Gib: Kids ten seconds of joy 30 years of misery I got married 3 times but was never dumb enough to have any.
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Gib: Kids ten seconds of joy 30 years of misery I got married 3 times but was never dumb enough to have any.
Gib: Son of a bitch is with her two minutes, and she's ready to bear his children.
Helen Tasker: I married Rambo!
Gib: Women. Can't live with 'em. Can't kill 'em!
Harry: ... We're cool, we're badasses, blah, blah, blah.
Harry: Well, you see, this is the problem with terrorists. They're really inconsiderate when it comes to people's schedules.
Gib: Kids - 10 seconds of joy, 30 years of misery.
Gib: You aren't her parents anymore, her parents are Axl Rose and Madonna, you can't compete with that kind of bombardment.
Harry: What can I say? I'm a spy.
Harry: There *is* no us, you psychopathic bitch!
Gib: Yeah, I remember the first time I got shot out of a cannon.
Harry: ... We're cool, we're badasses, blah, blah, blah.
Harry: There *is* no us, you psychopathic bitch!
Faisil: They call him the Sand Spider. Spencer Trilby: Why? Faisil: Probably because it sounds scary.
Simon: You see, it's not just a car. It's a total image. An identity you have to go for. This isn't some high-tech sports car. Tell you the truth, it doesn't even handle that great. But that's not the idea, is it? What are we talking about here? Pussy, right? Harry: Absolutely. Simon: Let's face it, Harry. The 'Vette gets 'em wet.
Simon: Did you read the papers yesterday? Helen Tasker: Yes. Simon: Sometimes a story's a mask for a covert operation. See "Two men killed in a restroom and two unidentified men in a running shootout ending at the Marriot." Helen Tasker: That was you. Harry Tasker: Simon: You see... Harry Tasker: That was me. Simon: You're very good. You recognize my style. You're a natural at this. Gib: The guy's a fake, man. He's taking credit for our moves. Helen Tasker: What happened? Simon: Hardly worth talking about. Two of them won't bother me again. Gib: Unbelievable! Helen Tasker: You chased one? Simon: Something came over me. I just had to nail this guy no matter what the risk. Pretty hairy. I thought he had me a couple of times. But I can't take credit. Helen Tasker: Why not? Simon: It's the training. It shapes you into a lethal instrument. You react in a microsecond without thinking. Gib: I'm startin' to like this guy. Gib: We still gotta kill him. That's a given. You know.
Gib: Harry, do you realize it has, in fact, been 10 years since you've been behind the wheel of one of these things? Harry Tasker: If I break it, they can take it outta my pay.
Gib: Do you think she's still a virgin? Harry: Dont be ridiculous, she's only - -what is she now? Gib: She's fourteen! Harry: She's fourteen years old! Gib: Yeah, and her little hormones are going off like a car alarm.
Faisil: Hey, watch it. Gib: It's called ice, and it gets a little slick.
Harry: Put a tap on her phone. Gib: What are you talking about? I already did that. Harry: I'm talking about Helen's. Put a tap on her office line and the line to my house. Do it NOW. Gib: Okay. All right. Just come over her. Sounds great. I just wanna ask you about something. Gib: I got two words to describe that idea, in-sane. An unauthorized wire tap is a felony, pard... Harry: And we're doing it twenty times a day! So don't give me that crap.
Helen Tasker: No, I can't. I can't! Simon: If not for me, Helen, do it for your country!
Faisil: Yes! Files are unlocked! Fast Faisil strikes again. I'm doing, man! I've got my hand up her skirt, and I AM GOIN... Gib: Just copy the goddam files, OK?
Faisil: It's a scale really, with a perfect mission at one end and a total pooch screw at the other, and we're right about in the middle. Spencer Trilby: You're new on Harry's team, aren't you? Faisil: Yes. Spencer Trilby: So what makes you think that the slack I cut him in anyway translates to you?
Simon: You see, it's not just a car. It's a total image. An identity you have to go for. This isn't some high-tech sports car. Tell you the truth, it doesn't even handle that great. But that's not the idea, is it? What are we talking about here? Pussy, right? Harry Tasker: Absolutely. Simon: Let's face it, Harry. The 'Vette gets 'em wet.
Albert Gibson: Yeah, I remember the first time I got shot out of a cannon.
Simon: Did you read the papers yesterday? Helen Tasker: Yes. Simon: Sometimes a story's a mask for a covert operation. See "Two men killed in a restroom and two unidentified men in a running shootout ending at the Marriot." Helen Tasker: That was you. Harry Tasker: Simon: You see... Harry Tasker: That was me. Simon: You're very good. You recognize my style. You're a natural at this. Albert Gibson: The guy's a fake, man. He's taking credit for our moves. Helen Tasker: What happened? Simon: Hardly worth talking about. Two of them won't bother me again. Albert Gibson: Unbelievable! Helen Tasker: You chased one? Simon: Something came over me. I just had to nail this guy no matter what the risk. Pretty hairy. I thought he had me a couple of times. But I can't take credit. Helen Tasker: Why not? Simon: It's the training. It shapes you into a lethal instrument. You react in a microsecond without thinking. Albert Gibson: I'm startin' to like this guy. Albert Gibson: We still gotta kill him. That's a given. You know.
Albert Gibson: Women. Can't live with 'em. Can't kill 'em!
Harry Tasker: Well, you see, this is the problem with terrorists. They're really inconsiderate when it comes to people's schedules.
Harry Tasker: ... We're cool, we're badasses, blah, blah, blah.
Albert Gibson: Harry, do you realize it has, in fact, been 10 years since you've been behind the wheel of one of these things? Harry Tasker: If I break it, they can take it outta my pay.
Albert Gibson: Do you think she's still a virgin? Harry Tasker: Dont be ridiculous, she's only - -what is she now? Albert Gibson: She's fourteen! Harry Tasker: She's fourteen years old! Albert Gibson: Yeah, and her little hormones are going off like a car alarm.
Albert Gibson: You aren't her parents anymore, her parents are Axl Rose and Madonna, you can't compete with that kind of bombardment.
Faisil: Hey, watch it. Albert Gibson: It's called ice, and it gets a little slick.
Albert Gibson: Kids. 10 seconds of joy, 30 years of misery.
Harry Tasker: Put a tap on her phone. Albert Gibson: What are you talking about? I already did that. Harry Tasker: I'm talking about Helen's. Put a tap on her office line and the line to my house. Do it NOW. Albert Gibson: Okay. All right. Just come over her. Sounds great. I just wanna ask you about something. Albert Gibson: I got two words to describe that idea, in-sane. An unauthorized wire tap is a felony, pard... Harry Tasker: And we're doing it twenty times a day! So don't give me that crap.
Faisil: Yes! Files are unlocked! Fast Faisil strikes again. I'm doing, man! I've got my hand up her skirt, and I AM GOIN... Albert Gibson: Just copy the goddam files, OK?
