Free Fire

"Here we go. Now we're cooking!"

"I've already calmed the f*ck down!"

"You're a dead man, Vernon!"

Stevo: "What the fuck is that accent?"
Bernie: "I think it's like Swiss or something."
Stevo: "Austrian."

Vernon: "So, what do you say, we checkout the merch?"
Chris: [to Justine] "That's not what we wanted."
Justine: "He says, that's not what he ordered."
Vernon: "F*ck, really?"
Chris: "We ordered M-16's, a different weapon."
Vernon: "I'm not running a f*cking pizza delivery service!"
Martin: "Keep your shit together."
Vernon: "Do you want the weapons or you don't want the weapons?"

Vernon: "Justine.... as gorgeous as ever. Well, you've put on a bit of weight."
Justine: "F*ck off."

"You're on a different level now. The guy who represents this merchandise, his lawn is bigger than your whole f*cking country."

Justine: "Here he is."
Frank: "I like his jumper."
Ord: "A thousand apologies. I hate it when people are tardy. It's good to meet you boys, thanks for coming out. [Frank denies a handshake] You didn't masturbate before you got here, did you?"
Frank: "You what?"
[Justine is laughing]
Ord: "I told you I don't want to work with anybody who's carrying a loaded weapon."
Chris: "Fuck the small talk. Let's buy some guns, hey?"