Agent Wells: Vas' account number received, initiating wire transfer from Midlands National bank of bullshit. Man is Vas gonna be pissed when he goes to an ATM.
Jake Hayes: In my foster house, we were so poor, we used to lick stamps for dinner.
Jake Hayes: I don't speak terrorist.
Gaylord Oaks: I'm never going to get married, never again.
Jake Hayes: You never gonna get married again? First thing you gotta learn is, you don't take your girlfriend to a wedding.
Jake Hayes: Does it play DVDs?
Seale: No. It's a portable thermonucular (sic) bomb.
Jake Hayes: You didn't know chess was a contact sport, did'ja.
Roland Yates: If it breathes, it dies.
Gaylord Oaks: Welcome to Prague.
Jake Hayes: Looks like Newark.
Roland Yates: So, what are our chances?
Gaylord Oaks: Oh, I'd say anywhere between... nil and zero.
Roland Yates: Why do you say that?
Gaylord Oaks: Oh well, I grant you he's got potential. He's pretty street-smart. Give me six months, he could probably fool his brother's own parents. But eight days? Come on, you gotta be kidding me. He'll probably get himself killed, and everyone who goes along with him.