“This is, uh... Shouldn't this be in the lock-up? I mean, I don't...” – Ned Trent, The Specialist ... Movie Quotes Database

[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?

[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?