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Wrath of Man Best Movie Quotes

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Starring: Jason Statham, Josh Hartnett, Scott Eastwood, Holt McCallany, Jeffrey Donovan, Laz Alonso, Post Malone, Chris Reilly, Niamh Algar

OUR RATING: ★★★★☆

Story:

Action thriller co-written and directed by Guy Ritchie, based on the French film, Cash Truck (Le Convoyeur) by Nicolas Boukhrief. Wrath of Man (2021) follows H (Jason Statham), a mysterious character working at a cash truck company responsible for moving hundreds of millions of dollars around Los Angeles. During a heist he surprises his coworkers when he unexpectedly unleashes precision skills. The crew is left wondering who he is and where he came from. Soon, the marksman’s ultimate motive becomes clear as he takes dramatic and irrevocable steps to settle a score.

 

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'Everything comes at a price.' - Brad (Wrath of Man) Click To Tweet 'I want your liver. Your lungs. Your spleen.' - H (Wrath of Man) Click To Tweet

 

Best Quotes


 

“A Dark Spirit”

Terry: [referring to Fortico Security] We’re not federal. We’re essentially middlemen. Hundreds of millions shifting through here every week. We got twelve trucks, two, or three guards in each. A driver, a messenger, and a guard, each moving up to fifteen mil a day, and sometimes more, which can attract unwanted attention. I won’t lie. It can be dangerous, which is why we train you properly and pay the premium rates, so we can all sleep better at night.


 

Terry: [to H] But just so you know, we lost a couple of guards a while back. Killed on the job. A civilian too. A f***ing tragedy. And they still haven’t found the scum who did it.


 

Bullet: Let’s see. Hill. Hill. H. I’m going to call you H, if that’s okay? They call me Bullet, which is ironic, because I certainly don’t move like one.


 

Bullet: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new addition. May I introduce H.


 

Bullet: You good?
H: Yeah. Why, don’t I look it?
Bullet: No, buddy. You look like a shrink-wrapped Rolls-Royce, in contrast to this car crash.


 

Bullet: You’re a c**k, Dave.
Hollow Bob: I reckon our man here could pull yours right off.
Boy Sweat Dave: He looks like he could handle a c**k.
H: Yeah, small hands. Makes me very popular, and you look good.


 

Bullet: It’s worth getting to know Dave. He’s quite entertaining in an unintentional kind of way.
Hollow Bob: Yeah. He once killed a hamster because he squeezed it too tight.
Bullet: And he can’t write without sticking his tongue out.


 

Armourer: [referring to the sidearm] I need you to love it, respect it, and bring it back in one piece.
H: Do they want us back in one piece too?
Armourer: Do you have a problem?
H: I don’t know. Do I?


 

H: What happens if we’re pulling pistols in a machine gun fight?
Armourer: Then you retort with a positive mental attitude.


 

Bullet: He’s H.
Armourer: H?
Bullet: Like the bomb. Or like Jesus H.
Armourer: Well, if you can mushroom cloud, or walk on water, what you worried about machine guns for?


 

Stuart: You’re going to love who your new partner is.
Boy Sweat Dave: Just tell me it ain’t the Limey.
Stuart: The grand old duke himself.
Boy Sweat Dave: F***!


 

Boy Sweat Dave: Do you have any idea how dangerous this job can be?
H: Some idea, yeah.
Boy Sweat Dave: No. You have no idea. We ain’t the predators. We’re the prey.


 

Bullet: I like the way you handle that cart. Where did you learn that technique?
H: Spent a lot of time in supermarkets. Shopping.


 

Bullet: I can picture it now. A paragon of modern man on a wild sojourn, stalking down the aisles, hunting for Pop-Tarts.
H: Pop-Tarts are not really my poison, Bullet. I prefer to lose myself in the dizzy food coma of synthetic cheese and impossible meats.
Bullet: What has the world come to? A direct line of evolution, from Paleolithic man to a diabetic house husband.
H: Harsh.
Bullet: But true.


 

Bullet: You’re going to love him, Dave. He’s got that exotic European thing working for him. It’ll take you a while to dial in.
Dana: Hasn’t taken me very long.


 

Stuart: I don’t care what you guys think. That man’s a dark horse.
Bullet: What do you mean by that?
Stuart: That cat’s overqualified for this game. He’s got history.
Dana: We’re all overqualified for this game, and we all got history.


 

Boy Sweat Dave: Pretty soon you’ll all be working for me. The power’s in this big head here.
Dana: Well, it’s definitely not in your little head, or are you still blaming the beer?


