Agent Paxton: Congratulations, Dr. Goodspeed. You did it.
Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: Thank you, sir.
Agent Paxton: You know, for a while there, I didn’t think you were going to make it. Well done, son. So where’s Mason?
Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: Vaporized. Blown out to sea.
Agent Paxton: Blown out to sea, huh?
Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: Yeah.
Agent Paxton: Poor bastard.
Director Womack: Goodspeed, where’s Mason? Where’s his body? I wanna see that son of a bitch!
Agent Paxton: Vaporized, sir. Excuse me, gentlemen.
Director Womack: What? Vaporized? A body can vaporize?
Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, yeah! Absolutely, sir.
Midge Carter: I just got to hang in till I get my Christmas tips. They just gotta keep me four more
Nat Moyer: Christmas?. Compromises?. How do you think we lost Poland?.
Midge Carter: Poland?.
Nat Moyer: Stalin sits at Yalta with a twinkle in his eye. Who knew?
Midge Carter: Stalin?.
Nat Moyer: Danforth has no right to dismiss you before your time.
Midge Carter: Man, I am eighty-one!
Nat Moyer: After we finish with him, tomorrow we go after the rest of his kangaroo court.
Midge Carter: Why, Lord?. Why are you doing this to me?. Lord, I ask you for help, and you send me a weird, commie, blind man!
State Judge: Now, you can demand a trial or in lieu of a plea, you can accept the recommendation of this court. What this court recommends is that you, the defendant, Tom Turner, AKA, Tom the Preacher, Tom the Con and Tom the Worm, you, sir, have one week to find a job. A real job. Nine to five, five days a week, for a year.
Tom Turner: Nine to five? That seems a bit excessive.
Seth: What did I tell you? What did I say to you? I said, “Buy the road map and leave.”
Richie: What the fuck am I supposed to do, Seth? He recognized us.
Seth: He didn’t recognize shit.
Richie: Seth, I’m telling you, the way he looked at us–you, especially–I knew he knew.
Seth: Low profile. Do you understand the meaning of the words “low profile”?
Richie: “Hey, Richie, how’s your hand?” “It hurts like a fuckin’ son of a bitch!”
Seth: Let me tell you what “low profile” is not.
Richie: “Thanks for askin’!”
Seth: It is not taking girls hostage. It is not shooting police. It is not setting fire to a building.
Richie: Bitch, bitch, bitch.