Mikael Blomkvist: I can't find any record of her and I'm pretty good at that kind of thing.
Armansky: She's had a rough life. Can we please not make it any rougher?
Mikael Blomkvist: How come a 23-year-old can be a ward of the state?
Lisbeth Salander: I'm mentally incompetent and can't manage daily life.
Mikael Blomkvist: Since when have they said that?
Lisbeth Salander: Since I was twelve.
Mikael Blomkvist: Something happened when you were twelve? Uh... I'm sorry, That's none of my business.
Lisbeth Salander: I tried to kill my father. I burned him alive. Got about 80 percent of him.
Mikael Blomkvist: Ow...
Lisbeth Salander: I'll make some coffee.
Dr. Lorenson: How are we doing today?
Rudy Mackenzie: For me... that is a really difficult question Dr. Laurenson, because the world around me is shrinking... and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are comin' to see me today, and they're not bringing flowers which... just makes it real difficult to get organized.
Rudy Mackenzie: I'm in here, because they say I have a nervous condition. Well, well here's my question: Who wouldn't be nervous if they really, really looked at their lives? I mean, whose life is that good?
[Dragan is threatening XXXX over the phone.]
XXXX: Dragan, I've got an idea. Why don't you come round for breakfast? I'll squeeze some orange juice and grind some coffee and we can talk about this like adults. How does that sound?
Dragan: Sounds very hospitable.
XXXX: Do you know where I live?
XXXX: Well fuck off, then.
The Duke: Don't you fucking talk to me like I'm some kind of mug. Don't you fucking talk to me like that.
XXXX: Duke, don't take this personally. It's business. Now, you want to know how much these pills are worth?
The Duke: Yes. Fucking. Please.
XXXX: Now just because you pay a fiver a pop down the local cattle market, don't, for fuck's sake, think these pills are worth millions. They're not. We've got to find someone to buy these pills and they've got to split them into parcels, of say 100,000. They've got to find these people. It's hard work.
The Duke: Oh, you'd give a fucking aspirin a headache pal.
May: Oh, Darren. This cigarette's making my chest all congested. I can't breathe.
Darren: What would happen if you did breathe?
May: I'd say, would you... would it be too much trouble... spare rooms... would you come to the spare rooms with me... would you.
M: This is about trust. You said you weren't motivated by revenge.
James Bond: I am motivated by my duty.
M: No... I think you're so blinded by inconsolable rage that you don't care who you hurt. When you can't tell your friends from your enemies, it's time to go.
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