 

John: You ain’t much of a talker, are you, Mary Poppins?
H: Oh, no, I can talk. I just don’t want to talk to you. Let me buy you a beer. Just make sure you drink it over there.
[John just stares at him]
H: Anything else?


 

Bullet: [referring to John] I got to give it to you, H. You’re a real social magician. First, you take his job, and then you make him cry in his beer.


 

H: [to Dave, referring to Bullet] You don’t want to do this, you can get out of the truck now. But we’re not leaving him behind. He’s one of us. It’s only money. In short, I’m getting him back.


 

Boy Sweat Dave: [referring to the money bag] You open it, they’re just going to kill all three of us and take the money anyway.
H: Dave, you just worry about putting your a**hole back in your a**hole, and leave this to me.


 

Boy Sweat Dave: [as H shoots the robbers] Who is this f***ing lunatic?!


 

H: Who do you work for?
Robber: Suck my f***ing d**k!
H: What did you say?
Robber: I said suck my f***ing d**k!
H: Suck your own d**k.
[H shoots him]


 

H: You alright, Dave? Did you make poo-poo?


 

FBI Agent Okey: [to H] What I don’t understand is how you managed to take down six men without even so much as a scratch.
Terry: Well, you got to admit it’s impressive.


 

FBI Agent Hubbard: What about your firearms experience? Your shooting was unambiguously precise, yet your training scores were decidedly average.
FBI Agent Okey: Barely even passed.
H: Kill or be killed. Seemed to focus the mind.


 

H: You hired me to do a job. I did a job.
Terry: No, we hired you to move money.
H: You hired me to protect money.


 

FBI Agent Hubbard: What do you want us to do?
Agent King: Not a f***ing thing. Let the painter paint.

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FBI Agent Hubbard: Do you have any idea what would happen to us if anyone found out that we let the fox in the f***ing henhouse?
FBI Agent Okey: The Bureau’s been trying to catch this man for twenty-five years. We’re just going to let him sit on hundreds of millions?
Agent King: Money doesn’t mean a thing to him.


 

FBI Agent Hubbard: “Let the painter paint”?
FBI Agent Okey: What the f*** does that look like?


 

Boss Blake Halls: Why are you so cynical?
Terry: [referring to H] I’m starting to think he’s a psychopath.


 

Dana: I hear H is for Hero.


 

Bullet: It doesn’t feel right. It was as if he recognized H. Like he saw a dark spirit.
Boy Sweat Dave: What are you saying?
Bullet: I don’t know what I’m saying. He’s not a cop. He doesn’t smell like a cop.
Boy Sweat Dave: But if he’s not a cop, what is he?
Bullet: He’s a dark f***ing spirit.


 

Boy Sweat Dave: I told you that first day, I don’t trust him.


 

H: [to Dana] The retirement fund is yours. But if it comes to light that you’re not telling me something that I need to know, I want you to understand how resourceful and serious I am.


 

H: [to Dana] I got your contacts. I know who you love. And I do bear a grudge.

 

“Scorched Earth”

Dougie: [five months earlier] Do you know why they call the Arctic the Arctic, and the Antarctic the Antarctic?
H: No, Dougie, I don’t. That’s why I pay for you to go to good schools.
Dougie”Arktos” means “bear” in Greek. “Ant” means “without”. Hence, ant arktos, “without bears”.
H: Up with, down without. Good news for ice cubes, bad news for polar bears.


 

Doctor: [three weeks later after Dougie is killed] You’re in a hospital. You were in an accident, you were shot at. Six bullets removed, and three operations. Two life-saving. You lost a fifth of your blood. You’ve got a warrior’s spirit, Mr. Mace.
H: What about my son? Dougie.


 

Jane: My beautiful boy. And now, he’s gone. He looked up to you. He was obsessed with you.
H: It wasn’t my work, Jane.
Jane: You killed our son. And still, you have nothing to say. You are a cold, cold c***.


 

H: Somebody knows something.
Agent King: Somebody always knows something. It’s just I’m not allowed to ask the hard questions.


 

H: Then you’re going to let me do this my way. I can do in two weeks what you only wish you could do in twenty years.
Agent King: If their names are on that list, you can do your worst. Just be mindful that I can only look confused for so long. The floor is yours.


 

H: I need to know who pulled the trigger. I need a face.


 

Moggy: The tree has been shook. And it’s been shook hard.
H: I want a name. Anyone with the skillset, or the form.


 

Mike: It was a long list.
H: Not good enough.
Moggy: Understood. But we’ve scorched the earth.
H: No, it’s not understood. You started by saying you’d do anything. But what I’m hearing is you think you’ve done everything.
Mike: Understood.


