(before entering Yorgi's club) Milan Sova: Everyone in this club's got two things in common; they're filthy rich and they're criminals. Xander Cage: I'll fit in perfect, except for the filthy rich part.
Toby Lee Shavers: I've always wanted to say this. Fire in the hole!
Xander Cage: I've been risking my life for a lot of stupid reasons. This is the first one that makes sense to me.
Yelena: (photographing Yorgi's safe) You're not supposed to be in here. Xander Cage: I was on the way to the bathroom. What's your excuse? Yelena: (pulls a gun on him) I don't need an excuse. Xander Cage: (grabs her arm with the gun and she pulls out a second gun) You're good. (gets her other arm, making her defenseless) Xander Cage: But not that good.
Xander Cage: What is this place? Gibbons: Looks like a diner. Xander Cage: That's clever. You know, you almost had me going there for a while. I was a bit groggy before, then I started noticing things. Like, you got a stockbroker over here, all dressed up reading the Financial Times on a Sunday morning when the market's closed. Unlikely, but okay, I can go with that. I can even go with the stick-up man packing a cop-issue Beretta. But you want to know where you blew it? (points at waitress) Xander Cage: With her. My aunt was in the restaurant business all her life. There's no way in hell a career waitress comes to work in high heels. She'd have blisters the size of pancakes before lunch. And if she ain't real, then this whole thing ain't real. That's how I knew this bozo over here wouldn't get a shot off even if we waited till St. Patrick's Day. (fires shotgun at wall) Xander Cage: Because there's nothing but blanks in these guns. Oh, and no offense, but their performances were terrible.
Xander Cage: You're okay, Yorgi Yorgi: Everything's okay... with enough vodka.
(last lines) Gibbons: Oh by the way, you passed the test. The Gibbons Test. Xander Cage: You gotta be kidding me.
(to Yelena) Xander Cage: I might throw in a few extra dollars and send you to charm school.
Gibbons: So, what's it going to be, Triple X? You want to get on a plane, or is "Kiss my ass, Scarface" your final answer?
(after kissing Xander Cage) Yelena: Did you enjoy that? Xander Cage: Yes. Yelena: Good, because it will never happen again.
(first lines) Henchman: (in Czech) He stole the chip, he's inside. Yorgi: I see him. Yorgi: Kirill! Time to work.
Xander Cage: WHOO! Not bad! (pause) Xander Cage: Lets do that again!
Yelena: I'm an agent too. I've been undercover for two years. Xander Cage: Two years? What was your plan? Have them die of old age?
Xander Cage: Ya know, if you're gonna send someone to save the world, make sure they like it the way it is.
(after a police SWAT team crashes in on his party) Xander Cage: Okay, I'll turn down the music.
Xander Cage: Koyla, Yorgi's younger brother, happens to be an action sports fanatic. So naturally, he's a fan. But, when you kill a bottle of Vodka in three swigs, and you're gonna talk too much.
Xander Cage: Is this guy gonna hump my leg or what?
Gibbons: I gave you an order! Xander Cage: And I followed that order. You said, 'Go home, Triple X.' That means stay, doesn't it?
Yorgi: Now that business is over, we party. Kolya: Bitches, come!
Xander Cage: Yo. What's your name, slick? Ivan Podrov: My name is Ivan. Xander Cage: Ivan? What's your name, buddy? Ivan Pedgrag: (looks back at Xander) My name is Ivan. Xander Cage: (looking confused) You're both Ivan?
Xander Cage: I wish I had a camera. Yelena: Why? Xander Cage: 'Cause this is gonna be one hell of a trick.
El Jefe: Okay, funny guys. I'll show you what we do when funny guys get in our business. Xander Cage: What? Hog-tie us and force us to listen to your bad accent? El Jefe: No. Cut off their Achilles tendon and watch them flop around like a marionette. Unless you have something to tell me, something I need to know? Huh? Xander Cage: Uh, okay. You're short. (TJ and Virg start to laugh) Xander Cage: And my friend over there says you could use a haircut to update your style. Get off me. El Jefe: (kicks Virg) Shut up! Xander Cage: Just two seconds ago, you told us to talk. Now it's "Shut up?" I mean, I don't mean to nit-pick, but you're the worst at this torture thing.
(after Xander shoots Milan Sova) Yorgi: Most people talk a lot, few are up for the moment. Welcome to Anarchy Ninety-nine.
Yelena: Do you know what a wire transfer is? Xander Cage: Is she for real. Sweetheart is there anything else you need to do, let us big boys have a conversation. Yelena: Conversation. A word with four syllables. Do you want some ice before your brain overheats. Xander Cage: Ice. Yeah, you could chisel some off your heart, if you could find it.