Trainee officer: [during an information training session] Hey, Coordinator! Capitão Nascimento: Yes, my sir? Trainee officer: Soldier 05 is sleeping. Capitão Nascimento: Hey Soldier 05! [hands 05 a grenade, 05 takes the grendade] André Matias: Yes, sir? Capitão Nascimento: Please take this. [removes the pin] Capitão Nascimento: Hey 05, if you drop this granade you will make the whole place explode. You will blow up ALL of your colleagues, you will blow up all of my auxiliaries, and YOU will make myself explode. Will the sir fall asleep again? André Matias: No sir! Capitão Nascimento: [after 05 stares down the grenade] We are all trusting you, sir
Johnny: You don't have to be afraid anymore. Frankie: I am. I'm afraid. I'm afraid to be alone, I'm afraid not to be alone. I'm afraid of what I am, what I'm not, what I might become, what I might never become. I don't want to stay at my job for the rest of my life but I'm afraid to leave. And I'm just tired, you know, I'm just so tired of being afraid
Nick Wild: I know now what I really need. Cyrus Kinnick: What's that? Nick Wild: 'Fuck you' money! Is this interesting? Interesting? Yes No | Share this Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options
M: Today I've repeatedly heard how irrelevant my department has become. "Why do we need agents, the Double-0 section? Isn't it all antiquated?" Well, I suppose I see a different world than you do, and the truth is that what I see frightens me. I'm frightened because our enemies are no longer known to us. They do not exist on a map. They're not nations, they're individuals. And look around you. Who do you fear? Can you see a face, a uniform, a flag? No! Our world is not more transparent now, it's more opaque! It's in the shadows. That's where we must do battle. So before you declare us irrelevant, ask yourselves, how safe do you feel? Just one more thing to say, my late husband was a great lover of poetry, and... I suppose some of it sunk in, despite my best intentions. And here today, I remember this, I believe, from Tennyson: "We are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are. One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, AND NOT TO YIELD."
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.
Miriam: -Be careful that you don't go so far out that you can't find your way back. Tom: -What if I don't want to get back? Is this interesting? Interesting? Yes No | Share this Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options