Krokov: Have you seen this report on this Condorman? On this man Wilkins? He is an amateur, do you hear? He is not an agent of the CIA! He is a writer of comic books.
Athos: Leave now. Leave Paris, leave France. Get as far from that evil woman's grasp as you can.
MiLady DeWinter: What do you want of me? There's nothing between us.
Athos: Thank God! But there might be.
Bill Sikes: You're a fine one for the boy to make a friend of.
Nancy: Yes, I am, Lord help me! But tonight he's a liar, and a thief, and all that's bad! Ain't that enough for you without beating him to death?
Harry Lomart: You conniving bitch.
Harry Lomart: You bastard! You bloody bastard.
Athos: You will find, young man, that the future looks rosiest through the bottom of a glass.
Nora Walker Hobbs: What about the boy? What about the boy? What about the boy? He saw it all.
Frank Hobbs: He didn't see it, he didn't hear it, he will say nothing to no one.
Frank Hobbs: And Tommy doesn't know what day it is / He doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is / How can he be saved / from the eternal grave?
