Sidney Poitier credited as playing...
Crease
- [Martin has to walk across Cosmo's office at two inches per second to avoid triggering the motion sensors; outside, Werner arrives with Liz]
- Donald Crease: [on radio] Martin? I think you'd better hurry.
- Martin Bishop: [through his teeth] The one thing I *can't* do is hurry.
- [Crease and Mother are being held at gunpoint by two guards]
- Donald Crease: Did I ever tell you why I had to leave the CIA?
- Mother: No...
- Donald Crease: My temper.
- [Behind the guards, Whistler throws the van into reverse. One of the guards spins around to look, and Crease grabs his shotgun and knocks out both guards]
- Mother: Wow...
- Donald Crease: Motherfuckers mess with me, I'll split your head!
- Mother: They've even got photos of the guy leaving the embassy, through the back service entrance. Hey, Crease, you on?
- Donald Crease: Yeah, I'm on.
- Mother: Were you still in C.I.A. in '72?
- Donald Crease: Yeah, why?
- Mother: Did you know the Deputy Director of Planning was down in Managua, Nicaragua the day before the earthquake?
- Donald Crease: Now what are you saying, the C.I.A. caused the Managua earthquake?
- Mother: Well, I can't prove it, but...
- [Mother walks into the room and triggers the motion sensor]
- Donald Crease: This is what's in Cosmo's office. Best motion sensor on the market.
- Mother: And watch this.
- [he breathes in front of the sensor, and it goes off]
- Donald Crease: Also responds to thermal differentials.
- Martin Bishop: Does this have a happy ending?
- Mother: Oh, yeah. We can wrap you in a full-body suit of neoprene, heat-resistant rubber. Or we can raise the temperature in Cosmo's office to 98.6 degrees - which is probably what we'll have to do, because the neoprene would suffocate you. Either way, you've got a top speed of two inches per second. Any faster than that...
- [alarm beeps]
- Mother: and, uh, big guys with guns. But you'll probably do fine.
- Martin Bishop: Since when am I the one who's...
- Mother: This is the same model answering machine that Janek used for the shell of his box, now that's what you'll be carrying across the room at two inches per second. I got that for you because I figured you'd just, you know, want to practice. Remember to go real slow!
- Martin Bishop: Slow.
- [looks at Crease]
- Donald Crease: You get all the *fun* stuff...
- [during the team's surveillance of Dr. Janek, they hear his girlfriend passionately making out with him]
- Carl: [instantly] Mr. Bishop, do you mind if I take a look?
- Martin Bishop: Carl!
- Donald Crease: [pushing Carl away] Grow up.
- [taps Martin on the shoulder]
- Donald Crease: [whispers] Let me see.
- [Mother (the conspiracy theorist) is reading a tabloid]
- Mother: Cattle mutilations are up.
- Donald Crease: Don't.
- Mother: Sorry.
- Martin Bishop: How's the audio?
- Whistler: Good, Mother's pretty close.
- Donald Crease: He's just wearing four safety belts this time.
- Martin Bishop: What, no parachute?
- [watching the surveillance video over and over again as Janek types in his computer's password]
- Dr. Elena Rhyzkov: I leave message here on service, but you do not call.
- Dr. Gunter Janek: Oh, I-I'm sorry, it's just...
- Mother: [stops the tape] Okay, that's definitely W-G.
- Crease: Definitely not. No, that's a "V"...
- Martin Bishop: [giving up] She's in the way.
- Mother, Crease: Mmm.
- [while infiltrating Janek's office, his girlfriend enters unexpectedly; Martin grabs her, and in the van the others hear muffled screams]
- Donald Crease: Who the hell is that?
- Mother: Battle stations!