- Carmelo Johns: Fuck the New Founding Fathers!
- [fires gun upwards]
- Carmelo Johns: Fuck You! Fuck your money! And motherfuck the Purge!
- [first lines]
- Title Card: America. 2023. Unemployment is below 5%. Crime is virtually non-existent while every year fewer and fewer people live below the poverty line. All thanks to...
- Title Card: The Purge: anarchy.
- Big Daddy: We found your car Sergeant. Your plates told us who you were. It was easy to see where you were headed tonight. Hell, I would've done the same thing. The unwritten Purge rule: don't save lives. Tonight we take lives. We make things manageable. Unfortunately the citizens aren't killing enough. So we supplement it all to keep things balanced. It's important work the NFFA does and we can't have any interference. We can't have heroes... oh no sir... no heroes. I hope you feel cleansed. Blessed be America, a nation reborn.
- Cali: I'm gonna go get Papa for dinner.
- Eva Sanchez: He said don't bother him.
- Cali: Yeah. I just wanna see if he's awake.
- [leaving]
- Cali: Mom!
- Eva Sanchez: What? What is it?
- Cali: Mom, come here!
- Eva Sanchez: What's wrong? Where's Papa?
- Cali: [showing her the note he left] Look at this.
- Eva Sanchez: What is this?
- Papa Rico: [narrating as she reads] "Dearest Eva and Cali, my greatest heartache is seeing the two girls I love so much struggling in this world. I am dying, you know this. I'll be a martyr for a wealthy family tonight. They paid me for this service. $100,000 will be transferred into your accounts, my darlings. Take their money. Survive the night and live a safe life. I love you."
- Cali: I know you. You once said that the market mentality would no longer keep the American people stunted. "We are outraged and we're fighting back."
- Carmelo Johns: Nice to meet you, too, young lady.
- Eva Sanchez: There's a lot of them out here.
- Carmelo Johns: Yeah, well, there's more of us. We're more pissed off. It's time for them to feel what it's like. Change only comes when their blood spills.
- Eva Sanchez: Who the fuck are you?
- The Stranger: Nobody special. Just some people who don't necessarily agree with the Purge is all.
- Cali: [recognizing the logo on his gunstrap] You're with Carmelo Johns.
- The Stranger: Yes.
- Sergeant: [after Shane is killed] We gotta go. Look at me. He's gone. Come on.
- Liz: I wanna Purge.
- The Stranger: Look, we'll take care of her.
- Sergeant: Are you sure?
- The Stranger: [Carmelo nods] Go. We got it.
- Cali: This is some high-tech shit. Yo, somebody spent a lot of money trying to do some heavy-duty Purging. Look at this. They're accessing the city's traffic cams. Looking for targets, I guess.
- Liz: Traffic cams are controlled by the government. How did they get into these? I mean, who are these people?
- Cali: Maybe you just answered your own question.
- Sergeant: Look at this. Seventh Street. Is that your building?
- Eva Sanchez: Yeah, but why is it all red?
- Sergeant: You're being targeted for something, along with all these other buildings. Here, here. All over the city.
- Eva Sanchez: All around the projects. Maybe you were right, Cali.
- Cali: Look, I'm telling you, this is the New Founding Fathers. The government...
- Shane: The truck is fucked.
- Sergeant: No good?
- Shane: No, the engine's all blown out or something.
- Cali: [seeing a logo tagged on a brick wall] Hey, look at this. That's Carmelo's mark, Mom. I told Papa he was the real deal. His group took these fuckers out.
- Carmelo Johns: The NFFA pigs are wrong. They're fucking wrong! Profit-making is not the essence of democracy. Wake up, people. Wake up! It's time to take a stand. Tonight, we write our message in blood. Their blood!
- Eva Sanchez: You want to tell us what we're doing here?
- Sergeant: Do you see that house on the corner? The owner of that house killed my son 12 months ago. Nicholas was coming home from school, and he swerved off the road. That bastard's blood alcohol level was three times the legal limit, but, you know, he got off on a technicality, so... him and his wife and his two little kids, well, they live in that house, happily ever after. Two weeks ago, I came here and I disabled his back barricade. That's what we're doing here. I want you both to stay in this car, do you understand me? I don't want you to move. You'll be safe. It's almost over.
- Cali: Don't, please.
