Julia: Look, I'm sorry.
Rick Santoro: Who gives a shit if you're sorry?
Julia: What are you mad at me for?
Rick Santoro: Because I didn't have to know! You decided to have this problem, not me! My world would've gone on turning just fine, but now, either way I look, I have to do something that I don't wanna do. Do you I understand, I do not wanna do this.
Rick Santoro: Well, fuck you.
Rick Santoro: Who the hell do you think you are, lady? Sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong. You were a number cruncher. Just crunch the goddamn numbers.
Kevin Dunne: Don't give me that wounded look. You haven't got the face for it.
Kevin Dunne: I was three feet away from a known terrorist, and I had my eyes buried in some broad's tits.
Rick Santoro: Well, Kevin, this may not make you feel better, but don't you see? That's what she was there for. That was the plan. To give you a boner. And you got one. Congratulations, you're human.
'Ricky' Santoro: It isn't lying! You just tell them what you did right, and you leave out the rest.
Rick: I'm betting that the redhead you followed is the same person who told Tyler to throw the fight. She's one. Shooter's two. Tyler's three. The drunk who shouted the signal is four and whoever was on the other end of that radio is five. Five people make a conspiracy, right?