I don't work like that. It's not professional.

Manolo, take the kids in the kitchen.

but I could learn the basics, the theory.

the closer you can get to the client.

No, the second goes higher on the chest.

The Chinks tell me that the hit man...

Check the terrace!

Toss the apartment.

The light's out.

The very same...

armed to the teeth, with the firm intention of sending me to the morgue.

I'll put you at the end of the hall...

Take the hundred bucks, and shut the fuck up.

I'll pay now for the rest of the year.

Okay, the girl's comin' out. Let the girl go.

Grab the axe off the wall. Over there. Go!

Squad Number One, what's the status on the apartment?

The knife, for example, is the last thing you learn.

You remember the girl who came here the other day?

I want you to put the sack on the floor.