Liz: This is my last computer date.
Cosmo: Wait. A computer matched her with him? I don't think so.
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: You will give me the box, right now, or I will kill you, right now.
Mother: Uh, could we maybe just go back to the "they might kill us" part?
Mother: Okay, boss, this LTX-71 concealable mike is part of the same system that NASA used when they faked the Apollo Moon landings. They had the astronauts broadcast around the world from a sound stage at Norton Air Force Base in San Bernadino, California. So it worked for them, shouldn't give us too many problems.
Donald Crease: There isn't a government on this planet that wouldn't kill us all for that thing.
Dr. Werner Brandes: Hi, my name is Werner Brandes. My voice is my passport. Verify Me.
Mother: They've even got photos of the guy leaving the embassy, through the back service entrance. Hey, Crease, you on?
Donald Crease: Yeah, I'm on.
Mother: Were you still in C.I.A. in '72?
Donald Crease: Yeah, why?
Mother: Did you know the Deputy Director of Planning was down in Managua, Nicaragua the day before the earthquake?
Donald Crease: Now what are you saying, the C.I.A. caused the Managua earthquake?
Mother: Well, I can't prove it, but.
Cosmo: Who else is going to change the world, Marty? Greenpeace?
Whistler: Anybody want to black out New England?
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.
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.
Martin Bishop: "Give him head"?
Whistler: "Be a beacon"?
Mother: We got bupkis! We turn ourselves in now, they'll give us twenty years in the electric chair.
Martin Bishop: Oh, Richard Nixon's personal checking account is in here.
Cosmo: Ooh, this is a challenge. Martin, we have to find somebody truly worthy to give his money to.
Martin Bishop: How about...the National Association of Legalized Marijuana.
Cosmo: Perfect, and how much should he give?
Martin Bishop: He's a generous man. I'd say all he's got.
