Spy Game (2001)
Gladys Jennip: Feeling a little paranoid on our last day?
Nathan Muir: When did Noah build the ark Gladys? Before the rain.
Gladys Jennip: I've got Commander Wiley.
Nathan Muir: Ok, connect us.
Commander Wiley - Rescue Sequence: Commander Wiley Sir. Package received, what's the verdict?
Nathan Muir: We're on for tonight.
Commander Wiley - Rescue Sequence: Roger sir, understand. Operation Dinner Out is a GO. Confirm.
Nathan Muir: Correct, Dinner out is a go.
Dr. William Byars: Dinner Out is a go? Hell of a way to speak to your wife.
Vincent Vy Ngo: Why do you think they keep dumping him.
Nathan Muir: When I was a kid I used to spend summers on my uncle's farm. And he had this plow horse he used to work with everyday. He really loved that plow horse. One summer she came up lame. It could barely stand. The vet offered to put her down. You know what my uncle said?
Charles Harker: No, Muir, what did he say?
Nathan Muir: He said, why would I ask somebody else to kill a horse that belonged to me?
Tom Bishop: All right, so what else? What else do I need to know?
Nathan Muir: Put away some money so you can die someplace warm and don't ever touch it. Not for anyone, ever.
Tom Bishop: Okay, is that it?
Nathan Muir: Don't *ever* risk your life for an asset. If it comes down to you or them... send flowers.
Nathan Muir: See that building across the way?
Tom Bishop: Yeah.
Nathan Muir: Do you know anyone there?
Tom Bishop: No.
Nathan Muir: In five minutes I want to see you on the balcony.
Tom Bishop: What do...
Nathan Muir: Five minutes.
Tom Bishop: Can't we discuss it over coffee?
Nathan Muir: You just lost ten seconds.
Charles Harker: We need the press on this like we need a third tit.
Nathan Muir: You using the other two?
Nathan Muir: I take it you didn't get to be a marksman putting food on your mama's table.
Tom Bishop: No, sir. We have a Safeway back home.
Nathan Muir: Where'd you leard to shoot?
Tom Bishop: Boy scouts, sir.
Nathan Muir: What, are you kidding me?
Tom Bishop: No, sir.
Tom Bishop: Happy?
Nathan Muir: Seventy-four casualties, an apartment block leveled, one dead terrorist? Yeah, happy.
Tom Bishop: We have some fucked up barometer for success, don't we?
Charles Harker: If these walls could talk, huh. All this history, I envy you.
Nathan Muir: Then bag your job, you can be just like me.
Charles Harker: No, really. The debt this country owes you guys.
Nathan Muir: Chuck, are you gonna dance with your hand on my ass all night or are you gonna make your move?
Nathan Muir: Technology gets better everyday. That's fine. But most of the time all you need is a stick of gum, a pocket knife and a smile.
Tom Bishop: Don't tell me that. Don't fucking tell me that. You didn't look in his eyes. Don't tell me that!
Nathan Muir: He was your asset, somebody you use for information.
Tom Bishop: Ah, Jesus Christ, you just... You don't just trade these people like they're baseball cards! It's not a fucking game!
Nathan Muir: Oh, yes it is. It's exactly what it is. And it's no kid's game either. This is a whole other game. And it's serious and it's dangerous. And it's not one you want to lose.
Tom Bishop: Nathan, we killed this man. We used him and we killed him. Okay, then you got to help me understand this one. You got... Nathan, what are we doing here? And don't give me some bullshit about the greater good.
Nathan Muir: That's exactly what it's about. Because what we do is unfortunately very, very necessary. And if you're not willing to sacrifice scum like Schmidt for those that want nothing more than their freedom, then you better take a long hard look at your chosen profession my friend. Because it doesn't get any easier. You wanna walk? You wanna walk, walk.
Dr. Ahmed: Tell me. Is it hard?
Tom Bishop: Is what hard?
Dr. Ahmed: Is it hard? To take a life?
Tom Bishop: [Long pause after a sigh] Yes.
Nathan Muir: If I'm walking into a shit storm I wanna know which way the wind's blowing.
Tom Bishop: [walking in on Nathan Muir shaving] My god, you're hideous! Why do you even bother?
Nathan Muir: You just gave her four pieces of personal information for one dubious impersonal fact.
Tom Bishop: Just trying to find out where she got that dress.
Robert Aiken: Patricia?
Nathan Muir: Yeah, my third wife.
Dr. William Byars: My God, how many wives have you had?
Nathan Muir: Four. You want to hear about them or Bishop?
Nathan Muir: You go off the reservation, I will not come after you.
Nathan Muir: We didn't know when the Doc was going to be giving the Sheik his physical but it was our one and only opportunity to take him out. So I didn't have the usual time to butter him up. Which means we needed twice the sex with half the foreplay.
Tom Bishop: Happy Birthday, Nathan. Did you know Langley has seven different birth dates for you?
Nathan Muir: And they're all wrong.
Tom Bishop: I know, believe me, it wasn't easy. KGB, Mossad, also wrong. Fortunately I was well trained.
Tom Bishop: [to Nathan Muir] I'm done with the reasons, Nathan. I'm done with you. I'm not ending up like you.
Anna Cathcart: The Scotch is older than she is...
Nathan Muir: Am I supposed to feel bad about that?
Troy Fogler: [re-enters the room looking faintly amused] There's been... an incident, in China.
Charles Harker: [looks confused for a moment, then shocked as he realises that Muir has played them all] Oh, Jesus Christ.
Nathan Muir: Troy, do you remember when we could tell the good guys from the bad guys?
Tom Bishop: She's just someone I used to get to the camp.
Nathan Muir: She gonna be of any more use to us?
Tom Bishop: Not to us.
[Muir indicates a fat man sitting at a table reading a menu]
Nathan Muir: The man reading the menu. Threat?
Tom Bishop: Only to the hostess.
Gladys Jennip: What is this about?
Nathan Muir: Money. Free trade, microchips, toaster ovens.
Gladys Jennip: And what does that have to do with you?
Nathan Muir: Nothing.
Charles Harker: So, sir, you and Muir came up together, right?
Troy Fogler: Mmm-hmm.
Charles Harker: How well do you know him?
Troy Fogler: No one knows Nathan, not really.
Charles Harker: Do you trust him?
Troy Fogler: He's a man who got the job done.
Nathan Muir: She had worked both ends against the middle for so long, the middle decided to give up and go home.
Tom Bishop: I thought spies drank martinis.
Nathan Muir: Scotch, never less than twelve years old.
Tom Bishop: Is that right? Agency rules?
Nathan Muir: My rules.
Charles Harker: Maybe the payoff went to
Charles Harker: ... Digby Gibson, when you tipped off the press.
Nathan Muir: Troy?
Troy Fogler: Leave Digger outta this! His paper's a front; he's MI6's man in Hong Kong!
Elizabeth Hadley: Fine, that's me. What about you. You can start small... your name?
Tom Bishop: You know my name.
Elizabeth Hadley: [harshly] Your name.
Tom Bishop: Terry
Elizabeth Hadley: Tell me your real name. Please.
Tom Bishop: Terry
Elizabeth Hadley: Gees, you're pathetic.