Russia House

Clive:
You live in a free society; you have no choice.

Barley:
This is fun... Is that why you keep it secret?

Katya:
Glasnost gives everyone the right to complain and accuse, but it doesn't make shoes.

Barley:
Yes, because I prefer Russia. It's as corrupt as America, but there's less bullshit.

Russell:
How the f*** do you peddle an arms race when the only a**hole you've got to race against is yourself?

CIA Interrogator:
Have you ever met any jazz musicians you would describe, or who would describe themselves, as anarchists?

Bartholomew "Barley" Scott Blair:
Hmmm... ah, there was a trombone player, Wilfred Baker.

Bartholomew "Barley" Scott Blair:
He's the only jazz musician I can think of who is completely devoid of anarchist tendencies.

Russell:
I am an honest-to-God glasnostic. My parents were glasnostics from way back. My children will be raised glasnostic, even though I don't have any children.

Bartholomew "Barley" Scott Blair:
Any decent church would have burned you bastards years ago.

Bartholomew "Barley" Scott Blair:
You have to think like a hero merely to behave like a decent human being.

Brady:
Wasn't Ray the sweetest man you ever met?

Bartholomew "Barley" Scott Blair:
Ray was a prince.

Brady:
Ever play chess with him?

Bartholomew "Barley" Scott Blair:
As a matter of fact I did.

Brady:
Who won?

Bartholomew "Barley" Scott Blair:
I did.

Brady:
So did I.

Walter:
This is just like school! Dear old, bloody old, school!

Barley:
Who are you, Dante? What do you do for a living?

Dante:
I am a moral outcast.

Barley:
Well it's always nice to meet a writer.

Bartholomew "Barley" Scott Blair:
So there was a crunch: to save your precious secrets or to trade them for Katya and her family. The easiest decision I ever made.

Bartholomew "Barley" Scott Blair:
Smile, you must smile: they're watching us, your side and my side. We're going to beat them both. I can't save Yakov, nothing can; but you're safe, the children are safe, uncle Matvey's safe. I love you and I won't let you down.

Bartholomew "Barley" Scott Blair:
It was my first good contract: real people for unreal arguments.

Bartholomew "Barley" Scott Blair:
I love you. All my failings were preparation for me to you. It's like nothing I have ever known: it's unselfish love, grown up love. You know it is. It's mature, absolute, thrilling love.

Katya:
You have bewitched my family. My children think all you British are Santa Claus in beautiful tweed clothes.

Bartholomew "Barley" Scott Blair:
There's no Santa Claus. Nobody is what it seems. Except you.

Bartholomew "Barley" Scott Blair:
If there is to be a hope we must all betray our country, we have to save each other because all victims are equal and none is more equal than others. It's everyone's duty to start the avalanche.

Clive:
Do you believe this nonsense?

Bartholomew "Barley" Scott Blair:
I don't know. I believe it when I say it. But you've got to be there: you're taking a leak in some filthy public urinal and the man in the next stall leans across and asks you about God or Kafka or freedom versus responsibility; so you tell him because you know, because you're from the West. And before you've finished shaking your dick you think:"What a great country!" That's why I love them... and they're very fond of me.

Walter:
Reconstruction! Openness! You don't reconstruct the balance of terror and open the ultimate can of worms.