Spy Game

Gladys Jennip: Feeling a little paranoid on our last day? Nathan Muir: When did Noah build the ark, Gladys? Before the rain.

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Tom Bishop: Happy? Nathan Muir: Seventy-five casualties, an apartment block leveled, one dead terrorist? Yeah, happy. Tom Bishop: We have some fucked up barometer for success, don't we?

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Tom Bishop: [walking in on Nathan Muir shaving] My God, you're hideous. Why do you even bother? Nathan Muir: I missed you, too. Tom Bishop: You want flowers at 6am? Nathan Muir: Flowers would be nice, but I'll settle for breakfast. Tom Bishop: I got a good spot--I taught a guy to make migas. Nathan Muir: A Mexican restaurant in Beirut? I'm impressed.

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Tom Bishop: All right, so what else? What else do I need to know? Nathan Muir: Put away some money so you can die someplace warm and don't ever touch it. Not for anyone, ever. Tom Bishop: Okay, is that it? Nathan Muir: Don't ever risk your life or career for an asset. If it comes down to you or them... send flowers.

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Nathan Muir: See that building across the way? Tom Bishop: Yeah. Nathan Muir: Do you know anyone there? Tom Bishop: No. Nathan Muir: In five minutes I want to see you on the balcony. Tom Bishop: What do... Nathan Muir: Five minutes. Tom Bishop: Can't we discuss it over coffee? Nathan Muir: You just lost ten seconds.

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Nathan Muir: I take it you didn't get to be a marksman putting food on your mama's table. Tom Bishop: No, sir. We have a Safeway back home. Nathan Muir: Where'd you learn to shoot? Tom Bishop: Boy scouts, sir. Nathan Muir: What, are you kidding me? Tom Bishop: No, sir. Nathan Muir: Hell of an ad for the Boy Scouts.

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