Krokov:
Have you seen this report on this Condorman? On this man Wilkins? He is an AMATEUR, do you hear? He is NOT an agent of the CIA! He is a WRITER OF COMIC BOOKS!
Woody Wilkins:
Who can save Princess Juliet - held captive by the evil Count Lorca? Who can save the city? Who?
[
pauses to put on goggles; in a deeper voice]
Woody Wilkins:
Who... this is a job - for CONDORMAN!
Harry Oslo:
[
as Condorman drops into the Seine] Flap, Woody! Flap!
Harry Oslo:
Woody, you're a great cartoonist, and you're a great comic book writer - but you're a lousy bird.
Turkish waiter:
Your order sir?
Woody Wilkins:
[
indicates Natlia's drink] I'll have one of those.
Turkish waiter:
One Istanbul Express.
Woody Wilkins:
Yes. A double.
Turkish waiter:
[
suprised] A double? Nobody orders the double, sir!
Woody Wilkins:
Okay. Make it a triple.
Woody Wilkins:
[
sitting up in the snow after falling from a cable broken by the KGB] I think they're gone! We can move now!
Harry Oslo:
I... may... never... move... again.
[
collapses into snow]
Natalia:
[
Natalia has just discovered that Woody is not a real agent] Harry, who are you?
Harry Oslo:
Huh?
Natalia:
[
holds up one of Woody's comic books] Woody is Condorman, I am Laser Lady! Who are you?
Harry Oslo:
[
looking resigned] How'd ya find out?
Natalia:
[
indicating the gaggle of children around her] The children here read comic books, too.
Harry Oslo:
[
sighs] Let's take a walk.
Woody Wilkins:
Condorman - vulture of the Western world.
[
takes drink, looks surprised, spews jet of flame]
Woody Wilkins:
[
after accidentally firing his machine-gun walking stick] That's a hair-trigger!
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