The Jackal Quotes

Declan Mulqueen: Do you remember Valentina said "A statement, public and brutal." Now, it always bothered me. Why did he keep comin' when he knew- he knew we could protector the director, especially once I got involved. But he didn't abort. Why? It didn't come together until I remembered what he said to Valentina. "Tell Declan he can't protect his women."
Carter

Preston: Wasn't he referring to Isabella?
Declan Mulqueen: No. Any woman. All women! But remember, "public and brutal." We're guarding the wrong person.
[Declan slams a newspaper onto the table]
Declan Mulqueen: He's after the First Lady.

Carter Preston: This is a manhunt, not your cause. Don't make it personal.
Declan Mulqueen: What do you fucking know?
Carter Preston: [as Mulqueen walks away] All right! I'll tell you what I know. I know the Jackal set you up in that arms deal in Libya. I know that Isabella was wounded when *you* walked in to the trap. I also know

that it was the life *you* had chosen for...
Declan Mulqueen: Did you also know that Isabella was *pregnant* when she got shot... That OUR CHILD didn't survive! Don't tell me this isn't personal, Mr. Preston!
Carter Preston: I can't risk all of this over a vendetta!
Declan Mulqueen: There's no vendetta. All I hope for now is a

fresh start.
Carter Preston: [to himself] That just might happen.

Terek Murad: [Sadly] My poor brother, how many militia did you kill?
Vasilov: [Nervously] You have to understand, there were 50 of them. Plus the Americans...
Terek Murad: [Abruptly] Yes, yes, but how many did you *kill*?
Vasilov: [Quietly] None.
Terek Murad: [Incensed] None? Not even

*one*?
Vasilov: [Protesting] Please, Terek. I did what I could.
[Jumps to his feet]
Terek Murad: [Mockingly] You did what you could? You did what you could. Letting those militia pigs and their American scum kill my brother, without killing even one in return. Okay, that is what *you could do*, and this is what *I* CAN DO!
[Snatches an

ancient axe off the wall and smashes it into Vasilov's skull]

Carter Preston: Here's how it's gonna go, Mulqueen. You will be searched on a random schedule and if we turn up so much as a paperclip that hasn't been authorized, I'll send you right back to prison. Same goes for using the telephone.
Declan Mulqueen: Sounds like you don't trust me?
Carter Preston: As far as I can throw you. But I

have little choice. Do I? And if you have ANY thoughts about an IRA snatch, we'll *shoot to kill*! THEM and YOU! And not necessarily in that order.
Declan Mulqueen: Got it.
Carter Preston: Go along, and we'll get along.

Ian Lamont: Motherfucker, motherfucker. *That motherfucker is state of the art!* Dude, I knew it was going to be big. I didn't know it was going to be the fuckin' prototype cannon. It's a fuckin' motrol... Damn! Some hairy looking rounds.
The Jackal: Made from depleted uranium. Go through anything. Once they get inside they just spall.
Ian

Lamont: Hell yeah. They spall yeah. They get in there and they just.
[imitates spalling noise]
Ian Lamont: That rocks. Look at the friggin' lens on that thing...
The Jackal: Don't touch that!
Ian Lamont: It's got like a 2000 mile zoom lens! That thing is kick ass. Dude is this thing a prototype, or what? I bet

you it cost you a shitload. That rocks. Man, you rock. Do you know what I'm saying? ROCK! Fuckin' thing kicks ass.
[crosshairs appear on the computer screen]
Ian Lamont: Oh, yeah. Bring on the *spall*, baby. I can't wait to see the shit...
The Jackal: LAMONT!
[quietly but menacingly]
The Jackal: Close your mouth!