The content of this page was created by users. It has not been screened or verified by IMDb staff.
: Come to Daddy. Jane Smith
: [after she bashes him with a teapot and headbutts him
] Who's your Daddy now?
] John Smith
: [at marriage counseling
] Ask us the sex question. Jane Smith
] John. John Smith
: [softly with his fingers out for ten
: [after Jane escapes on a high wire
] Chicken shit! Jane Smith
: Tell me you got smart and that you killed that lying bitch. Jane Smith
: This lying bitch? Eddie
: Guess that was just wishful thinking.
: On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the happiness of your marriage? Jane Smith
: 8. John Smith
: Wait. Could you clarify? Is 10 the highest? 10 being perfectly happy and 1 being totally miserable or... Marriage Counselor
: Just respond instinctively. John Smith
: Ok. Ready? Jane Smith
, John Smith
: Hiya, stranger. Jane Smith
: Hiya back.
: [after shooting through a wall at John
] Still alive, baby?
: We re-did the house.
: Happy endings are just stories that haven't finished yet.
[John has just returned from shooting Lucky at the bar
] Jane Smith
: Hey baby. I didn't hear you downstairs. John Smith
: I went down to the sports bar. Put a little money on the game. Jane Smith
: How'd you do? John Smith
: I got Lucky.
: [both pointing guns at each other; John drops his
] You want it? It's yours. Jane Smith
: Don't! C'mon! C'mon!
Girls walking by House
: What's going on, Mrs. Smith? Jane Smith
: Garden party, girls.
[about the new curtains Jane bought
] Jane Smith
: If you don't like them we can take them back. John Smith
: All right, I don't like them. Jane Smith
] You'll get used to them.
: How often do you have sex? Jane Smith
: I don't understand the question.
: There's this huge space between us, and it just keeps filling up with everything that we *don't* say to each other. What's that called? Marriage Counselor
[both have discovered that they were on the desert and one tried to kill the other
] John Smith
: I missed you. Jane Smith
: I missed you too.
: That vacation in Aspen, you left early, why? John Smith
: Jean-Luc Gespar. Jane Smith
: Damn, I wanted him. John Smith
: I got it.
: You ever have trouble sleeping after? John Smith
: No. Jane Smith
: Me neither.
: There's nowhere I'd rather be than here with you.
: To dodging bullets.
] John Smith
: [at the marriage counselor's
] OK, I'll go first. Um... Let me say, uh, we don't really need to be here. See, we've been married for five years. Jane Smith
: Six. John Smith
] Five, six years.
: [referring to the pursuing cars
] They're bulletproof! John Smith
: [having not heard and shot at the cars
] They're bulletproof!
: Dance with me. Jane Smith
: You don't dance. John Smith
: It was just my cover, sweetheart. Jane Smith
: Was sloth your cover, too?
: How many? Ok... I'll go first, then. I don't keep exact count, but I'd say, uh, high 50s, low 60s. I mean, I know I've been around the block an all, but... Jane Smith
: 312. John Smith
: What? How? Jane Smith
: Some were two at a time.
: [during a car chase
] I never told you, but I was married once before. Jane Smith
: [slams on the brakes
] John Smith
: What's wrong with you? Jane Smith
: [hitting John
] You're what's wrong with me John. John Smith
: It was just a drunken Vegas thing. Jane Smith
: Oh, that's better. That's *much* better.
] Jane Smith
: What's her name and social security number? John Smith
: No, you're not gonna kill her.
: My parents died when I was five. I'm an orphan. John Smith
: Who was that kind fellow who gave you away at our wedding? Jane Smith
: Paid actor. John Smith
: I said, I said I saw your dad on "Fantasy Island"!
: Wait, why do I get the girl gun? John Smith
: Are you kidding me?
: Any last words? John Smith
: The new curtains are hideous.
: That's the second time you've tried to kill me today. Jane Smith
: Oh, come on, it was just a little bomb.
: I never went to MIT. Notre Dame. Art history major. Jane Smith
: Art? John Smith
: History! It's reputable.
: I realise you witnessed the Mrs. and I working through a few domestic issues. That's regrettable but don't take that to be a sign of weakness, that would be a mistake on your part.
[Jane is drumming her fingers impatiently
] John Smith
: Honey! Jane Smith
: Wrap it up. John Smith
: Maybe it's not such a good idea to undermine me in front of the hostage - sends a mixed message. Jane Smith
: Sorry. John Smith
: Girls. Where was I? Benjamin
: Mistake on your part. John Smith
: Shut up.
: Did you hear the helicopter dropping me off that night for our anniversary dinner? Jane Smith
: No. Oh, percussion grenades. I was partially deaf that evening.
: Have you been selling big guns to bad people?
: I told you to wait for my signal, you didn't wait for my signal. John Smith
: Well, I improvised. Jane Smith
: You deviated from the plan. John Smith
: The plan was flawed. Jane Smith
: The plan was not flawed. John Smith
: Anal. Jane Smith
: *Organized.* John Smith
: Jane, 90% of this job is instinct. Jane Smith
: Well, your instinct set off *every* alarm in the building! John Smith
: My instinct got the job done. It may not have been the Jane show... Jane Smith
: No, it was the John show: it was half-assed. Like Christmas, like our anniversary, like the time you forgot to bring my mother's birthday present. John Smith
: Your *fake* mother's birthday present. Jane Smith
: The point is, you are *always* the first to break team. John Smith
: You don't want a team, you want a servant for hire. Jane Smith
: I want someone I can count on. John Smith
] Jane, there's no *air* around you anymore. Jane Smith
] Oh. OK, what is that supposed to mean? John Smith
: That means there's no room for mistakes, no mistakes whatsoever. No spontaneity. Who can answer to that? Jane Smith
: Well, you don't have to. Because this isn't even a real marriage.
: [locked up in the back of the van, in a bewildered voice
] *Who are you people?* Jane Smith
] Shut up!
: Careful, Jane. I can push the button any time I like. Jane Smith
: Baby, you couldn't find the button with both hands and a map.
: You were bait. Benjamin
: In a manner of speaking. Jane Smith
: *Were* bait or *are* bait?
: I was never in the peace corps.
: What? Your husband is the shooter? That's impossible. Jane Smith
: [comparing injuries with John
] I can't feel anything in these three fingers.
: [talking about their predicament
] So what do we do, Jane? Shoot it out here? Hope for the best? Jane Smith
: Well, that would be a shame because they would probably ask me to leave once you are dead.
: [dancing with John, he's just finished searching her for weapons
] Satisfied? John Smith
: Not for years.
: I thought I told you not to bother me at the office, honey. John Smith
: Well, you are still Mrs. Smith. Jane Smith
: Well, so are a lot of girls.
: That left of yours is a thing of beauty. Jane Smith
: Mmm. You take it well.
: You really expect me to roll over and play dead? John Smith
: Well, you should be used to it after five years of marriage. Jane Smith
: Six... and I'm not leaving.
: [while dancing, after Jane asked what had happened to their marriage
] I have a theory, newly developed. Jane Smith
: I'm breathless to hear it. John Smith
: I think you killed us. Jane Smith
: Provocative. John Smith
: Why do you care? I was just a cover Jane Smith
: Who says you were just a cover? John Smith
] Wasn't I?
: The first time we met, what was your first thought? Jane Smith
: You tell me. John Smith
: I thought... I thought you looked like Christmas morning, I don't know how else to say it. Jane Smith
: And why are you telling me this now? John Smith
: I guess in the end you start thinking about the beginning... so there it is, I thought you should know.