 

Jerome: Do you know who the f*** I am?
Mike: Yeah, I know exactly who you are, and that’s why you’re here. So, I can see it’s going to be a long night. Let’s get started.


 

Mike: Can I speak candidly, boss? I don’t think we should do this again. Understandably, you’re not in your right mind just now, and you need a break. But we can’t continue to handle business this way, otherwise some f***er’s going to come for us before we can get to them. In truth, we need a different approach. It’s got to be an inside job.
H: You’re right, Mike. I shouldn’t have got you involved.

 

“Bad Animals, Bad”

Carlos: How are you holding up, Sam?
Sam: What’s to say? I wake up late, watch TV, drink a beer, and watch more TV. Maybe convince Ma to give me a few bucks, so I can buy more beer, and watch TV until I’m drunk enough to fall asleep. Did I mention I watch TV?


 

Brad: We’re built for combat, not daytime TV. The Afghanis treated us better than our own. I wish I was back in the unit. Boredom’s more dangerous than bullets. Give me an enemy I can f***ing see.


 

Jackson: We want cash. We go after cash.
Tom: We got a guy on the inside.
Carlos: Inside of what?
Jackson: Cash trucks.


 

Tom: There might not be a middleman, but there is a man on the inside. And he needs a slice.
Jan: And who is this inside man?
Tom: You don’t need to know.


 

Jackson: Gentlemen, we have found our opportunity to stand tall again after years taking it staring at our laces. Don’t quit your day job just yet. Rhythm as normal. Be smart. Don’t go buying anything flashy. Just what you absolutely need. Do you hear me, Jan?
Jan: Oh, yeah. Loud and clear, boss.
Tom: Groceries, good. Sports cars, bad.


 

Mrs. Ainsley: Sweetheart, what about the kids?
Jackson: Yeah, feed them first. Bad animals, bad.


 

Brad: Monkeys could’ve done that job.
Sam: So let’s push ourselves then.
Jackson: Easy, boys. Walking before running.
Jan: Yeah, I don’t know about you guys, but I feel like I’ve been walking for a long f***ing time.


 

Tom: [as Jan shoots and kills Dougie] Number one just shot a f***ing kid! He shot a f***ing kid!


 

Jackson: But as we are aware, the bigger the reward, the bigger the risk.
Brad: Everything comes at a price.
Jackson: Are you ready for that? Because there is no guarantee of success on this one.


 

Jackson: We do this right, we’ll never have to work again. Neither will our kids.
Sam: If we get it wrong?
Tom: It’s game over.


 

Boy Sweat Dave: Anyway, it’s Action Man you got to look out for, not me.
Terry: Yeah, colder than a reptile. Something’s not right.
Bullet: But why do I get the feeling your money’s never been safer, Mr. Rossi?

 

“Liver, Lungs, Spleen and Heart”

Bullet: You know I like you, right, H? Well, there’s something I need to tell you. About me. I’ve got some friends. I help them out. They help me out from time to time. My pals, I helped them get into the cash truck game, in a manner of speaking. With me on the inside. You get me?
H: No, Bullet, I don’t.


 

Bullet: I tell them which trucks to hit, and they hit them. The two guards being killed was necessary. The boy was unfortunate. But we’re a winning team. Militarily precise. You with me now?
H: Yeah. I’m with you a hundred percent.


 

Bullet: There’s no turning back.
H: And what’s in it for me?
Bullet: Your life.


Jackson: [referring to H] Warn our hero not to get clever. We’ll need him to get inside. After that, if he twitches, kill him.


 

Jackson: [to H] Hey, handsome. Today is not the day to be a hero. There will be no other warnings. Am I clear?


 

Jackson: [to H] If you’re a good boy today, you’ll see tomorrow.


 

Boy Sweat Dave: What do you want us to do?
H: You can do whatever you f***ing like.


 

Jackson: We all understand the risks. Some of us won’t make it. If there is a last man standing, it’s his job to take care of the families.
Tom: I wish I was confident that will happen, but my only concern is Jan. Strange things happen to men when they smell that much cash.


 

Jan: What do you want? You here for the money?
H: I don’t want the money. I want you to read this.
Jan: [reads from Dougie’s autopsy report] “Bullets A-1 and A-2 entered the right lung, causing collapse. Bullet B-1 penetrated the liver, and B-2 ruptured the spleen. Bullets C-1 and C-2 lacerated the heart. Cause of death, blood loss and trauma. Manner of death, homicide.”
H: In summary, the liver, the lungs, the spleen, and the heart.


 

Jan: What the f*** do you want?
H: [as he shoots him] I want your liver. Your lungs. Your spleen. By the way, his name was Dougie.


 

Agent King: Are we done?
H: We’re done.

 


 

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