True Lies

Albert Gibson: Same thing happened to me with wife number two, remember? I had no idea nothing was going on. I come home, and the house is empty. I mean, completely empty. She even took the ice cube trays out of the freezer. What kind of a sick bitch takes the ice cube trays out of the freezer? Harry Tasker: It's not Helen. Gibson: Helen still loves you. She just wants to bang this guy for a while. It's nothing serious. You'll get used to it soon... Tasker: [slams Albert against a post] STOP--cheering me UP!!!! Gibson: [pause; serious] What'd you expect? Helen's a flesh-and-blood woman, and you're never there. It was just a matter of time. I say we concentrate on work. That's what I do every time my life turns to dog shit. I concentrate on work, and that gets me by. Right, buddy? It's gonna be great. [ushers him back to car] We're gonna catch some terrorists. We're gonna beat the crap out of them. You're going to feel a hell of a lot better. Watch your head. [gets into the car] Women:

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Simon: Okay, just ask yourself: What do women really want? You take these bored housewives, married to the same guy for years, they're stuck in a rut, then need some release! Promise of adventure, a hint of danger. I create that for them. Harry Tasker: So basically, you're lying your ass off the whole time. See, I can't do that. Simon: What are you, a Boy Scout? No, no, no, think of it as playing a role as fantasy. I mean, you got to work on their dreams. Get them out of their daily suburban grind for a few hours. Harry: But what about their husbands? Simon: Dickless! I mean, let's face it, if they took care of business, I'd be out of business! You know what I mean? [laughs] Harry: [fake laughs] Those idiots! Albert Gibson: My turn to drive? Harry Tasker: Give me the page. Gibson: What are you talking about? Harry: This jumps from page 9 to page 11. Where's page 10? Gibson: [looks at paper] It's gotta be a typo. Harry: [shouts] Give me the goddamn page! [smashes the passenger side of t

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Harry Tasker: You tell on me, I'll tell on you. Albert Gibson: What are you talking about? I'm as clean as a preacher's sheets. I'm clean as... Tasker: What about the time you blew a six-week operation because you were too busy getting a blow job? Gibson: You knew about that? Tasker: Uh-huh. Gibson: Let's take Franklin, it's quicker.

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Harry Tasker: The code name of your assignment will be Boris. And your code name will be... Helen Tasker: [hopeful] Natasha? Harry: No... Doris.

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Samir: Is there anything you want to tell me before we start? Harry Tasker: Yeah. I'm going to kill you pretty soon. Samir: I see...How, exactly? Tasker: First I'm gonna use you as a human shield, then I'm gonna kill this guard over there, with the Patterson trocar on the table. Then I was thinking about breaking your neck. Samir: And what makes you think you can do all that? Tasker: You know my handcuffs? Samir: Hmm... Tasker: [holds up his uncuffed hands] I picked them.

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Albert Gibson: Harry, do you realize it has been, in fact, ten years since you've been behind the wheel of one of these things? Harry Tasker: If I break it, they can take it outta my pay.

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