The Best Mr. Rate Quotes

Bob: Suppose I was looking for man who could make a 2200 yard cold bore shot. Who's alive that could do that?
Mr. Rate: Seems I heard about a shot like that being made not too long ago, said the guy's name was Bob Lee Swagger. Never met the man, so I wouldn't know him.
Bob: Ya, they said that all right.
Mr. Rate: They also said that artificial sweeteners were safe, WMDs were in Iraq, and Anna Nicole married for love.

Bob: Sake of argument, somebody other than him?
Mr. Rate: There was a guy in Russia. They locked his ass up. Another'n in France. I know he's dead. There was one guy, but he don't shoot no more. A brutal son of a bitch. Most boys shoot to kill. He'd shoot to wound, wait till his friends come to help, kill them too. Turned one target into four. Men, women, children. Killed them by the hundreds. The other side wanted him. Bad. Finally narrowed his hide down to an abandoned six-story building. They quit the subtle tactics. They called in an artillery strike. Leveled a square block. Brought the building down on his ass. Some say he crawled out of there. Some say he died. Never heard from him no more.
Bob: [recalling the man in the wheelchair, Michael Sandor] Fuck me.
Nick: What?
Bob: I met the son of a bitch.

Mr. Rate: The world ain't what it seems, is it, gunny?
Bob: No, Sir.
Mr. Rate: You keep that in mind.

Mr. Rate: Would've been a bad job to take, though.
Nick: How come?
Mr. Rate: Whoever took that shot's probably dead now. That's how conspiracy works. Them boys on the grassy knoll, they were dead within three hours. Buried in the damn desert. Unmarked graves out past Terlingua.
Nick: And you know this for a fact?
Mr. Rate: Still got the shovel!

[Nick sips coffee, chokes, coughs]
Mr. Rate: [smiling] Good coffee?
Nick: Yep.