- Sergeant: Let go of my arm.
- Cali: You can just stay here with us. And we can drive away and it'll be fine.
- Sergeant: Let go of my arm. Let go of my arm.
- Cali: No, please. I know. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry about what happened to your son.
- Sergeant: [shouting] Let go of my arm!
- Eva Sanchez: [at a friend's apartment] I don't know how to thank you.
- Sergeant: Okay, if you can just tell her I need the car right now, that would be really great.
- Eva Sanchez: I know what you're doing tonight. You're going out there to kill someone who wronged you. You believe in this night, don't you?
- Sergeant: I think you should just take care of your daughter. She's special, and you're very lucky. And I need the car.
- Eva Sanchez: There is no car.
- Sergeant: What?
- Eva Sanchez: I'm sorry, they don't have a car. But we needed you.
- Sergeant: And I needed the car.
- Eva Sanchez: I-I did what I had to. I did it for my daughter.
- Sergeant: I was doing this for my son. And I trusted you. You have no idea what you might have taken away from me tonight.
- Cali: I don't understand.
- Eva Sanchez: It's how the wealthy Purge, baby. They buy poor and sick people, and they take them in their homes and they kill them where they're safe.
- Cali: Oh, my God. It's just like Carmelo said. Why would Papa do that? I don't understand why he would do that. He's... okay, he must have left something that could tell us where he went.
- Eva Sanchez: Cali.
- Cali: Like his... his phone. We should call his phone.
- Eva Sanchez: Cali.
- Cali: We could stop him.
- [she sees his wallet, watch, and phone on the dresser]
- Eva Sanchez: Cali...
- Cali: Okay, that's fine. We can do something about this. I don't know what, but we can do something about it.
- Eva Sanchez: Cali, stop. Just stop. He's gone. He's gone.
- Sergeant: Get out of the car. Leave the keys and get out of the car. Get out of the car!
- Old Elegant Woman: [as he holds his gun on her] Oh! Oh, God, no! No, don't shoot me. No. No, don't shoot me.
- Sergeant: Look at me!
- Old Elegant Woman: Please, don't shoot me.
- Sergeant: You don't deserve to live, you piece of shit. You remember me, okay? You remember me. Now, run. Run! Run! Faster!
- Shane: [after getting shot] He wasn't lying. This shit hurts.
- Liz: Oh, I'm sorry. You scared the shit out of me. I thought I was losing you. But I still think we should tell your sister.
- Shane: [after a moment, he realizes she's teasing him] You're an asshole.
- Liz: [laughing] I'm sorry.
- Shane: That's not funny.
- Liz: I'm sorry.
- Shane: No, I got shot.
- Liz: Oh, are you gonna use this excuse for the rest of our lives?
- Shane: Well, at least the rest of the night.
- Deranged Woman: I'm doing God's work. He uses an earthquake, a virus. Population under control. The masses nourish and flourish. I am that virus tonight. I am a one-woman fucking plague. And you're all in my path! I am the Holy Trinity. Oh, I am the Holy Trinity. I am the Holy Trinity. I am the Father Fucker, Son of a Bitch, and Holy Shit! And my MP-9 silver-tipped Auto Magnum. The right arm of the free world and the left hand of God!
- Shane: Is anyone else kind of curious about this guy?
- Liz: I'm just glad that he's out here with us.
- Shane: Yeah, me, too. But we all got stuck out here, and he chose to be. That means he's Purging.
- Sergeant: Hey. Let's go.
- Eva Sanchez: Are you saying that we shouldn't trust him? He saved our lives.
- Shane: All I'm saying is that he's out here armed to the teeth, on Purge night, voluntarily. That means he's trying to do something nasty.
- Sergeant: I can hear you.
- Sergeant: Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at my face. Do you remember me ? Look at my face. Do you know what you took from me ? You took my boy. You took my boy. You took my fucking boy. You took my son. You killed my son, you son of bitch.
- Warren Grass: I'm so sorry.
- Sergeant: Look at me, look at my face. Did you see him when you hit him? Did you see him? Tell me what he looks like! Tell me what he looked like! Tell me what he looks like! Tell me you saw his face, tell me you saw his face. You're gonna pay for what you did to me, for what you did to my boy.
- Warren Grass: I'm so sorry for what I did.