Premium Rush 2012 quotes

Hey! Hey, excuse me, messenger guy. That envelope you picked up, I gotta ask for it back.

Who are you?

Forrest J. Ackerman, head of Campus Security. The woman who gave you the envelope, she's not authorized to use the school account. It's an internal matter I've been investigating. Not your problem. Can I have the envelope, please?

Yeah, the thing is, once it goes in the bag, it's gotta stay in the bag unless I hear from a dispatcher.

Fine. Call him. I'll talk to him. I got the receipt right here.

Nima gave that to you?

Who?

Nima. You don't know the name of the woman you're investigating?

Yeah. Nima, right. I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. Your mouth was full.

Thing is, man, company I work for, it's called "Security Courier." The "Security" part means that once people give us their shit, we don't just hand it out to random strangers on the street, so... Listen, I just spent $7 on this delicious urban food log, so if you'd step aside and let me eat, that'd be great.

What's your name?

Wilee.

Wilee. Wile E? Like the coyote? That's cute.

Thanks.

You got a real name? A girlfriend? Family? People who give a shit if they see you again?

Who are you, man?

I'm the guy you don't **** with.

Hold my log.

Hey!

Have a nice day, douche bag!

You know how they say, "There's enough to go around for everybody"? There isn't. Give me the ticket. [Chinatown merchants see what's going on and go inside] You know the thing about these folks? They never testify. [reveals his concealed-carry pistol] Who's to say you didn't lunge at me? Give me the ticket. [hears a bell and turns to see bike messengers approaching] What, is that your backup?

Yup. Them, too. Suck it, douche bag!

Get off me! Stay the hell off me! I said stay away! [Wilee escapes and the messengers ride away; Monday turns to see Chinese gangsters approaching him, but doesn't notice Sudoku Man] Yeah, what? What, huh? I'm a cop, you zipperheads. What are you going to do? [Sudoku Man shoots him in the back of the head and leaves] What? Wait a second. Wait a second. [stumbles back to his car and opens the door] I need a... Okay... Okay, just gimme a break. I need to think for a second...

You picked up an envelope from Nima at the college office at 5:30, where is it?

Jesus, what is it with this envelope? People love it, they hate it, they gotta have it, they gotta get rid of it! It's like cigarettes or Democrats.

This douchebag tried to...

I can hear you.

Sorry, uh, a guy tried to rob me and run me over with his car.

Are you injured?

No.

Do you want to file a complaint?

No, I want him arrested, it's like attempted vehicular manslaughter, or whatever.

Is it, your Honor? Have a seat, someone will be right out to take your statement.

I also have a picture of his license plate number.

That's fantastic. Have a seat, someone will be right with you.

Thank you, for your concern.

Mr. Lin

If you lose the ticket I cannot give you back the money. You understand? This ticket now is money... for whoever holds it. If you have problems you don't call the police. You call this number. The Hawala system settles its own problems.

I can't work in an office. I don't like wearing suits. I like to ride. Fixed gear, steel frame, no brakes. The bike cannot coast. The pedals never stop turning. Can't stop. Don't want to either. There are 1,500 bike messengers on the streets of New York City. You can e-mail it, FedEx it, fax it, scan it, but when none of that shit works and this thing has to be at that place by this time, you need us. Some of us get killed out here. Pedestrians are a menace. Cabs are killers. One time or another we all get hit. Sometimes we gotta hit back. And we stick together, 'cause most people just wish we'd get off the street. "Go get a haircut. Take a shower. Get out of the way." They have no idea why anyone would risk their lives in a death maze for 80 bucks on a good day. But if you're out here thinking about the money, you're not gonna be around to spend it.