Mickey Kostmayer: Pretty out of the way place for a meeting.
Robert McCall: Uh-huh. Well, it's an old tradition with Control; the worse the trouble, the more out of the way the meeting place.
Mickey Kostmayer: Well, then, it must be pretty bad.
Control: You followed me?
Robert McCall: Well, it wasn't very hard. Which is strange, because that is so unlike you.
Mickey Kostmayer: Find out what was wrong with Control?
Robert McCall: Well, partly. Mind you, trying to get the full truth out of him is like taking hold of mercury.
Robert McCall: Better get into position for the night.
Mickey Kostmayer: Oh, no, don't tell me, I know. I get the bird's eye view up here, you get the bucket seats in the Jag.
Robert McCall: Well, naturally. The benefits, you see, of age and seniority. Freezing up here, isn't it?
Mickey Kostmayer: Good night, McCall.
Robert McCall: Good night, my dear fellow.
Robert McCall: Your uncle has been working for a secret organization. He infiltrated it, and he copied most of their files.
Elaine: You mean he stole information from the Russians?
Robert McCall: No. He wasn't working for the American government. He was working for the Russians.
Elaine: I-I don't believe you. He never would've done that.
Robert McCall: I did tell you the truth was painful.
Robert McCall: It's very sad to see how lax KGB security has become. I'm sure that Mr. Durkin here will be only too delighted to put that in a report to Moscow.
Coble: You always had one flaw, McCall: You hated to see people die!