Pita likes him.
Samuel: Pita loves school. She'd like Count Dracula if he took her back there.

Pita: Where are you from, Creasy?
Creasy: The United States.
Pita: I know, but which state?
Creasy: No state in particular.
Pita: My mom and me are from Houston, Texas. Have you been there?
Creasy: No.

Creasy: Pita, do you have a pencil?
Pita: I go to school, don't I?

Lisa: I'll call you from Detroit, baby.
Pita: You're going to miss Mexican Halloween. The day of the dead.
Samuel: You enjoy it for us, Pita.

Creasy: They'll
[her parents]
Creasy: be back in a week
Pita: They can stay for two weeks. I don't care.

Pita: You're late.
Creasy: I'm sorry.
Pita: Where's my mother?
Creasy: I dropped her at home.
Pita: It's no wonder you're late. Why didn't she just come with you?
[Creasy doesn't answer]
Pita: Do you think my mom likes you?
Creasy: I think she's afraid of me. But not the same way most people are.
Pita: I'm not afraid of you.
Creasy: I know you're not.
Pita: Are you afraid of me?
Creasy: I used to be. At first. But not any more.
Pita: Good.

Creasy: The gunshot holds no fear, say it.
Pita: The gunshot holds no fear.
Creasy: You welcome the sound. In fact it's the sound that sets you free. You are a prisoner on this block until that sound sets you free.

Pita: The gunshot holds no fear!