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.
Mother: Uh, could we maybe just go back to the "they might kill us" part?
Martin Bishop: "Give him head"?
Whistler: "Be a beacon"?
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.
Mother: We got bupkis! We turn ourselves in now, they'll give us twenty years in the electric chair.
Donald Crease: There isn't a government on this planet that wouldn't kill us all for that thing.
Whistler: That was very good, Bish. Remind me to make you an honorary blind person.
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.
