Ronin

Deirdre:
You're scared!

Sam:
Of course I'm scared! You think I'm reluctant because I'm happy?

Sam:
So, are you labour or management?

Vincent:
If I were management, I would not offer you a cigarette!

Vincent:
How did they finally get to you?

Sam:
They gave me a grasshopper.

Spence:
What's that?

Sam:
Lessee, two parts gin, one part brandy, one part Creme de Menthe...

Sam:
Whenever there is any doubt, there is no doubt. That's the first thing they teach you.

Vincent:
Who taught you?

Sam:
I don't remember. That's the second thing they teach you.

Spence:
You ever kill anybody?

Sam:
I hurt somebody's feelings once.

Sam:
If you don't mind, I'm gonna pass out.

Sam:
I never walk into a place I don't know how to walk out of.

Sam:
So, how'd you get started in this business?

Dierdre:
A wealthy scoundrel seduced and betrayed me.

Sam:
Same with me. How about that?

Spence:
You worried about saving your own skin?

Sam:
Yeah, I am. It covers my body.

Dierdre:
You're afraid!

Sam:
Of course I'm afraid! You think I'm reluctant because I'm happy?

Sam:
You aren't going in there?

Spence:
Yeah I'm going in there, and so are you.

Sam:
Why am I going in there?

Spence:
Why? To protect me!

Sam:
There is no protection there. If it's a come on we're fish in a barrel. What are you doing? Why do they want you in there? What are you, crazy?

Vincent:
No questions. No answers. That's the business we're in. You just accept it and move on. Maybe that's lesson number three.

Gregor:
So what could have been conducted in collegial atmosphere is now f***ed into cocked hat.

Sam:
All good things come to those who wait.

Sam:
Either you're part of the problem or you're part of the solution or you're just part of the landscape.

Gregor:
Can't we do something?

Sam:
We are doing something, we're sitting here waiting.

Vincent:
What do you want for Christmas?

Sam:
My two front teeth.

Vincent:
A friend of yours?

Sam:
Yeah, we went to high school together.

Vincent:
Well, everyone's your brother 'till the rent comes due.

Spence:
You think too hard.

Sam:
Nobody ever told me that before.

Spence:
You ex military?

Sam:
No, I got my job in the New York Times.

Sam:
You're great in the locker room, pal, and your reflexes might die hard, but you're weak when you put your spikes on.

Sam:
Excuse me, could you tell me how to find the post office?

Man with the Newspaper:
Do, uh, do I know you? No, I'm sorry, do I know you? Cause, uh, how did you know I speak English?

Sam:
You got an English newspaper.

Gregor:
Where did that come from?

Gregor:
I should've made you strip.

Spence:
Almost a bit of raspberry jam back there, yeah?

Gregor:
So, what colour *is* the boathouse at Hereford?

Sam:
How the f*** should I know?

SAM:

We're getting ready to set a course of animosity, I'd like to get a vague notion of our adversary."