Collateral

Max: "He, he fell on the cab. He fell, he fell from up there on the motherfucking cab. Shit. I think he's dead."
Vincent: "Good guess."
Max: "You killed him?"
Vincent: "No, I shot him. Bullets and the fall killed him."

"Take comfort in knowing you never had a choice."

Vincent: "Look in the mirror. Paper towels, clean cab. Limo company some day. How much you got saved?"
Max: "That ain't any of your business."
Vincent: "Someday? Someday my dream will come? One night you will wake up and discover it never happened. It's all turned around on you. It never will. Suddenly you are old. Didn't happen, and it never will, because you were never going to do it anyway. You'll push it into memory and then zone out in your barco lounger, being hypnotized by daytime TV for the rest of your life. Don't you talk to me about murder. All it ever took was a down payment on a Lincoln town car. That girl,you can't even call that girl. What the fuck are you still doing driving a cab?"

"Get with it. Millions of galaxies of hundreds of millions of stars, in a speck on one in a blink. That's us, lost in space. The cop, you, me... Who notices?"

"Guy gets on the subway and dies. Think anybody'll notice?"

Vincent: "Max, six billion people on the planet, you're getting bent out of shape cause of one fat guy."
Max: "Well, who was he?"
Vincent: "What do you care? Have you ever heard of Rwanda?"
Max: "Yes, I know Rwanda."
Vincent: "Well, tens of thousands killed before sundown. Nobody's killed people that fast since Nagasaki and Hiroshima. Did you bat an eye, Max?"
Max: "What?"
Vincent: "Did you join Amnesty International, Oxfam, Save the Whales, Greenpeace, or something? No. I off one fat Angelino and you throw a hissy fit."
Max: "Man, I don't know any Rwandans."
Vincent: "You don't know the guy in the trunk, either."