Enemy of the State

Robert Clayton Dean:
What the hell is happening?

Brill:
I blew up the building.

Robert Clayton Dean:
Why?

Brill:
Because you made a phone call.

Brill:
I think you're a little young to watch this part.

Robert Clayton Dean:
Yeah, so's she.

Brill:
What? That's my best aloha shirt.

Robert Clayton Dean:
Yeah, well say "aloha" to it.

Fiedler:
Rachel F., for you-know-what, Banks. God, would I love to have her ruin my life.

Fiedler:
*Please* let me follow the nanny. She doesn't shave her legs. Women like that are so... HOT.

Robert Clayton Dean:
Actually, I believe the term "shyster" is reserved for attorneys of the Jewish persuasion. I believe the proper term for me is "eggplant".

Robert Clayton Dean:
You're the only woman for me. You and Janet Jackson.

Robert Clayton Dean:
Why are they after me?

Brill:
You have something they want.

Robert Clayton Dean:
I don't have anything.

Brill:
Maybe you do and you don't know it.

Zavitz:
F*** a duck.

Brill:
If you live another day I will be very impressed.

David Pratt:
We believe Mr. Zavitz may have passed sensitive materials to you.

Robert Clayton Dean:
What sort of materials?

David Pratt:
Sensitive, sir.

Larry King:
You've got no right to come into my home.

Brill:
Do they know me?

Robert Clayton Dean:
Who's them?

Brill:
Do they know me?

Robert Clayton Dean:
I don't know what you're talking about.

Brill:
Either you are very smart or... incredibely stupid.

Robert Clayton Dean:
I have been a law abiding citizen my whole life, and one day with you, I mean... shoot.

Blake:
Is it true you had an affair with Rachel Banks?

Robert Clayton Dean:
You ever beat off in the shower, Brian? Ever have any homosexual thoughts?

Silverberg:
Robert, I really don't think that's...

Robert Clayton Dean:
None of my f***ing business, you're damn right it's not. I love my wife and I love my son, absolutely and without equivocation, and that's none of your f***ing business either.

Silverberg:
We think you need to take a break...

Robert Clayton Dean:
Are you firing me?

Silverberg:
I think you just fired yourself.

Robert Clayton Dean:
Planning a quick getaway?

Brill:
Yeah. Ever since I met you.

Brill:
I need sugar. I'm getting cranky.

Robert Clayton Dean:
Getting?

Brill:
You wanna take a poke at me?

Robert Clayton Dean:
I don't hit senior citizens.

Brill:
In guerrilla warfare they taught us to use our weaknesses as strengths.

Robert Clayton Dean:
Such as?

Brill:
If they're big and your little, then you're fast and they're slow. You're hidden and they're exposed. You fight only the battles you know you can win.

Selby:
Jones, Krug, what, are you guys from Communications?

Jones:
No, we're Ops.

Fiedler:
You can tell by their haircuts.

Thomas Reynolds:
What will it take for us to walk out of here with that video tape?

Pintero:
The end of the world.

Admiral Shaffer:
I want the entire history of this device, from birth to abortion on my desk in 2 hours. I want the name of the tech who made it. I want to know who authorised its use, who checked it out from inventory,

Admiral Shaffer:
and for what purpose. And most important, how in God's green earth it got into Congressman Albert's hotel room? Listen people, everyone knows where this is going. If this was a legit op, and I can't imagine how it could be, then so be it. But if this was someone's unilateral wet dream, then that someone is going to prison.

Rachel F. Banks:
How do you like the trout?

Robert Clayton Dean:
It tastes like fish.

Rachel F. Banks:
It is fish.

Robert Clayton Dean:
Yeah, but it tastes like every other fish I've ever eaten.

Brill:
Yeah, go for it Mr. Congressman

Eric Dean:
I missed you too, dad. Where did you go?

Robert Clayton Dean:
Oh, they've been keeping me really busy on this case. They're trying to work me to death out there.

Brill:
You're the threat now. Just like I was.

Robert Clayton Dean:
Threat to whom? To them?

Brill:
No. To your family, your friends, everybody you know, everybody you meet. That's why I went away and didn't come back. You've got to go away, Robert.

Robert Clayton Dean:
No, I don't think so. This is my life, I worked hard for it and I want it back. I grew up without a father, I know what that is. And I will not allow my family to go through that.

Congressman Phillip Hammersley:
Telecommunications Security and Privacy Act. Invasion of privacy is more like it.

Brill:
You're either incredibly smart or incredibly stupid.

Robert Clayton Dean:
We'll see in a minute. Watch out for the feds.

Jamie Williams:
Ooh, sensitive.

Brill:
Get in the f***ing elevator.

Brill:
You're transmitting. Get rid of your watch.

Robert Clayton Dean:
My wife gave me this watch.

Brill:
Then keep it.

Robert Clayton Dean:
Hey, I'll be back to get my blender.

John Bingham:
Yeah, I'll have it gift-wrapped.

Robert Clayton Dean:
You were right, I was wrong, but this is not the time for the 'I told you so' speech.

Carla Dean:
Oh, well there goes the Fourth Amendment. . .what's left of it.

Congressman Phillip Hammersley:
Are you blackmailing me, you ambitious sh*t?

Carla Dean:
Baby, listen to this fascist gasbag.

Robert Clayton Dean:
Conspiracy theorists of the world unite.

Brill:
It's a brave new world out there. At least it better be.

