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.
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: 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.