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Fredrick Trident:
If this were entirely our decision, we'd be more than happy to keep the entire intelligence community off limits to Congress. But there are some political realities in play that make that impossible. [stands and begins gathering his things]

Truxton:
A final thought if I might. [Trident sits] When you left your house this morning wearing that tie, perhaps your wife stopped you at the door. Perhaps she told you how good you looked in that tie. How handsome it was. While I'm sure you love your wife, might I suggest that you have many reasons to distrust her judgment about your tie. Maybe she has a fond memory of another time you wore it. A sentimental attachment. Perhaps she knows your tie collection, and is simply glad you didn't wear one of the ties she dislikes. Perhaps she sensed you were feeling a little fragile and felt like bucking you up a bit. Now imagine for a minute that you sit down here with us, and I say to you how much I admire that tie. Instantly you have another opinion. You don't know me, my taste. We have no sartorial history. No emotional attachment.

Frederick Trident:
Yes, but I know you've come here looking for my help.

Truxton:
Certainly. No one, no analyst, is without bias, without agenda, without blind spots. [pause] The gentleman to my right is a remarkable intelligence analyst. He is skilled in pattern recognition, systems analysis, and emergence theory. But in truth, his greatest asset for you is that you don't know how he thinks. You don't know how he lives. You don't know what motivates him. You don't know his taste in ties. [pause] You can trust him.