Zero Dark Thirty (2012)
C.I.A. Director: What's this - this cluster of buildings down here?
George: The PMA - it's the Pakistani Military Academy.
C.I.A. Director: [looks at him incredulously]
George: It's their West Point.
C.I.A. Director: And how close is it to the house?
George: About a mile.
Maya: Four thousand, two hundred, twenty one feet; it's closer to eight-tenths of a mile.
C.I.A. Director: Who are you?
Maya: I'm the motherfucker that found this place. Sir.
Maya: [to Navy SEALs] Quite frankly, I didn't even want to use you guys, with your dip and velcro and all your gear bullshit. I wanted to drop a bomb. But people didn't believe in this lead enough to drop a bomb. So they're using you guys as canaries. And, in theory, if bin Laden isn't there, you can sneak away and no one will be the wiser. But bin Laden is there. And you're going to kill him for me.
Dan: It's cool, that you're strong and I respect it, I do. But in the end, everybody breaks, bro. It's biology.
Maya: [slightly irritated] So what does this Baluchi guy look like?
Abu Faraj al-Libbi: Tall, long white beard, thin, walks with a cane.
Maya: [smirks] Kinda like Gandalf.
Abu Faraj al-Libbi: Who?
Maya: I'm going to smoke everyone involved in this op and then I'm going to kill bin Laden.
Maya: So, you agree with me now, this is important?
Tim - Station Chief: No, I just learned from my predecessor that life is better when I don't disagree with you.
Justin - DEVGRU: So Patrick, be honest with me. You really believe this story? I mean
[turns to Maya]
Justin - DEVGRU: no offense, no offense, I don't.
Justin - DEVGRU: But... Osama bin Laden?
Justin - DEVGRU: What part convinced you?
Patrick - Squadron Team Leader: Her confidence.
Justin - DEVGRU: That's the kind of concrete data point I'm looking for. I'll tell you buddy, if her confidence is the one thing that's keeping me from getting ass-raped in a Pakistani prison I'm gonna honest with you, bro. I'm cool with it.
Dan: Can I be honest with you? I am bad fucking news. I'm not your friend. I'm not gonna help you. I'm gonna break you. Any questions?
C-130 Pilot: You can sit where you want. You're the only one on manifest.
C-130 Pilot: You must be pretty important. You gotta whole plane to yourself. Where you wanna go?
National Security Adviser: If this was political, we'd be having this conversation in October when there's an election bump. This is pure risk, based on deductive reasoning, inference, supposition, and the only human reporting you have is six years old, from detainees who were questioned under duress. The political move here is to tell you to go fuck yourself and remind you that I was in the room when your old boss pitched WMD Iraq. At least there you guys brought photographs.
George: You know, you're right. I agree with everything you just said. What I meant was, a man in your position, how do you evaluate the risk of *not* doing something? Hmm? The risk of potentially letting bin Laden slip through your finger. That is a fascinating question.
George: I want targets. Do your fucking jobs. Bring me people to kill.
Patrick - Squadron Team Leader: [approaching the bin Laden compound] Who here has been in a helo crash before?
[every hand goes up]
Patrick - Squadron Team Leader: Okay, so we're all good.
C.I.A. Director: What do you think of the girl?
Jeremy: I think she's fuckin' smart.
C.I.A. Director: We're all smart, Jeremy.
Dan: You know, I can always go eat with some other dude, hang you back up to the ceiling...
Maya: 100% he's there. OK, 95%, 'cause I know certainty freaks you guys out, but it's 100.
Patrick - Squadron Team Leader: Do you realize what you just did?
Dan: I need a favor.
Kuwaiti Businessman: Why I should help you?
Dan: Because we're friends.
Kuwaiti Businessman: You saying we are friends? How come you only call me when you need help? But when I need something you are too busy to pick up the phone. I don't think we are friends.
Dan: All right, fair enough. How about a new V10 Lamborghini? How's that for friendship?
Dan: Did you really think that when we got you, I would be a nice fucking guy?
Ammar: You're a mid-level guy. You're a garbage man in the corporation! Why should I respect you, huh? Why?
Dan: And you're a money man. Paperboy. A disgrace to humanity. You and your uncle murdered 3,000 innocent people. Yeah. I have your name on a $5,000 transfer via Western Union to a 9/11 hijacker. And you got popped with 150 kilograms of high explosives in your house! And you dare question me?
Dan: Come on, man, I'm fucking with you.
Maya: You can't run a global network of interconnected cells from a cave.
Dan: This is what defeat looks like, bro. Your jihad is over.
National Security Advisor: The President is a thoughtful, analytical guy. He needs proof.
Jessica: Where's Jack?
Maya: Probably stuck in some checkpoint somewhere.
Jessica: You two hooked up yet?
Maya: Hello, I work with him. I'm not that girl that fucks. It's unbecoming.
Jessica: So? Little fooling around wouldn't hurt you.
Dan: He's being a dick.
Joseph Bradley: He's trying to outsmart you. Why don't you tell him about your Ph.D?
Dan: State your request.
Maya: Move Heaven and Earth and bring me this fuckng Sayeed's family phone number.
Dan: Okay, I'll go and talk to "The Wolf."
Dan: [to Ammar in reference to Maya] You don't mind if my female colleague checks out your junk?
Jessica: [to Maya] So, no boyfriend... 'you got any friends at all?
Dan: [to detainee] Hey, what do you like? You like a bit of... You guys like a bit of Bob Marley? Bit of reggae? Kick back, take it easy after you've blown some shit up?
Dan: [to detainee, angrily] Where's the last time you saw bin Laden?
Patrick - Squadron Team Leader: [the SEALs are handing over the intelligence gathered from the raid] Alright, listen up, gentlemen! Read the signs. First floor-hard drives, files, anything! Second floor-opposite, down on the right! Third floor-ladies underwear!
C.I.A. Director: May I join you?
C.I.A. Director: How is the food down here anyway?
Maya: Uh, it's okay.
C.I.A. Director: How long have you worked for the CIA?
Maya: Twelve years. I was recruited out of high school.
C.I.A. Director: Do you know why we did that?
Maya: I don't think I can answer that question, sir. I don't think I'm... allowed to... answer.
C.I.A. Director: Alright. What else have you done for us? Besides Bin Laden?
Maya: Nothing. I've done nothing else.
C.I.A. Director: Well, you certainly have a flair for it.
Angry Pakistani mob outside U.S. embassy.: Joseph Bradley go to Hell! Joseph Bradley go to Hell! Joseph Bradley go to Hell!