Free Fire (2016)

Brie Larson: Justine

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• [last lines] 

  Justine : About dinner... Can I take a raincheck?

  Chris : Hey, you take what you want, girl.

• Vernon : Justine... How are you, doll?

  [plants a kiss on her hand] 

  Vernon : As gorgeous as ever! Well you've uh put on a bit of weight. Did someone impregnate you?

  Justine : [calmly]  Fuck off.

  Vernon : Good, there is still a chance.

  Stevo : What the fuck is that accent?

• Justine : Ugh, men.

• Chris : Your not FBI are you?

  Justine : I'm I.I.F.M.

  Chris : What?

  Justine : In it for myself.

• Justine : Here he is!

  Ord : Thousand apologies. Hate it when people are tardy. It's good to meet you boys.

  [shakes Chris's hand] 

  Ord : Thanks for coming out.

  [extends his hand to Frank, who doesn't reciprocate] 

  Ord : You didn't masturbate before you got here, did you?

  Frank : What?

  Justine : [laughs nervously] 

  Ord : Told you I don't work with anybody who's carrying a loaded weapon.

  Chris : Fuck the small talk. Let's buy some guns, eh?

• Justine : Uh! It's cold.

  Frank : You think this is cold sweetheart. You should try Holywood in February. Freeze the tits off a brass witch

  Ord : The only thing a girl needs to stay warm in Los Angeles is a flexible outlook.

  Frank : I'm not talking about your Hollywood. I'm talking about the real Holywood. Holywood, County Down, Northern Ireland.

  Ord : You guys got a Holywood too! That's great. That's what I like about this business. It could be financially rewarding and you can still learn something new everyday.

  Frank : Stick to your ABC's son

  Chris : Right, introductions, yeah?

  Ord : [looking behind him]  Come out, come out wherever you are.

• Vernon : Check out the merch.

  Justine : That's not what he ordered.

  Vernon : Fuck me...

  Chris : He ordered M-16's. Different weapon.

  Vernon : I'm not driving a fucking pizza delivery service!

  Martin : Keep your shit together.

  Vernon : You want the weapons? Or you don't want the weapons?

• Vernon : The suspense is killing me, what did Steven do?

  Harry : That fucking junkie came on to my cousin last night at the Harlequins. And when she wouldn't suck his fucking dick, he bottled her.

  Justine : You've got to be kidding me!

  Vernon : What!

  Harry : I'm serious as fucking cancer. She's scarred, man, permanently, and she's 17.

  Vernon : Hang on, Harry. Is this true, Gordon?

  Gordon : It's unfortunate, but it's true. The place erupted like fucking Vesuvius, man. There's not a stick of furniture left in the place. For real.

  Martin : If you were to walk into Harlequins tomorrow night with his head on a fuckin' stick, you'd be a hero, man.

  Ord : Why would you even say that, why would you say that?

  Vernon : What are you doing? You're just making it worse. Everybody, take a chill pill, okay? Just calm the fuck down.

• Vernon : Now listen here. We'd like to leave with our money, and I'm sure you boys would like to leave with the weapons. Okay? This is not good for business.

  Chris : Yeah well, bringing AR-70s to an M-16 deal is not good for business.

  Justine : Neither is bringing a sex pest.