The passenger refuses to talk. He’s only asked for protection. I’ve gotten calls from a dozen diplomats already. We’ll have to let him go in an hour or so. Before that, we need some information from him. We’re drifting now.” “And you think I can succeed where you failed?” “I am not paid for uncertainty, Agent. Do your thing.

All I’m saying, Isaiah, is I want you to to think about it. You don’t owe her anything.” “Yes, I do. We all owe her. Me especially. It’s more difficult to distinguish the good from the bad every day- and she needs people that she can trust. Because the world is full of people she can’t.

How... is she?” “She? I’m the one who’s been shot. You’re aware of that, right?” “Welcome to the full metal jacket club, counselor. I’ll, uh, get you a membership card.” “Get right on that.

I did find your man, Natasha. Though I must say I’m not sure he’s the type to bring home to ta mere et ton pere.

When you need them, agents are at your disposal. And any special gear you’d like?” “As a matter of fact... Yes. I’ll give you a list.

Sociopathy. Defined: Psychopathic. Antisocial. Criminal. Lacking morality and responsibility. I don’t try to play psychiatrist to myself... I just want to know.

One benefit of government work? Frequent flyer miles. Seriously, I get bumped up about every flight. Still not as nice as the director’s private jet though...

I need answers. I need a path.” “Go, get your guy. I’ve got this. Trust me, Nat. I’m calm.“... “Hi, I’m Laura. You’re going to tell me everything I want to hear.

I don’t have a home. A home is a distraction. In my work one cannot have distractions. I wouldn’t necessarily know a home if I had one, though.

Thanks.” “For what?” “I needed someone angrier than I was.” “I am that.” “And Logan wanted me to look out for you.” “You’re angry, Laura. But you’re not alone.