Nika Boronina: What colour underwear am I wearing?
Agent 47: You're not wearing any underwear.
Agent 47: Nika.
Nika Boronina: Yes?
Agent 47: Stop talking or I'll put you back in the trunk.
Agent 47: The man you've been chasing is a killer. A Ghost. Rumor has it that he works for a group known only as "The Organization." So secret, no-one knows it exists. Takes no sides - yet it has ties to every government. Its sole purpose is the training and conditioning of professional killers. These men are selected at birth - rejects, orphans - all of them - unwanted and disposable. They are made experts in every aspect of combat. And programmed for one purpose... To Kill.
Nika Boronina: So are you going to kill me?
Agent 47: No.
Nika Boronina: You don't want to fck me and you don't want to kill me. I've never felt so much indifference in my entire life.
Jenkins: You don't have jurisdiction here.
Smith Jamison: We aren't here, which means when we open up on you and shred your bodies with automatic fire then this will never have happened.
Nika Boronina: What are you going to do?
Agent 47: What I do.
Yuri Marklov: In Accordance with Article 1764.3 of the E.U. Charter, any state matters which deal directly with intelligence shall be the sole jurisdiction of the host country.
Mike Whittier: Ah, The light bulb comes on, took me a minute, must be the jet lag. Are you telling me to fuck off?
Mike Whittier: We are Interpol, and in accordance to section 3 we are transporting an international criminal.
Smith Jamison: What criminal?
