NEIL: You looking to become a penologist?
HANNA: You looking to go back? You know I chased some crews, guys just lookin’ to fuck up and get busted back. That you?
NEIL: You must have worked some dipshit crews.
HANNA: I worked all kinds.
NEIL: You see me doing thrill-seeker liquor store holdups with a “Born to Lose” tattoo on my chest?
HANNA: No, I do not.
NEIL: Right. I am never going back.
HANNA: Then don’t take down scores.
NEIL: I do what I do best. I take scores. You do what you do best trying to stop guys like me.
HANNA: So you never wanted a regular-type life?
NEIL: What the fuck is that? Barbecues and ballgames?
NEIL: This regular-type life. That your life?
HANNA: My life? Not my life. My life’s a disaster zone. I got a stepdaughter so fucked up because her real fathers this large type asshole. I got a wife. We’re passing each-other on the down slope of a marriage. My third. Because I spend all my time chasing guys like you around the block. That’s my life.
NEIL: Guy told me one time: Don’t let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner. Now if you’re on me and you gotta move when I move, how do you expect to keep a marriage?
HANNA: That’s an interesting point. What are you, a monk?
NEIL: I have a woman.
HANNA: What do you tell her?
NEIL: I tell her I’m a salesman.
HANNA: So then if you spot me comin’ around that corner, you just gonna walk out on this woman? Not say goodbye?
NEIL: That’s the discipline.
HANNA: That’s pretty vacant. No?
NEIL: Yeah, it is what it is. It’s that or we both better go do somethin’ else, pal.
HANNA: I don’t know how to do anything else.
NEIL: Neither do I.
HANNA: I don’t much want to either.
NEIL: Neither do I.
HANNA: You know I have this re-occurring dream. I’m sittin’ at this big banquet table and all the victims of all the murders I ever worked are sittin’ at this table, and there starin’ at me with these black eyeballs because they got eight ball hemorrhages from the head-wounds. And there they are, these big balloon people. Because I found them two weeks after they’ve been under the bed. The neighbors reported the smell. And there they are. All of them just sittin’ there.
NEIL: What do they say?
NEIL: No talk?
HANNA: None. Just… They don’t have anything to say. We just look at each-other. They look at me. And that’s it. That’s the dream.
NEIL: I have one where I’m drowning… and I gotta wake myself up and start breathing or I’ll die in my sleep.
HANNA: You know what that’s about?
NEIL: Yeah. Having enough time.
HANNA: Enough time? To do what you want to do?
NEIL: That’s right.
HANNA: You doing it now?
NEIL: Nah, not yet.
HANNA: You know we’re sitting here, you and I, like a coupla regular fellas. You do what you do. I do what I gotta do. And now that we’ve been face to face. If I am there and I got to put you away. I won’t like it. But I’ll tell ya, if it’s between you and some poor bastard whose wife you’re going to turn into a widow, brother, you are goin’ down.
NEIL: There’s a flip side to that coin. What if you do got me boxed in and I gotta put you down? ‘Cause no matter what, you will not get in my way. We’ve been face to face, yeah. But I will not hesitate. Not for a second.
HANNA: Maybe it’ll happen that way. Or … who knows …
NEIL: Or maybe we’ll never see each other again.