Xander Berkeley: Lamar
Vincent : What's this?
Dr. Lamar : New policy, what's the matter? Flight got you nervous.
Vincent : Nope, there's a problem Lamar...
Dr. Lamar : ...I still haven't told you about my son, have I? He's a big fan of yours...
Vincent : Just remember. I was as good as any, and better than most...
Dr. Lamar : ...He wants to apply here...
Vincent : ...I could've gone up and back and nobody would've been the wiser...
Dr. Lamar : ...unfortunately my son's not all that they promised. But then again, who knows what he could do.
[test reveals Vincent as invalid]
Dr. Lamar : For future reference, right-handed men don't hold it with their left. Just one of those things.
[Lamar hits button revealing Jerome's valid i.d]
Vincent : [Vincent stares into Lamar's eyes, hesitating]
Dr. Lamar : You're gonna miss your flight, Vincent.
[Vincent is applying for employment at Gattaca. He has supplied a urine sample for analysis. When Dr. Lamar puts the sample into a genetic analyzer, the machine identifies it as "VALID", "MORROW, JEROME", "011010100-09564"]
Dr. Lamar : Congratulations.
Vincent : Well, what about the interview?
Dr. Lamar : That was it.
Dr. Lamar : Jerome, never shy, pisses on command. Beautiful piece of equipment you've got there, Jerome. I ever told you that?
Vincent : Only every time I'm in here.
Dr. Lamar : Occupational hazard. I see a great many on the course of any given day. Yours just happens to be an exceptional example. Don't know why my folks didn't order one like that for me.
Dr. Lamar : Jerome, Jerome, the metronome.