Yaskov:
I could make a run for it, you know.
Kendig:
Come on, Yaskov. You running, me chasing? We'd look like Laurel and Hardy.
Myerson:
Now I know what the FBI stands for. "Fucking, Ball-busting Imbeciles"!
Myerson:
The son of a bitch is dead, finally.
Cutter:
The son of a bitch better stay dead.
Yaskov:
We're having our picture taken.
Kendig:
That's Follett. He's an idiot. Probably no film in the camera.
Kendig:
Yours was gin and ginger ale, right?
Isobel von Schonenberg:
Mine was NEVER gin and ginger ale. Montrochet '69, right next to the beer.
Carla:
You seem like a nice man. You remind me of my father.
Kendig:
That's always been my problem.
[
Myerson, Cutter and Ross arrive at the heliport, about to make the strike on Kendig. Yaskov is waiting for them there]
Myerson:
[
growls] Now, I wanna know ...
Cutter:
I owe him one.
[
to Yaskov]
Cutter:
This is the quid-pro-quo, right?
[
Yaskov nods to Cutter, then smiles antagonistically at Myerson]
[
On the phone, tracing Kendig's location]
Myerson:
...You're kidding!
[
hangs up]
Myerson:
I don't believe this... I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!... Sorry, Beverly. He actually had the balls to hide out in MY HOUSE!
Kendig:
The cleaning lady will untie you in the morning.
Cutter:
I hope she's pretty...
Kendig:
Hey, Myerson. Say, I thought you were taller. I don't remember you being this short - how'd you get so short?
Myerson:
Up yours, Kendig.
Isobel von Schonenberg:
An American without ice in his drink is unthinable, if not unconstitutional!
Cutter:
Suppose you let me talk you out of this, before you find yourself at the bottom of a river, sipping sewage.
Isobel von Schonenberg:
Oh, do stop following me around. You're making my dog very nervous.
[
Her dogs starts barking at Follet]
Isobel von Schonenberg:
He detests the smell of stupidity.
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