"I knew this thing was bigger than me. Bigger than the Brancos. But I only had a glimpse of the whole picture. Like looking in the mirror and, for an instant, seeing what everyone else sees. A bad caricature of a better man."

"The Imperial Palace Hotel was a five-star, bona fide shithole. I needed to find out why guests were checking in by the busload and checking out by the bagload."

"[while playing his own theme on the piano] There it was -- the soundtrack to my life. And, for a few seconds, came harmony. Finally..."

"When you've lived the kind of life I've lived, reality comes at you through a different lens."

"This place was great. Really comfortable. I'm just gonna get settled in."

"I hadn't see it coming, but that wasn't surprising; it's hard to keep your eye on the ball through the bottom of a glass."

"Another dark, rainy night. Another police station. Another futile crusade for amends. Time moves forward, and nothing changes."

"I still didn't know how I'd gone from drinking myself numb in New Jersey to looting corpses in Brazil. But this was where I was -- five thousand miles from a home I couldn't go back to on another suicide mission to clean up a mess that wasn't even mine."

"Listen, if you still think I can do a job, what have I got to lose? Apart from the weight... Very funny, ha-ha. Yes, that is a fake laugh, you jerk."

"So I guess I had become what they wanted me to be. A killer. Some rent-a-clown with a gun who puts holes in other bad guys. Well, that's what they had paid for so, in the end that's what they got. Say what you want about Americans, but we understand capitalism. You buy yourself a product, and you get what you pay for. And these chumps had paid for some angry gringo without the sensibilities to know right from wrong. Here I was, about to execute this poor bastard like some dime store angel of death. And I realized, they were correct; I wouldn't know right from wrong if one of them was helping the poor and the other was banging my sister."

"The family we were protecting were local celebrities. Rich parasites with delusions of humanity. The kind of people who end up in glossy magazines or body bags depending on how their luck runs."

"[after trying to play a piano in the penthouse] It wasn't the time and I was still a little rusty, but the tune was coming together... just as this 'new start' of mine was about to come to a shuddering halt."

"[on shooting Tony] I don't know why I did it. Guess I never liked seeing girls get hit. But from that moment, I was dead in that town."

"Things were turning pretty ugly in this town. The boss's girl was gone, and part of me wished I was, too."

"A couple of more seconds, and I'd have given some poor street cleaner a crappy start to his day. Now? I had a ride to catch."

"There was a goddamn army of these goons. Clearly, somebody wanted these girls bad. Or maybe they assumed that Branco's security team consisted of more than a drunk American has-been and a Brazilian never-was who should've paid more attention in flying school."

"I had been shot more times than I could remember, but this felt different. Maybe fate was sending me a message. Trying to tell me my luck was finally about to run out. Or maybe I'd just severed an artery and was just bleeding out like any number of fools who got shot playing with guns. Either way, I was failing fast."

"At least one of us had a gun now. That raised our chances of survival all the way from 'nil' to 'slim'."

"I might've written the book on dumb ideas, but Passos sure wasn't afraid to pull from it."

"I had a hole in my second favorite drinking arm, and the only way we were likely to get Fabiana back now was in "installments". Whoever our uninvited guests were, I was about done playing soldier."

"Brewer: My boy, don't be afraid of the fires. You think they'll hurt ya. You think they'll char your skin and char your bones... But it'll make you clean in the long run! The joys of hygiene!"

"Up and out. Scramble away from what's left of your life over dead bodies and a few loose roof tiles."

"Passos: Yeah, I can see why you don't wanna leave this place, Max. It's real charming."

"Here I was, some hopped up gringo a long way from home, making trouble the only way I knew."

"The real security guards had been run off, paid off, or bumped off. That left us. It wasn't a fantastically comforting thought."

"Seemed like breaching the perimiter had been no more difficult than strolling through the front gates. But hey, who needs a Trojan Horse when the alarm is down and your standing army is a dame, a dork, and a... drunk?"

"I knew there was another way in upstairs for the helipad. The little luxury runaround that kept the rich looking down on the poor literally as well as metaphorically."

"Look at me. I'd been contracted to protect two people. One was being held in some hole, the other was sitting at his desk with a bullet in his head, and the company that had its logo on my paycheck was melting on top of my head."

"Way I see it, there's two types of people: Those who spend their lives trying to build a future, and those who spend their lives trying to rebuild the past. For too long, I'd been stuck in-between, hidden in the dark. What was I really doing, walking in there with my bad haircut and ridiculous shirt? Was I there to make something right? Or was I just using a messed up situation to indulge myself, grasping at some desperate delusion of control? Maybe the two went hand-in-hand more than I cared to admit."

"Wilson Da Silva: I'm a cop. I mean, I'll fight corruption. I'll stand up to the rich and dumb, but if I go up that hill right now? I'll be dead in three minutes or less. Maybe you, too, Max! You're in the jungle now!"

"First day off the sauce and, somehow, I'd still ended up in the gutter."

"Well, they weren't gonna help me. And who could blame them? I was a dumb American in a place where dumb Americans were less popular than the clap."

"I was trying to decide whether to crash this party or to turn back when my natural grace and finesse made the decision for me."

"It was Monday afternoon, and I'd already been thrown out of a party, gone to a strip club, and got into a bar fight. This latest mid-life crisis was certainly ticking all the boxes."

"That much security, it had to be Serrano's pad. Since I was in the neighborhood, I figured he wouldn't mind if I dropped in and thanked him personally for his "hospitality". It wasn't like he wasn't expecting me."

"[referring to a security guard] Some poor bastard quite literally on the graveyard shift. Must've been wondering why there were more bodies above ground than below. All I can hope for is that he didn't even hear the shot that killed him."

"Here I was again, halfway down the world and still looking at the bodies of women I was supposed to protect. Only difference now is, I didn't understand the language."

"I'd failed Rodrigo and I'd failed Fabiana. In that awful nightclub, the stadium, the docks... I'd been given enough chances to make this right, and I'd blown it. Perhaps this was my punishments from the Fates -- keep reliving the same mistakes for all eternity."

"I was still alive, and still not all that happy about it. Why did the easy way out never come? Maybe I thought I didn't deserve it."

"I was guessing these guys didn't spend their spare time studying the Geneva Convention."

"I had gone from out of luck to unarmed and shit out of luck. Another reminder -- not that I needed one -- that any low point can always go lower, as my new friends were about to find out."

"I decided I might as well follow them. I was lost and they were going somewhere, and it was the closest I was going to get to a plan."

"When half the local police force and a crew of paramilitary psychopaths wanna send you upstairs, I reasoned the crowd was as good a place as any. At least when we got shot, maybe some kind soul would take a video and put it on the internet."

"Short of riding in on a parade float, we couldn't have made our arrival more obvious."

"The fire was sucking oxygen from the room. I didn't care if I got shot the second I got out of there; I needed one more gulp of fresh air before I died. It was like the need for a wake-up whiskey after a two day bender."

"I knew this was gonna be a bad idea, but in the continued absence of any good ones, I decided to go with it."

"So this was the famous Panama Canal. We could've gone to the moon while I was passed out and I wouldn't have noticed."

"There was something firing these guys other than good old fashioned socialist zeal."

"I spotted Passos and Marcello. If I had known back then that they'd been up to no good while I was fighting my way through a band of violent paramilitaries and a worse hangover, I might not have wanted to get over to them so bad."

"News Anchor: And now, your local forecast: Boy, it's dark in some places, but it's sunny everywhere else."