Anna: My uncle has gone missing, since I told you about him translating the diary.
Nikolai Luzhin: Your uncle is fine, he is in Edinburgh, in a 5-Star Hotel. I was ordered to send him to Heaven with a bullet in his brain... instead I gave him a first class ticket to Scotland. He is old-school, he understands things... exile or death.
Dr. Zahraa: How do you do it? Lie to someone to their face? Huh?
Valerie Plame: You have to know, know why you're lying... And never forget the truth.
Valerie Plame: You seriously think you can pick a fight with the White House and win? They'll bury us.
Joe Wilson: They'll bury us if we don't. Listen Valerie.
Valerie Plame: No you listen to me.
Joe Wilson: No, Valerie, Valerie, Valerie! Do I, does that make me right if I shout louder than you? If I shout louder than you am I right? If I'm the White House and I shout a million times louder than you, does that make me right? They lied Valerie, they lied. That's the truth.
Valerie Plame: You did your job. You should feel good. They count on that. That's why they don't pay you.
Maria: Lucas, look at this place. They're so busy in here. You get to go and do something. Go help people. You're good at it.
Helen Gandy: The Bureau is stronger than just you and me now. Your child is sure and keeps the country safe.
Betty Elms: I hate you. I hate us both.
Bob Brooker: It's not a contest... the two of them... with themselves... So don't play it for real until it gets real.
Betty Elms: OK.
Betty Elms: I'm in love with you.
Betty Elms: It's strange calling yourself.
Betty Elms: It'll be just like in the movies. Pretending to be somebody else.
Julia Cook: Don't make me grieve for you.
Ned Kelly: I ain't dead yet.
Julia Cook: I've been riding him pretty hard the last two days.
Lila Culpepper: There's too much beauty to quit.
Lila Culpepper: You know, the day I did it, I took two razorblades to the bathtub. You know why? Because I knew that once I started to bleed, I'd get weak. And I didn't wanna drop one blade and leave myself half done. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine hating your life so much that you'd wanna bring a backup razor?
Jet Girl: The tank isn't...
Tank Girl: Isn't...
Jet Girl: Isn't...
Tank Girl: Isn't...
Jet Girl: Isn't...
Tank Girl: What!? Come on, just one little adjective and we'll have a whole sentence here. The tank isn't glad. Sad. Mad. Lonely.
Jet Girl: The tank isn't o-operational.
Tank Girl: [Grabbing Jet by the throat.] How do I know you're not lying?
Jet Girl: Because if I was lying, your lungs would be full of cyanide gas.
Tank Girl: [Letting her go.] Cool. So we get a new tank.
