Abduction

Nathan:
You murdered my parents.

Kozlow:
They weren't your real parents.

[first lines]

Nathan:
[screaming] Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Whoo! Yeah, baby! Yeah, Gilly, get out here!

[last lines]

Karen:
Hmmm... So I had to wait four years for you to ask me out?

Nathan:
[laughs] Yeah... but you gotta admit, it was one pretty exciting first date.

Karen:
[giggles] Definitely.

Karen:
Are we gonna die, Nathan?

Nathan:
No... I won't let that happen.

[they kiss]

Karen:
W-w-wow.

Nathan:
What?

Karen:
That's better than middle school.

[they kiss again]

Nathan:
That's 'cause I know what I'm doing now.

[they kiss and embrace]

Karen:
Ha... and no braces either.

[she giggles; they kiss; the train lurches; she giggles again; they kiss; he removes his jacket; they kiss more passionately; he lifts her up for her to straddle him as he sits; they kiss some more]

Karen:
Ah... We should get some food.

Nathan:
[breathy] Yeah... I'm starving.

Gilly:
I make the best fake I.D.'s in Pennsylvania.

Nathan:
You know what? You should put that on your college application.

Gilly:
Dude, I can't believe how mainstream you guys are.

Nathan:
I can't believe you're making me fight hungover.

Kevin:
You wanna drink like a man, then let's see if you can fight like a man.

Nathan:
This is bullshit.

Kevin:
I'll tell you what's bullshit. Bullshit's getting so drunk that you can't defend yourself, you can't watch your back.

Kevin:
[a punch to the gut] THAT"S bullshit, son.

Kevin:
You wanna play with no rules, you better be careful what you let outta the box.

Nathan:
Whoa! You joining the malitia group or something?

Gilly:
So I go to the gun range like three or four times a week to blow off steam. I'm a virgin. What else am I gonn' do?

Burton:
Nathan, ya have to trust me.

Nathan:
Trust needs to be earned.

Burton:
How about I buy you a burger and a milkshake?

Burton:
Listen, kid, the world you've just been dropped into is a world very few people get to see. You're gettig a glimpse behind the curtain. What we're engaged in here is a polite war. It's not about bullets and bombs, borders or territories. The currency of this war is information. Zeroes and ones, Nathan. Data.

Burton:
I assure you I have the situation under control.

Tom Shealey:
Do you have the boy?

Burton:
No.

Tom Shealey:
Do you have the list?

Burton:
No.

Tom Shealey:
Then you don't have things under control, Frank.

Burton:
Listen to me Nathan. WE are going to find you.

Nathan:
Not if I find you first.

Kozlow:
When I'm finished, you'll be responsible for the death of every friend you have on Facebook.