Golda Meir: Your wife is pregnant?
Avner: Yes, seven months.
Golda Meir: Mazel tov. You were one of my favorite bodyguards. You know, I like neat, durable men.
Avner: You like having the son of a hero around?
Golda Meir: Truth be told, you don't look much like your father.
Golda Meir: Your mother is who you resemble.
Ephraim: You think we'd hurt your family?
Avner: I think anyone is capable of anything.
Ephraim: I think you're losing your mind.
Avner: Did I commit murder? I want you to give me proof that everyone we killed had a hand in Munich.
Ephraim: I don't discuss such things with people who don't exist. You want to discuss, come back into existence. You want your daughter to grow up in exile?
Avner: I want evidence.
Robert: We are supposed to be righteous. That's a beautiful thing. And we're losing it. If I lose that, that's everything. That's my soul.