Ned Trent quotes from The Specialist (1994)

View Quote [blocks off old couple trying to get on elevator with him and his goons] Where are you going? Hey, use the stairs, this one's full. Get outta here! [notices the old man's brightly colored shirt] Get a new shirt.

View Quote [At the Miami PD bomb squad office, Ned Trent is frustrated at the police's stonewalling of full cooperation with him, and notices a workbench]
Ned Trent: This is, uh... Shouldn't this be in the lock-up? I mean, I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong. You guys are the experts. Maybe you don't need me. I mean, like what is this? This is... [smells] This is Semtex. Am I right? Plastique, correct? Plastic explosive. Am I right? You're the expert. This could blow up this whole area, and if this area goes... the whole building could go up. [starts assembling a bomb] Am I right? I don't know. Maybe if I put this in here... What else do we have here? This is a plunger detonator, right? And that's a little mini-receiver. This looks like American circuitry to me. Call me a patriot, but American craftsmanship is the greatest. Watch. Here we go. Let's see. Perfect fit, first time, every time. Screw it on. One little twist. And, voila. A perfect receiver bomb. Which of course is absolutely worthless without a ... transmitter, but hey [activates console] Twenty seconds, and we're hot. [puts plunger detonator to bomb package offers bomb to officer] Okay, now deactivate it, you sanctimonious prick!
Officer: Cut that shit Trent!
Ned: Oh yeah? Huh?
Officer: Okay, you made your point, all right?
Ned: Have I? Huh?
Officer: That's enough!
Ned: What do you mean that's enough? You think I give a sh*t if this whole **** block goes up?! I don't! You've had enough. Is that what you're saying? [tosses bomb at officer]
Officer: Yes, that's what I'm saying. Enough is enough! I can't do it.
Ned: [reads clock] Twelve.
Officer: What the hell, are you crazy or something? [gives detonator back to Trent, but the clock still ticks down]
Ned: I'm the craziest person you'll ever meet in your life. Six. Five. Four. Three.
Officer: Please!
Ned: [turns off bomb] Now, here's a tip you take care of the shit work. And leave the fox at the party to me. Okay? We on the same page? Ace?

View Quote [Ray responds to another BBS message board ad's number but something is not right with the response]
Ray Quick: Who is this?
Woman: She's okay. She wants to meet you.
Ray: No, I don't think so. Put Trent on the line.
Woman: What did you say?
Ray: Trent. He's standing next to you. I want to talk to him. Put him on the line! [woman puts down her headset and Ray's voice booms inside the police surveillance room] Ned, can you hear me? Talk to me. Talk to me, Ned. Your playmates know what kind of man you are? Why the Agency fired you? That killing people was like jerking off for you? Watching those bloody bodies going though the air gets you off. [as Trent nudges an officer to run a trace] Talk to me. When you crawl into your hole at night alone... and you are alone, aren't you? Tell me what burns you the most. Losing your job as a CIA attack dog... or knowing that I turned you in and I'm still alive? Talk to me! You'll sell your service to the highest bidder! You stinking maggot!
Ned Trent: **** you, Ray! **** YOU!!! You killed! Your bombs! How many? 10, 50, 100, before you lost count? It was your bombs on the bridge in Bogota! Your bomb in the cabana! But you're getting sloppy, Ray. You broke your famous code, didn't you? You killed an innocent bystander, Ray and it's just is eating you up inside, isn't it? You were always too **** sensitive, but guess what? I'm coming Ray. I'm coming to take all the pain away. I'm gonna **** cut it right out of you, and I'm gonna close your heart in my hand. I'm right behind you and I know you. I know you!
Ray: You've got no mercy. You got no **** loyalty. And you got no code.
Ned: Listen to me, you son of a bitch-
Ray: [looks at watch] All right Time's up, 58 seconds. [hangs up]
Ned: Ray? Ray! [tries recorder] Goddamn it! Son of a bitch! [pries out and throws down tape reel] I'll **** kill you! I'll vaporize your ass! [everybody in the room looks at him] What're you looking at? Turn around! Nobody... says a word. [to tech] Tell me that you got a trace. Just tell me.