Money Train is a1995 film about a New York City transit cop who decides to steal a trainload of subway fares while his foster brother, a fellow cop, tries to protect him.
[to Charlie] You're a bad gambler sunny Jim. You're in debt up to your eyeballs. You’re on the edge. You’re a wreck looking for someplace to happen. I’ll be there… and I’ll fuck ya dead.
Thug:[holding Charlie out over a ledge] Hey Charlie, let me get ya a fuckin' parachute!
Mr. Brown: Charlie, your brother had better get here soon or he's going to be an only child.
Charlie Robinson:[After John arrives] You brought the money, right?
John Robinson: Three hundred.
The Dragon: That motherfucker owes Mr. Brown fifteen thousand.
John Robinson: Fif- fifteen thousand?! You know what?[Holsters his gun] Drop him.
Charlie Robinson: He's kidding!
John Robinson: The hell I am. Drop the motherfucker.
Grace Santiago:[staggers towards platform women; pretending to be drunk] Hey! Hey! That's my man! Get your hands off my man! Are you bitches crazy?[pulls her sleeves and clenches her fists as she runs towards them] You wanna get hurt, that's what it is!
Woman on Platform: We're sorry, we didn't know it was your man!
Woman on Platform: We're sorry, Merry Christmas to you!
[they get behind the turnstiles]
Grace Santiago:[tries to attack them] Get the hell outta here! Yeah, you better run!
Woman on Platform:[to her friend as they leave the station] It's your fault! You started it!
Woman on Platform: Me? I didn't start anything!
Grace Santiago:[to John] I turn my back for one minute and you're doggin' me?
John: They were huuge!!
Charlie:[back at the booth] Oh, she's beautiful.
Grace Santiago:[positioning John on the poles] Now, you wait right there, all right. You wait right there, and don't you let me see you talkin' to -
[John blows his nose with his hand]
Grace Santiago: You nasty.[gives a male passerby a dirty look] What you lookin' at? I could kick your ass, too. Shit.
Donald Patterson: Did I say that? I didn't say that! All I said was... bad things tend to happen around you two. Some money got lost and I think you two can help me find it.
Charlie Robinson: How so?
Donald Patterson: You look for it!
John Robinson: Patterson.
Charlie Robinson: Came as soon as we could.
John Robinson: Hey, we heard over the scanners. WOO, what a mess. Look, if there's anything we could do to help.
Charlie Robinson: All you gotta do is ask.
Donald Patterson: What are you two bags of shirt doing here? You aren't cops no more.
John Robinson: Look man, we here trying to help.
Donald Patterson: Hey, sweet pie. How's your cock working now that you ain't got a badge no more?
John Robinson: WHAT?
Robert Patterson: Here's what I think of you fuck-up.[he spits at John]
John Robinson: You spit in my face.
Charlie Robinson: Hey, you aren't going to hit him.
John Robinson: Why not?
Charlie Robinson: Cause, I'm gonna hit him.
[John stops him]
John Robinson: NO NO NO, you're not going to hit him.
