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: [angry that Benjamin had blown their cover
] You burn the picture after you get the assignment! It's the first thing you learn! Benjamin
: Oh, I must have missed that day. Just like you missed the one about not marrying the enemy.
: [while in the middle of the desert
] Oh, look. More desert.
: [while being interrogated and tortured by John Smith
] Can I have a soda or a juice or... Benjamin
: [Jane hits him with the telephone
] A! A! Option A! Ow, that hurt. John Smith
: Ok, that was a nice shot.
: 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.
: 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!
: You were bait. Benjamin
: In a manner of speaking. Jane Smith
: *Were* bait or *are* bait?