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Jesus! What?! You want money?! | Shut the fuck up. |
Gentlemen-- | This is <u>bullshit</u>. Someone's mixing up a bunch of half-truths to ruin me and to ruin my case. |
This is <u>bullshit</u>. Someone's mixing up a bunch of half-truths to ruin me and to ruin my case. | Who would do that? |
Who would do that? | Maybe Bellmoth. Maybe the unions. I don't know. |
Maybe Bellmoth. Maybe the unions. I don't know. | Well until we find, you're gonna have to take a leave of absence. |
Well until we find, you're gonna have to take a leave of absence. | You're firing me. |
You're firing me. | A leave of absence. Until we've sorted this all out. |
A leave of absence. Until we've sorted this all out. | Put David on it. He seems anxious to clear my name. |
Put David on it. He seems anxious to clear my name. | Bobby-- |
Bobby-- | Fuck off. |
Well that's why I'm here, Mr. Dean. 'Cause you're a labor lawyer. | Good point. |
Good point. | Last night, Larry Spinks, he works the Steel Press, he goes to a bar with his wife Rosalie to have a glass of chianti 'cause it's his birthday, and these two guys, these Guido mother-fuckers, they jump him when he goes to the bathroom. |
Last night, Larry Spinks, he works the Steel Press, he goes to a bar with his wife Rosalie to have a glass of chianti 'cause it's his birthday, and these two guys, these Guido mother-fuckers, they jump him when he goes to the bathroom. | L.T., in this office I'd prefer you say Italian-Americans. |
L.T., in this office I'd prefer you say Italian-Americans. | I'm sorry, Mr. Dean. But Larry's in St. Lukes now, so I'm a little--I'm not myself. The Union bosses say unless we take Bellmoth's offer, it'll only get worse. |
I'm sorry, Mr. Dean. But Larry's in St. Lukes now, so I'm a little--I'm not myself. The Union bosses say unless we take Bellmoth's offer, it'll only get worse. | That's because your Union bosses <u>are</u> those Guido mother-fuckers. |
That's because your Union bosses <u>are</u> those Guido mother-fuckers. | I don't under-- |
I don't under-- | The Union's trying to railroad you into accepting terms worse than what you have now. |
The Union's trying to railroad you into accepting terms worse than what you have now. | Why would the Union-- |
Robert-- | Where's Stacy? |
Where's Stacy? | She doesn't want to talk to you. |
She doesn't want to talk to you. | What are you talking-- |
What are you talking-- | She can't talk to you right now. |
She can't talk to you right now. | Why? |
Why? | Because she's reading the newspaper, you asshole. |
Bobby? Piece of advice? | Yeah? |
Yeah? | Turn yourself in. |
Turn yourself in. | Jerry? |
Jerry? | Yeah? |
Yeah? | Go fuck yourself. |
Well we'd sure like to help you. | You would? |
You would? | Yes. But we can't. |
Yes. But we can't. | Why not? |
Why not? | Because we, and our associates, have paid out hundreds of thousands of dollars to shyster lawyers like you, <u>because</u> of shyster lawyers like you, and we'd just as soon sit back and sip a beer while you get ass-banged by as many people as possible. |
"I know thy works and thy labour and how thou canst not bear them that are evil. And thou hast tried them who say they are apostles and hast found them to be liars". Revelations II. | What the hell does it mean? |
What the hell does it mean? | It means who's side are you on? |
It means who's side are you on? | You didn't ask me to meet you 30 miles from my office for a Bible study class. |
You didn't ask me to meet you 30 miles from my office for a Bible study class. | It's a bi-partisan issue. Everyone needs to swallow hard. No one, including you, wants to be fingered as the one obstructing efforts to crack down on terrorism, and-- |
It's a bi-partisan issue. Everyone needs to swallow hard. No one, including you, wants to be fingered as the one obstructing efforts to crack down on terrorism, and-- | Fuck you. |
Fuck you. | What? |
What? | I said fuck you. |
I said fuck you. | Is that anyway to talk to an old school chum? |
Is that anyway to talk to an old school chum? | You're gonna finger me as soft on terrorism? <i>Terrorism,</i> you unconscionable asshole? |
You're gonna finger me as soft on terrorism? <i>Terrorism,</i> you unconscionable asshole? | There are planes falling out of the sky, buildings blowing up. <i>American</i> buildings. <i>Americans</i> getting bombs in the mail. What are we gonna do!? |
There are planes falling out of the sky, buildings blowing up. <i>American</i> buildings. <i>Americans</i> getting bombs in the mail. What are we gonna do!? | We're not gonna hand you and your band of lunatics the keys to the kingdom. I'm not gonna sit in Congress and write a law that allows the NSA to point a camera and a microphone at anything they damn well feel like. And the next time you have something to say to me, we do it above-board, in my office, like everyone else... |
I sit on top of the greatest intelligence gathering organization in human history. Why can't I bring in a man whose name <i>is in the</i> <i><u>fucking</i></u> <i><u>phonebook</i></u>?! | He's clever. He had help. |
He's clever. He had help. | He's clever? He had help? Oh. |
He's clever? He had help? Oh. | Sir-- |
Sir-- | No, no, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were hoping to be transferred to a weathership outside Greenland. |
No, no, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were hoping to be transferred to a weathership outside Greenland. | I just meant-- |
I just meant-- | I don't care if he's Solomon with Saint Joseph sitting in his <u>lap</u>. I want the tape and I want him. Now is-- |
It was pulsing on your SAT frequencies. | I don't know what's going on, but if you people have tripped over your own asshole again, you're not gonna get any help from us. It's ending at your doorstep. |