Brill:
You're blowing my whole life.

Robert Clayton Dean:
What life? You live in a f***ing jar so the world can't touch you. And Rachel, you didn't give a sh*t about Rachel. Just some package under seat number 32 to you.

Brill:
Come on. Do you have a problem? Do it. Go on, do it.

Robert Clayton Dean:
I'm all you've got. And you're all I've got.

Eric Dean:
So, who won the fight?

Robert Clayton Dean:
This is your dad, Eric. You know, when I put my foot down, that's it.

Eric Dean:
My mom won.

Robert Clayton Dean:
I was shopping for some lingerie. That's still legal, isn't it?

David Pratt:
Were you buying that for your wife?

Robert Clayton Dean:
No I was picking something up for myself, I do a little cross dressing on the weekends. You know, you'd be surprised how a nice pair of edible panties can make a guy feel sexy.

Robert Clayton Dean:
Steve? I thought you said his name was Bill.

Brill:
No, YOU'RE Bill.

Robert Clayton Dean:
If I'm Bill you're going to have to let me KNOW that I'm Bill!

Robert Clayton Dean:
I just did.

Robert Clayton Dean:
Steve? I thought you said his name was Bill.

Brill:
No,

Brill:
you’re Bill!

Robert Clayton Dean:
If I'm Bill, you're going to have to let me *know* that I'm Bill!

Brill:
I just did.

CIA director Thomas Reynolds (Jon Voight in most relevant quote):

Credibility... It's the only currency that

means anything on this kind of playing field.

I want his credibility.

I want people to know he's lying

before they even hear what he says.

Robert Clayton Dean:
I'm sick of this, you either shoot me, or tell me what the hell is going on!

Edward "Brill" Lyle:
You have something they want!

Dean:
I don't have anything!

Lyle:
Maybe you do, but you don't know it! Stay off the phone. Stay away from me and Rachel, you come near any one of us, I'm gonna kill you.

[Brill introduces Dean to his Faraday cage and starts activating his equipment]

Edward "Brill" Lyle:
The government's been in bed with the entire telecommunications industry since the forties. They've infected everything. They get into your bank statements, computer files, email, listen to your phone calls...

Robert Clayton Dean:
My wife's been saying that for years.

Lyle:
Every wire, every airwave. The more technology used, the easier it is for them to keep tabs on you. It's a brave new world out there. At least it'd better be. [analyzes disk] There it goes. It's some kind of simple encryption.

Dean:
Oh, conspiracy theorists of the world, unite.

Lyle:
It's more than a theory with me. I'm a former conspirer. I used to work for the NSA. I was a communication analyst. Listen to international calls, calls from foreign nationalists. That GPS tracking device we found in your cellular telephone? I designed one of the first models in that series. Fort Meade has 18 acres of mainframe computers underground. You're talking on the phone and you use the word, "bomb," "president," "Allah," any of a hundred keywords, the computer recognizes it, automatically records it, red flags it for analysis; that was twenty years ago. You know the Hubble Telescope that looks up to the stars? They've got over a hundred spy satellites looking down at us. That's classified. In the old days, we actually had to tap a wire into your phone line. Now calls bouncin' around on satellite, they snatch right out of the air.

[after reconciling their differences, Brill and Lyle go to a diner]

Edward "Brill" Lyle:
You're the threat now. Just like I was.

Robert Clayton Dean:
Threat to whom? To them?

Lyle:
No. To your family, your friends, everybody you know, everybody you meet. That's why I went away and didn't come back. You've got to go away, Robert.

Dean:
No, I don't think so. This is my life, I worked hard for it and I want it back. I grew up without a father, I know what that is. And I will not allow my family to go through that.

Kid at Nearby Table:
Mommy, I want to go home.

Lyle:
Want to take a poke at me?

Dean:
I don't hit senior citizens.

Lyle:
Come here, Babe. Come here, come on. [cat cuddles up] In guerrilla warfare they taught us to use our weaknesses as strengths.

Dean:
Such as?

Lyle:
Well, if they're big and you're small, then you're mobile and they're slow. You're hidden and they're exposed. You only fight battles you know you can win. That's the way the Vietcong did it. You capture their weapons and you use them against them the next time. That way they're supplying you. You grow stronger as they grow weaker.

Congressman Sam Albert:
[on TV] We knew that we had to monitor our enemies. We've also come to realize that we need to monitor the people who are monitoring them...

Carla Dean:
Well who's gonna monitor the monitors of the monitors?

Robert Clayton Dean:
I wouldn't mind doing a little... "monitoring" myself.

Carla:
Yes, and you've got lots and lots of... "monitoring" to do.

Eric Dean:
Are you guys talking about sex?

Robert:
[surprised with Carla] Boy!

Eric:
Oh no, it's time for dinner.

Robert:
Get in there and eat your dinner, no more hanging with Dylan.

Thomas Reynolds:
[to Edward Lyle] You won the war. Now we're fighting the peace. It's a lot more volatile. Now we've got ten million crackpots out there with sniper scopes, sarin gas and C-4. Ten-year-olds go on the Net, downloading encryption we can barely break, not to mention instructions on how to make a low-yield nuclear device. Privacy's been dead for 30 years because we can't risk it. The only privacy that's left is the inside of your head. Maybe that's enough. You think we're the enemy of democracy, you and I? I think we're democracy's last hope. There's always going to be power.