Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit

Viktor Cherevin:
You Americans like to think of yourselves as direct, but I wonder if perhaps you are just rude.

Jack Ryan:
You Russians think of yourselves as poets but perhaps you're just touchy.

Jack Ryan:
[to Harper, while arguing with Cathy] Can we have a... a-a-a minute, please ?

William Harper:
No, you can't.

Cathy Muller:
I would like to talk to Jack alone.

William Harper:
This is geopolitics. It's not couples therapy.

Jack Ryan:
You didn't pick this life. I did.

Cathy Muller:
But I picked you.

[first lines]

Jack Ryan:
Hey, what's going on?

Student:
In there. It's on the news.

[last lines]

President:
And what's your name, son?

Jack Ryan:
Ryan, Mr. President. Jack Ryan.

Viktor Cherevin:
[In Russian] It was always for Russia.

The Minister Sorokin:
So is this.

[He shoots Viktor]

William Harper:
[to Jack] You're not just an analyst anymore. You're operational now.

Viktor Cherevin:
Regret. It piles up around us like books we never read.

CIA Operator:
Remember your tradecraft and you'll be fine.

Viktor Cherevin:
[speaking of Afghanistan] Different time, different empire, same graveyard.

Jack Ryan:
[collapsing on his crutches] I don't like you very much, doctor.

Cathy Muller:
I'm not a doctor. I'm a 3rd-year med student who is four credits short in P.T. until you decide to walk.

Jack Ryan:
Jesus, you weren't kidding. You *are* in the CIA.

William Harper:
Somebody has to be.

Viktor Cherevin:
Partnerships are delicate, Mr. Ryan. Sometimes they end violently.

Jack Ryan:
Do you know what happened three years ago today?

Cathy Muller:
You agreed to stop wearing cargo shorts?

Viktor Cherevin:
Trust. Truth. I think it's like most opinions - best unexpressed.

William Harper:
[waiting to see the president] Any way you can get that boy-scout-on-a-field-trip look off your face?

Jack Ryan:
[big smile] Not a chance.

William Harper:
That's what I like about you.

Jack Ryan:
I'm in the CIA.

Cathy Muller:
Thank God. I thought you were having an affair.

William Harper:
I want to send you back to school to finish your doctorate, then you'll join financial intelligence as an analyst. You'll work in a series of private banks on Wall Street while you'll use your position to uncover funding for terror groups.

Jack Ryan:
Covertly.

William Harper:
Yep. So, you have to keep it to yourself. Your employers won't know you work for us; the people you love won't know you do, either. It's gonna get lonely but... it's how we like to do things.

Cathy Muller:
Look, I will see you tonight, we're having dinner, and we're gonna split the check.