Art Jeffries:
Well, it's good to see you've got your priorities in order. You care about a $75 bottle of wine, but you don't give a fuck about killing a nine year old boy.
Lt. Colonel Nicholas Kudrow:
My wife says my people skills are like my cooking skills: fast and tasteless.
Guest at Party:
Nick, I can't believe you look so good for someone so old. How do you do that?
Lt. Colonel Nicholas Kudrow:
Drugs my dear. Massive doses of drugs.
Art Jeffries:
[
after smahing all of his wine bottles] Happy Birthday, Nick!
[
repeated line]
Simon Lynch:
You are a stranger.
Simon Lynch:
Mummy, Simon is home.
[
last lines]
Art Jeffries:
Hey, Simon. Look at me. Look at me, Simon. Look at my eyes. Look at my eyes. It's me, Art.
[
first lines]
FBI Supervisor Hartley:
Let's go down.
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