Three Days of the Condor1975

Kathy:
Sometimes, I— I take a picture that… isn't like me, but I took it, so it is like me. It has to be. I put those pictures away.

Turner:
I'd like to see those pictures.

Kathy:
We don't know each other that that well.

Turner:
Do you know anybody that well?

Kathy:
I don't think I want to know you very well. I don't think you're gonna live much longer.

Turner:
Well, I may… surprise you. Anyway, you're not telling the truth.

Kathy:
What do you mean?

Turner:
You'd rather be with somebody who's not going to live much longer, at least somebody who would be on his way.

Kathy:
I'm not--

Turner:
You take pictures. Beautiful pictures, but of empty streets and trees with no leaves--November. Why haven't you asked me to untie your hands?

Kathy:
H-How much do you want...

Turner:
I just...want to stop it. For a few hours. For the rest of the night. And then I'll go.