Jack Toby:
We gotta let the cops handle this, Dad!
Paul Kersey:
Yeah?
[
squint]
Paul Kersey:
Well, what if the cops can't handle this, Jack?
[
Sam complains the crime situation in the city]
Sam Kreutzer:
You know, decent people are going to have to work here and live somewhere else.
Paul Kersey:
By "decent people," you mean people who can afford to live somewhere else.
Sam Kreutzer:
Oh Christ, you are such a bleeding-heart liberal, Paul.
Paul Kersey:
My heart bleeds a little for the underprivileged, yes.
Sam Kreutzer:
The underprivileged are beating our goddamned brains out. You know what I say? Stick them in concentration camps, that's what I say.
Paul Kersey:
You've got a prime figure. You really have, you know.
Joanna Kersey:
That's a euphemism for fat.
Paul Kersey:
Any chance of catching these men?
Lt. Briggs:
There's a chance, sure.
Paul Kersey:
Just a chance?
Lt. Briggs:
I'd be less than honest if I gave you more hope, Mr. Kersey. In the city, that's the way it is.
Ames Jainchill:
You're probably one of them knee-jerk liberals that thinks us gun boys would shoot our guns because it's an extension of our penises.
Paul Kersey:
Never thought about it that way. It could be true.
Ames Jainchill:
Well, maybe it is. But this is gun country.
Frank Ochoa:
We want you to get out of New York... Permanently.
[
pause]
Paul Kersey:
Inspector... By sundown?
Paul Kersey:
Nothing to do but cut and run, huh? What else? What about the old American social custom of self-defense? If the police don't defense us, maybe we ought to do it ourselves.
Jack Toby:
We're not pioneers anymore, Dad.
Paul Kersey:
What are we, Jack?
Jack Toby:
What do you mean?
Paul Kersey:
I mean, if we're not pioneers, what have we become? What do you call people who, when they're faced with a condition or fear, do nothing about it, they just run and hide?
Jack Toby:
Civilized?
Paul Kersey:
No.
[
Paul and Sam listen to a police statement on the news]
Sam Kreutzer:
I'll bet muggings are down, and they're afraid to tell us.
Paul Kersey:
There's only one way to find out. Take a walk on Columbus Avenue tonight.
Sam Kreutzer:
Thanks a lot, Paul. I think I'll wait for the official report.
Freak #1:
We want money, mother, now get it!
Freak #1:
Cunts! I KILL RICH CUNTS!
Freak #1:
Goddamn rich cunt!
Desk sergeant:
Turn that thing off.
[
points at the guys radio]
guy with radio:
[
without pausing] I'm listening to the weather report - why haven't you found my dog - he's vital to my income - he paints such marvelous pictures with he's paws!
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