Abduction (I) (2011)
Burton: I assure you I have the situation under control.
Tom Shealey: Do you have the boy?
Tom Shealey: Do you have the list?
Tom Shealey: Then you don't have things under control, Frank.
Kevin: You wanna play with no rules, you better be careful what you let outta the box.
Gilly: I make the best fake I.D.'s in Pennsylvania.
Nathan: You know what? You should put that on your college application.
Nathan: I can't believe you're making me fight hungover.
Kevin: You wanna drink like a man, then let's see if you can fight like a man.
Burton: Listen to me Nathan. WE are going to find you.
Nathan: Not if I find you first.
Karen: Are we gonna die, Nathan?
Nathan: No... I won't let that happen.
Karen: That's better than middle school.
[they kiss again]
Nathan: That's 'cause I know what I'm doing now.
[they kiss and embrace]
Karen: Ha... and no braces either.
[she giggles; they kiss; the train lurches; she giggles again; they kiss; he removes his jacket; they kiss more passionately; he lifts her up for her to straddle him as he sits; they kiss some more]
Karen: Ah... We should get some food.
Nathan: [breathy] Yeah... I'm starving.
Nathan: This is bullshit.
Kevin: I'll tell you what's bullshit. Bullshit's getting so drunk that you can't defend yourself, you can't watch your back.
Kevin: [a punch to the gut] THAT"S bullshit, son.
Kozlow: When I'm finished, you'll be responsible for the death of every friend you have on Facebook.
Karen: Hmmm... So I had to wait four years for you to ask me out?
Nathan: [laughs] Yeah... but you gotta admit, it was one pretty exciting first date.
Karen: [giggles] Definitely.
Gilly: Dude, I can't believe how mainstream you guys are.
Nathan: Whoa! You joining the malitia group or something?
Gilly: So I go to the gun range like three or four times a week to blow off steam. I'm a virgin. What else am I gonn' do?
Burton: Listen, kid, the world you've just been dropped into is a world very few people get to see. You're gettig a glimpse behind the curtain. What we're engaged in here is a polite war. It's not about bullets and bombs, borders or territories. The currency of this war is information. Zeroes and ones, Nathan. Data.
Nathan: You murdered my parents.
Kozlow: They weren't your real parents.