Tom Farrell: Let's get out of here.
Susan Atwell: My date's not going to like that much. But what the hell, his wife will be delighted.
Scott Pritchard: Tom is the one who saw you at Susan's. He's known about you all along, isn't that right? We do know what that means. If Commander Farrell is the man who was with Miss Atwell, then Commander Farrell is the man who killed Miss Atwell. And we know that the man who killed Miss Atwell is Yuri. Therefore, Commander Farrell is Yuri, quod erat demonstrandum.
Tom Farrell: Well, then, Brice is in an impossible situation. We should just call in the FBI.
Scott Pritchard: Don't be an idiot. Do you realise the magnitude of the scandal? The Secretary of Defense and a Soviet agent sharing the favors of a murdered whore.
Susan Atwell: Are you one of them?
Tom Farrell: One of what?
Susan Atwell: These hypocrites. All posh and shiny getting ready for four more years of ramming it to the rest of us.
Tom Farrell: You're pretty cynical.
Susan Atwell: Adequate to the occasion.
Scott Pritchard: I am tired of weakness! I am faced with a grave problem, and I intend to resolve it quickly and cleanly.
Susan Atwell: I'll call you later tonight.
Tom Farrell: I'll wait by the phone.
Susan Atwell: It's David Brice, Secretary of Defense. Satisfied?
Tom Farrell: You know I work for Brice?
Susan Atwell: I guess that makes two of us.