Ouch! See - you're always beating me..! | You bastard, I was believing you! |
You're wearing the thimble. | Of course. You idiot. I always wear it. I've always worn it. I've always loved you. |
Good morning! | Could I trouble you for some water? |
Could I trouble you for some water? | Yes, of course. So, golly, where have you come from? |
Yes, of course. So, golly, where have you come from? | I desperately need a jeep. There's been an accident. |
I desperately need a jeep. There's been an accident. | I see. |
I see. | No, I'm not thinking clearly - I need a doctor too, to come with me, can I take this vehicle? I'll pay, of course - and some morphine and
Seventy miles - I can be back here by dusk. |
No, I'm not thinking clearly - I need a doctor too, to come with me, can I take this vehicle? I'll pay, of course - and some morphine and
Seventy miles - I can be back here by dusk. | Do you have your papers, sir? |
Do you have your papers, sir? | What? |
What? | If I could just see some identification. |
If I could just see some identification. | Am I not talking sense? - forgive me, I'm, I've been walking, I've - there's a woman badly injured at Gilf Kebir, in the Cave of Swimmers. I am a member of the Royal Geographical Society. |
Am I not talking sense? - forgive me, I'm, I've been walking, I've - there's a woman badly injured at Gilf Kebir, in the Cave of Swimmers. I am a member of the Royal Geographical Society. | Right. And what's your name, sir? |
Right. And what's your name, sir? | Count Laszlo de Almásy. The Officer is writing this down. A glance at his Corporal. |
Count Laszlo de Almásy. The Officer is writing this down. A glance at his Corporal. | Almásy - would you mind just spelling that for me? What nationality would that be? |
Almásy - would you mind just spelling that for me? What nationality would that be? | Look, listen to me. A woman is dying - my wife! - is dying seventy miles from here. I have been walking for three days! I don't want to spell my name, I want you to give me this jeep! |
Look, listen to me. A woman is dying - my wife! - is dying seventy miles from here. I have been walking for three days! I don't want to spell my name, I want you to give me this jeep! | I understand you are agitated - perhaps you would like to sit down while I radio back to HQ - |
I understand you are agitated - perhaps you would like to sit down while I radio back to HQ - | No! NO! Don't radio anybody, just give me the fucking jeep! |
And where are the Expedition Maps? | In my room. |
In my room. | Those maps belong to His Majesty's Government. They're confidential. They shouldn't be left lying around for any Tom, Dick or Mary to have sight of. |
Those maps belong to His Majesty's Government. They're confidential. They shouldn't be left lying around for any Tom, Dick or Mary to have sight of. | What's the matter with you? |
What's the matter with you? | Don't be so bloody naïve. You know there's a war breaking out. This arrived this morning. By order of the British Government - all International Expeditions to be aborted by May 1939. |
Hana? Hana? Are you alright? | Don't touch me if you're going to try and fuck me. |
Don't touch me if you're going to try and fuck me. | I'll have some of your water. It's hot. |
Is it you? If I said Moose
I look different, fuck, why shouldn't you? | Moose. |
Moose. | First wedding anniversary - what do you call it? |
First wedding anniversary - what do you call it? | I don't know. Paper. Is it? Paper? I don't remember. |
You get to the morning and the poison leaks away, doesn't it? Black nights, fucking black nights, when you want to howl like a dog. I thought I would kill you. You killed my friends, you ruined my hands. But the girl was always here, like some Guardian Angel. | You can't kill me. I died years ago. |
You can't kill me. I died years ago. | No, now I can't kill you. |
Gin? Where the hell are you? | I'm in the middle. |
I'm in the middle. | In the middle? You've got the Mask, why don't we have him? |
In the middle? You've got the Mask, why don't we have him? | He's on to something bigger. |
He's on to something bigger. | Listen to me. Whatever you're doing, stop. Pull out. |
Listen to me. Whatever you're doing, stop. Pull out. | Too late now. |
Too late now. | Tell me where you are, or just leave the line open so I can trace you. |
Tell me where you are, or just leave the line open so I can trace you. | I'm going to get him, I promise you. |
Your share. | Get the hell in. |
They work off the O2 tank just like the slice pack. | Which is-- |
Which is-- | In the van. |
In the van. | Tina was a wonderful woman. |
Tina was a wonderful woman. | Don't go getting sentimental. You're no damn good at it. |
Right. | Because I never assume anything. |
Because I never assume anything. | I need you to get one more thing for me. A dress, elegant but sexy, something Grace Kelly would wear. Maybe a Balenciaga. |
I need you to get one more thing for me. A dress, elegant but sexy, something Grace Kelly would wear. Maybe a Balenciaga. | That's it, I sure as hell ain't no personal shopper. |
That's it, I sure as hell ain't no personal shopper. | Black of course. |
Oh, look at me, darling. I thought this gentleman was a waiter. | You damn well thought wrong. |
You damn well thought wrong. | I'm terribly sorry old man. |
... what we do in here is keep track of all the case files. That way, at any time, we can find out a case's status -- where it is in the office, stuff like that. We file 'em all here, alphabetically -- | Oh, hell. I'm dyslexic. |
Oh, hell. I'm dyslexic. | That's a joke, right? |
What the hell is this doing here? | It's those files you asked for. |
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