[speaking to each other over walkie-talkies]
Young Man: First, Harry, I think I should tell you about the bomb. Would you like to know where it is?
Harry Calder: Sure!
Young Man: You're holding it.
Young Man: [after the young man tells Harry he is holding the bomb] Now, do I have your full attention?
Harry Calder: Screw you!
Harry Calder: Mmh?
Fran: If you're trying to kill us, at least let me put on some lip gloss.
Young Man: If they pay me and if they do what I say, I'll never bother them again.
Harry Calder: Are you sure? Maybe you enjoy it.
Young Man: Wrong psychological profile, Harry. I'm not in this for kicks.
Harry Calder: Oh yeah, right, it's only the money. You're a businessman. And in a corrupt society, you're no worse than anybody else. We all cheat on our taxes, Detroit makes defective cars.
Young Man: I'm not enjoying this conversation, Harry.
Harry Calder: Then get yourself another messenger boy.
Tracy Calder: Daddy, Confucius say "with faith, man can move mountain."
Harry Calder: I thought Jesus said that.
Tracy Calder: Well, maybe he did. But according to that fortune cookie...
Fran: Which is yours, by the way...
Tracy Calder: ...Confucius said it too.
Harry Calder: Don't believe everything you read.
Tracy Calder: I think daddy's pissed off.
Harry Calder: Where does she learn language like that?