Darien: My conscience was calling, and it was time to pick up the phone.
Darien: [thinking after seeing his girlfriend and almost attacking her] It took all my will to put the demon back in its bottle. But even that couldn't prepare me for what was coming next.
[One man approaches Darien]
Darien: Who the hell are you?
[another sneaks up behind him and knocks him out]
Darien: I had no idea who they were, but I can tell you this much. Their car was really cheap.
Darien: I mean don't you get it? I could have raped that woman. I could have killed you.
Kevin Fawkes: You are not going to kill anybody. Darien, please trust me. I will take care of you.
Darien: [disbelieving nod] Yeah, you know what? I'd say you already did that.
Kevin Fawkes: It was my fault. It was all my fault.
Darien: Next time, you're gonna trust me, right?
Kevin Fawkes: Yeah, next time I'll ..
[Door opens in front of them. A man with uzi appears]
Kevin Fawkes: [after his been shot] You don't let them have what's inside of you. You be smarter than them, okay. You be smarter than me.
[dies in Darien's arms.]
Darien Fawkes: Time flies when you're having fun, or in a coma. I'd been unconscious nearly three weeks. Just enough time for every muscle in my body to go on strike.
Kevin: We have to think about premature visibility.
Darien Fawkes: Premature visibility.
Kevin: It can happen if you get distracted.
Darien Fawkes: Well, then we need to get some uglier nurses.
Arnaud: This is Dr. DeThiel. Code four, I repeat, code four! I need all security staff online, now!
Security Chief: [into walkie-talkie] Calm down, Dr. DeThiel. What seems to be the problem here?
Arnaud: Well, it seems some joker put plastic explosives in all your walkie-talkies!
Arnaud: [injecting Darien] Little prick. Really Monsieur, I'd no idea you were so educated. I rather thought that was your brother's domain.
Darien: Yeah, well, I guess, you know, don't believe everything you think.
Arnaud: [getting another needle] You see, I understand. I have an elder brother myself. Things become quite competitive. Perhaps we could compare notes sometime.
Darien: Absolutely! I would love that! Definitely. Yeah. Yeah. Then maybe you could teach me some Swiss douche.
Arnaud: Excuse me?
Darien: That's your language right?
Arnaud: Ah, that's Swiss *Deutsch*, Swiss German. I'm Swiss French.
[Arnaud gets another needle]
Darien: So you don't douche?
Darien: Relax man. I'm just ribbing you.
Darien: Hell, I love Swiss stuff. You know: knives and clocks and cheese...
Arnaud: [injecting, double entendre] Little prick.
[pointing a gun at his head]
Darien Fawkes: No one move, or the gland gets it!
Darien Fawkes: A schmuck named Nietzsche once wrote: 'Anything that's done out of love is beyond good and evil.' Now, here's the thing: I love my job. So what does that make me? My feeling always was, good and evil could kiss my ass. But one night... well, they kinda got together and bit me on it.