The Man with One Red Shoe (1985)
[Morris looks back at a chair he broke]
Morris: Sorry about that chair.
Richard: Oh, that's OK, it was... really old.
Morris: These are very good cigars. I want you to smoke one after you get a little. You do get a little?
Richard: Yeah... a little.
Hulse: Here's where he varied from the program. That has to be the message. We fed the notes into the computer.
Cooper: [reading] "ARDIE BETGO INDYO CEFAR OGGEL." What the hell is this?
Hulse: I don't know.
Carson: Oh, come on, can't you see? He's rubbing our noses in it! Let's just pick him up and put an end to it.
Cooper: [frowning] Is this "cefar oh-gle" or "cefar oggle"?
Hulse: Could be "oggle."
Cooper: Hulse, I want you to put a special mike on him tonight, one that isolates everything he plays from the rest of the orchestra. Carson, you link it into the GBLX 1000 computer.
Maddy: The GBLX?
Cooper: Yeah. That thing'll break any code.
Maddy: But that's in control of our entire missile defense system!
Cooper: Honey, will you please - what are the odds of the Russians attacking on a Thursday night?
Carson: How'd it go, sir?
Cooper: Great. I haven't felt this good since I overthrew the government of Chile.
Ross: [Talking about Cooper] He made the mousetrap himself. All we did was feed him a piece of cheese.
Brown: About this piece of cheese, sir. What's going to happen to him?
Brown: Wouldn't it bother you to send an innocent man to his grave?
Ross: Are you serious? We're talking about my career.
Brown: But I'm the one who picked him, sir.
Ross: Don't tell me you're having a guilty conscience.
Brown: It was his shoe. I could have picked a black man with a green raincoat. There was a Japanese guy with five cameras. I could have picked him. But I preferred the guy with the red shoe.
Ross: Brown, you're not being paid to be a philosopher. Wait until you retire. Tell Virdon and Reese to clear off and take a well-earned rest. They must be tired.
Brown: But what am I supposed to do with the Red Shoe?
Ross: [as the helicopter takes off] Save him for your memoirs.
Reese: Subject in transit. Has changed his shoes. Riding a bicycle. Ten-speed, I suspect.
Maddy: Are you OK? You seem tense.
Richard: Oh, no, no, no, I'm not, I'm not tense. Well, I did pass out today... and got hit in the head by a baseball... and brushed my teeth with shampoo... then butchered Rimsky- Korsakov in front of 1,500 people, and my clothes fell apart. But I'm not *tense*.
Paula: Oh, don't talk about Morris. All he cares about is his practical jokes.
Richard: I know, I know, I know, he's a percussionist, but still, that doesn't mean he's not a nice guy.
[after having all his teeth yanked out without anesthetic]
Reese: [slurringly] Do you have some aspirin?
Stemple: [while searching the sewer for evidence] Second time around this sewer and I haven't found sh*! Control yourself. Control yourself. What would Gordon Liddy do? No, I can't do that, I'm not hungry.
Richard: [Richard, playing a violin solo, begins to ad-lib his own composition. The conductor angrily taps on Richard's music stand] What?
The Conductor: [Sarcastically] This evening we are playing Scheherazade. Would you care to join us?
Richard: [Looking at Maddy's richly decorated apartment] All this on just a tour guide's salary?
Maddy: I'll let you in on a little secret. My uncle, Burt, owns the company.
[She's talking towards to 2-way mirror, where Cooper and the others are watching]
Maddy: [Richard and Maddy are being chased on the subway] Richard, tell me. Are you an agent?
Richard: No! But I used to have an agent.
Maddy: No! No. Do you work for the government? Are you a spy?
Richard: No, of course not. I'm no more a spy than you're spy.
Maddy: Richard... I am a spy.
Richard: You're a spy?
Ross: [Closing lines] And the Man With One Red Shoe. What's going to happen to him?
Brown: He'll be just fine.
Ross: And the girl?
Brown: The deal was her testimony for her freedom. I think it was a fair exchange.
Ross: Well, I don't think so.
Brown: [as Brown get on the helicopter] Well, since you're no longer director of CIA, and I am, it doesn't matter what you think.
[Ross gives him a angry look as the helicopter takes off]
Cooper: Professor Chermenko, what about that handwriting?
Professor Chermenko: Ah. Richard Drew is a complex man, filled to the breaking point with psychological conflicts. His violin is a substitute for severe anger and repression.
Professor Chermenko: *Sexual* repression.