Quotes

Hitman's Wife's Bodyguard

Sonia Kincaid: I would make a great mother, don't you think?
Michael Bryce: Oh, my God. A child would be so lucky to have you as its host.
Sonia Kincaid: Thank you. It must be your powerful asexuality that makes you such a good listener.

Bobby O'Neill: They're planning a full-scale cyber attack. Do not screw this up.
Michael Bryce: Oh, we are definitely gonna screw this up.

Aristotle Papdopolous: You! Motherfucker!
Darius Kincaid: That's right, papa dick-less. You gotta earn the right to call us motherfuckers.
Darius Kincaid, Sonia Kincaid: Motherfucker!

Michael Bryce: [to Darius and Sonia who is driving but the pair start making out] Let's not do that guys, let's just focus
[leans over the backseat and takes control of the steering-wheel]
Michael Bryce: I got it. No, it's fine. You guys just... you guys have at it. Maybe feather the brake a bit.

Crowley: Mr O'Neill, you have been warned repeatedly that it's against protocol to deal with unsanctioned criminal informants.
Bobby O'Neill: Listen, I've been in Europe for a month, okay? And the only thing you people do is watch fucking soccer. Not one bar carries Sam Adams. So the least you could do is let me do what we do in Boston, okay? You work with the bad guys to get the worse guys.

[after being rescued by Sonia, Darius realizes that Bryce is there as well]
Darius Kincaid: Baby! What in the absolute fuck is Michael Bryce doing here?
Sonia Kincaid: You said, "Baby, get me Michael Breese!"
Darius Kincaid: No! No, no, no. I said, "Baby, got get anyone BUT Michael Bryce!"

Michael Bryce: [to Sonia and Darius] Can we just acknowledge that not only are we safe, this really feels like a new beg...
[tranquilizer darts hit all three]
Michael Bryce: .

[last lines]
Sonia Kincaid: [to Michael] My baby cucaracha, you just signed the adoption papers.
Darius Kincaid: The what?
Michael Bryce: The adoption papers.
Sonia Kincaid: You are now our son!
Darius Kincaid, Michael Bryce: WHAT THE FUCK?

Crowley: What do you need to stop Aristotle?
Michael Bryce: We need boats. And we need guns.
Darius Kincaid: [laughs] That's my motherfucking bodyguard.
Michael Bryce: And we need them?
[points to Interpol agents]
Darius Kincaid: What?
Michael Bryce: What are your names?
Gary: Gary.
Johan: Johan.
Michael Bryce: Gary, Johan, are you ready to get your fuck on?
Darius Kincaid: What?
Michael Bryce: That came out wrong. Not together. With us. That also came out wrong. You're gonna get your fuck on in an action context.

Michael Bryce: Are you people fucking insane?
Sonia Kincaid: Hey! Watch your mouth! I picked you up from the street, saved you from sunstroke, and now you're calling me insane?
Michael Bryce: Sunstroke? You could go to jail for leaving a dog in a hot car. And don't get me started on the psychological ramifications of what I heard you two doing.

Michael Bryce: I've had it with you two. I'm sorry to say this, Sonia, but you are crazy!
Darius Kincaid: Hey, you can't talk to my wife that way.
Michael Bryce: Why not? She'd make a terrible mother. I wouldn't leave a Chucky doll in her care.

Michael Bryce: In two weeks I have to go in front of a tribunal and try to get my Triple-A rated license back.
Therapist: To deal with the future, we sometimes have to deal with the past. Quite often validation issues stem from a disapproving father.
Michael Bryce: I don't have validation issues. i have a licensing issue

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