Carl: Forget it. It's a toy company.
Martin Bishop: Toy company my ass. That's laser fencing. There's high voltage around the perimeter. The whole building says go away.
Carl: So it's a code breaker.
Martin Bishop: No. It's THE code breaker. No more secrets.
Carl: It's fascinating what fifty bucks will get you at the county recorder's office.
Martin Bishop: What have you got?
Carl: Playtronics Corporate Headquarters, the complete blueprints.
Martin Bishop: Not bad. Not bad, Carl.
Carl: Well, thanks.
Martin Bishop: Where'd you get the fifty bucks?
Carl: Took it from Mother's wallet.
Martin Bishop: Good.
Gregor: You won't know who to trust.
Donald Crease: You get all the fun stuff.
Whistler: I want peace on Earth and good will toward men.
Bernard Abbot: We are the United States government! We don't do that sort of thing!
Cosmo: I could not kill my friend. [Turns to Dick Gordon.] Kill my friend.
Mother: Warner just pulled up! He's got Liz with him!
Donald Crease: Oh no! Martin, I think you'd better hurry.
Martin Bishop: The one thing I can't do is hurry.
Donald Crease: Did I ever tell you why I had to leave the CIA?
Mother: Uh, no?
Donald Crease: My temper.
Martin Bishop: Whistler, you gotta do it.
Whistler: Do what?
Martin Bishop: You gotta drive. I'll talk you through it, now hurry.
Whistler: Drive what?
Cosmo: Martin Brice - my old and good friend who promised me we would not get in trouble and who, I might add, did not.
Liz: This is my last computer date.
Cosmo: Wait. A computer matched her with him? I don't think so.
Whistler: Anybody want to black out New England?
Gregor: Uh, new title: "Cultural Attache."
Martin Bishop: Unbelievable.
Gregor: Last few years has been very confusing for people in my line of work.
Dr. Gunter Janek: It would be a breakthrough of Gaussian proportions and allow us to acquire the solution in a dramatically more efficient manner.
Cosmo: Anyway, I couldn't have you talking to the Russians. Five years ago, yes, we could trust them not to go running to the F.B.I., or if they did we could trust the F.B.I. not to believe them, but today we can't trust anybody.
Dr. Elena Rhyzkov: I leave message here on service but you do not call.
Cosmo: You will give me the box, right now, or I will kill you, right now.
Cosmo: There's a war out there, old friend. A world war. And it's not about who's got the most bullets. It's about who controls the information. What we see and hear, how we work, what we think... it's all about the information.
