The Darkest Hour

Boris:
Welcome to Russia, sucker.

Sean:
Team work makes the dream work.

Ben:
Wait, let me put down the only effective weapon to attend to a lady in distress.

Sean:
This is how it starts.

Ben:
Those are great burgers, Walter.

Sean:
They can see us but we can't see them.

Sean:
They came here with a plan.

Skyler:
How'd you come up with that?

Sean:
I don't know. Shark Week.

Sean:
Our expansion plans for Moscow include getting drunk, laid and ending up in a Russian prison, all at the click of a button.

Ben:
Ooh, an American.

Sean:
I didn't fly halfway around the world to see Americans. Tell her to go to Applebees.

Sean:
What's the dress code for the end of the world? Jacket, no tie.

Russian Flight Attendant:
Sir, could you please turn that off? It can interfere with the plane's navigation systems.

Sean:
Do you really believe that? Because people have been talking outside, you know, the flight attendant social circle of trust, and word is that nobody really believes that.

Ben:
Excuse my friend. He was dropped on his head as a child.

Sean:
No. If these were really that bad, the wouldn't let you bring them on the plane, flat out. If you agree with me, don't unfold your arms.

Skyler:
Next time, you send an NDA.

Sean:
You must mean the Non-Douchebag Agreement.