Condorman

Turkish waiter: Your order, sir? Woody Wilkins: [indicates Natlia's drink] I'll have one of those. Turkish waiter: One Istanbul Express. Woody Wilkins: Yes. A double. Turkish waiter: [surprised] A double? Nobody orders the double, sir! Woody Wilkins: Okay. Make it a triple.

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Woody Wilkins: [sitting up in the snow after falling from a cable broken by the KGB] I think they're gone! We can move now! Harry Oslo: I... may... never... move... again.

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Natalia: [Natalia has just discovered that Woody is not a real agent] Harry, who are you? Harry Oslo: Huh? Natalia: [holds up one of Woody's comic books] Woody is Condorman, I am Laser Lady! Who are you? Harry Oslo: [looking resigned] How'd ya find out? Natalia: [indicating the gaggle of children around her] The children here read comic books, too. Harry Oslo: [sighs] Let's take a walk.

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Woody Wilkins: Rupel for your thoughts... Natalia: [puts her arm around Woody] When I parted from Krokov, I promised myself I would never love again... a man of deception. But now I know there is deception, and deception... Woody Wilkins: I don't understand... Natalia: But I do. [smiles] When I go to America, and reading the Sunday funnies, and eating my Big Mac, and planning for the senior prom... Woody Wilkins: [interrupts] You may have missed the prom... Natalia: ...I would like it very much, if I could pick up my American telephone, call my friend Woody, and say... come over and be *diplomatic* with me. Woody Wilkins: I'll bring the dip, if you bring the dostoevsky. Natalia: [looks at Woody, confused] Woody Wilkins: That's a yes.

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Krokov: [turns on the lamp] Hello, Natalia. Welcome home. Natalia: Sergei. I didn't expect you. Krokov: I'm sure you didn't, my dear. Nor did I expect you to travel to Istanbul to meet our American friend. Natalia: As I was going to tell you about. The meeting was supposed to be a civilian operation, eh? They sent a *top* agent. He was good. Natalia: Very smooth. And very tough. Almost as tough as you, Sergei. Krokov: And his name? Surely, when you were finding out how... tough... and how smooth he was, you found out his name? Natalia: He called himself Condorman. Krokov: Condorman? Quaint. But he is good. The way he handled those tree turks was impressive. But, you were stupid to be seen by a Chinese agent. And I cannot afford costly mistakes. Oh, my dear Natalia, that is why I have changed my mind about talking you with me to Monte Carlo. You need to be... re-educated, on the, teachings, of our masters.

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