:bears::bears: Old Man: In the church, they say to forgive. Creasy: Forgiveness is between them and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting. Lisa: What are you gonna do? Creasy: What I do best. I'm gonna kill 'em. Anyone that was involved. Anybody who profited from it. Anybody who opens their eyes at me. Lisa: You kill 'em all. Creasy: I got all the time in the world. *You* don't, but I do. Rayburn: A man can be an artist at anything, food or whatever if you're good enough at it. Creasy's art is death, and he's about to paint his masterpiece! Mariana: He's protected better than our president. Creasy: He's gonna need it.
[Creasy has rectally inserted a five minute time bomb into Fuentes] Fuentes: A last wish, please, please. Please. Creasy: Last wish? I wish you had more time.
