No Way Out (1987)
Schiller: [speaks Russian] We thought we'd never see you again.
Tom Farrell: [speaks Russian as well] So did I.
Schiller: Couldn't you have manage this better?
Tom Farrell: Not so fast, it's difficult for me to follow in Russian.
[switches back to English]
Tom Farrell: It's been very long for me.
Schiller: How thirsty you must be for the sound of our language.
[switches to English]
Schiller: Evgeny Alexeivich, wouldn't you love to hear Russian again? Imagine Pushkin, Lermontov, Tolstoy...
Tom Farrell: ...Solzhenitsyn, Aksyonov.
Schiller: [chuckles] Even them, always the sense of humor. In the Philippines, when you passed a bag of underwear, Moscow wasn't amused. I should've acted then. In any case, it's no longer possible for to remain United States. This bizarre incident has given them their Yuri. Evgeny, think. THINK! You're a hero of the Soviet Union.
Tom Farrell: [darkly] I'm not a hero.
Schiller: Be that as it may, you must return!
Tom Farrell: [annoyed] I came here! I thought I owed you that - but you can't make me go back.
[Tom leaves until the two men cock their guns]
Schiller: No! Let him go.
[Tom resumes in leaving]
Schiller: He'll come back. Where else can he go?
[Contra has chased Tom right up to the Secretary's Office when they are stopped by the MPs]
Tom Farrell: [to nearest MP] I am your superior officer and I am giving you a direct order to *arrest this man*!
Contra #2: I have orders from Pritchard!
Tom Farrell: DO IT!
Contra #2: I have my orders from Pritchard!
Tom Farrell: [to Contra] SHUT UP!
[Tom kicks Contra 2 in the groin. Contra is dragged away by the MPs]
Tom Farrell: And if he resists, SHOOT HIM!
MP: Yes, sir!
Scott Pritchard: Tom is the one who saw you at Susan's. He's known about you all along, isn't that right? We do know what that means. If Commander Farrell is the man who was with Miss Atwell, then Commander Farrell is the man who killed Miss Atwell. And we know that the man who killed Miss Atwell is Yuri. Therefore, Commander Farrell IS Yuri, quod erat demonstrandum.
[Scott Pritchard has committed suicide and Major Donavan has just stormed into Brice's office]
Defense Secretary David Brice: Your search is over, Major!
Maj. Donovan: [looking at Scott's corpse] Is that...?
Defense Secretary David Brice: He shot himself!
CIA Director Marshall: What's all this top secret business I've been hearing about over at the Pentagon?
Kevin O'Brien: Here's what we do have. CID is running a phone check. They're looking for all calls placed to a Susan Atwell.
CIA Director Marshall: Who's she?
Kevin O'Brien: Well, she's in the morgue at Fort Meade. She was murdered last night.
CIA Director Marshall: We know anything about it?
Kevin O'Brien: Get ready for this. We think she's either David Brice's or Scott Pritchard's mistress. Well she was seen with both of them.
[Marshall laughs ironically]
Kevin O'Brien: It didn't seem a high priority matter, so my people have been a little lax in following it up.
CIA Director Marshall: Well, spilt milk.
CIA Director Marshall: And you can forget about Pritchard. He's homosexual.
Kevin O'Brien: I'll be damned.
CIA Director Marshall: Ah, so will he, if you believe the Old Testament.
Tom Farrell: You murdered Sam, didn't you? You son of a BITCH...
[knocks Scott to the ground]
Scott Pritchard: [Gets up; brandishing a pistol] You have NO IDEA what men of POWER can *DO*!
David: [after the computer has finished regenerating the Polaroid negative] Hey, take a look at this. Somebody get Donovan down here! It's Commander Farrell.
Tom Farrell: [Sees the two thugs leaving for Nina's apartment] Hey! You two!... Scott, where are they going?
Scott Pritchard: What's the matter?
Tom Farrell: Laurel and Hardy. Where are they going?
Scott Pritchard: Who's that, Tom?
Tom Farrell: You know who I mean. The bookends.
Scott Pritchard: I sent them on an errand.
Defense Secretary David Brice: [as he strangles Susan] You tell me who it is!
Susan Atwell: He's not a PIG like you!
[Brice punches Susan in the face making her scream and fall to her death]
Susan Atwell: It's David Brice, Secretary of Defense. Satisfied?
Tom Farrell: You know I work for Brice?
Susan Atwell: I guess that makes two of us.
Tom Farrell: Who are these goons?
Scott Pritchard: They're associated with Special Forces.
Tom Farrell: What? What does that mean, "associated?"
Scott Pritchard: It means that they were *with* Special Forces, now they're *associated* with Special Forces.
Tom Farrell: [to Contra 1] You work in Nicaragua?
[Contra 1 nods]
Tom Farrell: [to Contra 2] You with the Death Squads?
Tom Farrell: [to Scott] Were they with the Death Squads?
Susan Atwell: Are you one of them?
Tom Farrell: One of what?
Susan Atwell: These hypocrites. All posh and shiny getting ready for four more years of ramming it to the rest of us.
Tom Farrell: You're pretty cynical.
Susan Atwell: Adequate to the occasion.
[the band has started playing ''D'ya think I'm Sexy' by Rod Stewart and two people start disco dancing]
Susan Atwell: We've got a potential nausea situation building here!
[Tom and Susan are making out in the limo when Tom notices the driver is watching them]
Tom Farrell: What's your name?
Bill the Limo driver: Bill.
Tom Farrell: Hi Bill. Could you close the slide, please.
Bill the Limo driver: Uh, sure.
Susan Atwell: [as the window goes up] Sorry, Bill.
Quartermaster: We've got a Soviet submarine out there. Captain wants us to track it 'til morning.
Tom Farrell: Good. It'll give us a chance to test the depth charges.
Quartermaster: Yeah. That'll be the day.
Defense Secretary David Brice: [to Scott, who's arrived late] Order some breakfast! It's the most important meal of the day. You should take better care of yourself.
Scott Pritchard: [about Brice] He's the most extraordinary person I've ever met in my life. If it came to it, I'd lay down my life for him.
Tom Farrell: Is that a job requirement?
Tom Farrell: [one of the Contras tries to follow Farrell into the bathroom] I would rather do this myself. You can listen if you want to.
Susan Atwell: [to man gawking at her cleavage] If you want to look down my dress, you better grow a few inches.
Susan Atwell: [as Brice is approaching the house] I-I'm begging you. Please just go now out the back door. I-I'm sorry. It's...
Tom Farrell: When I go, it'll be through the front door.
Defense Secretary David Brice: [Panicking and throwing papers at scott] This is insane, It's out of control. Your cover story's not going to hold water.
Scott Pritchard: Yes, it will, but you have to have more moral courage.
Susan Atwell: [Susan walks through a metal detector at a ball] Thank God its not a bullshit detector or none of us would get in.
Tom Farrell: Let's get out of here.
Susan Atwell: My date's not going to like that much. But what the hell, his wife will be delighted.
Defense Secretary David Brice: [Tom, discovering Susan's dead suddenly needs to leave Brice's office] Cmdr Farrell, are we boring you?
Scott Pritchard: I am tired of weakness! I am faced with a grave problem, and I intend to resolve it quickly and cleanly.
Sam Hesselman: [looking at Susan's murder evidence] Who is this bimbo, anyway?
Tom Farrell: She's dead.
Defense Secretary David Brice: [to Farrell] As my assistant you will function as liaison under Scott's supervision between this office and the Intelligence Community.
Defense Secretary David Brice: Calling that collection of piranhas a community is one of life's ironies.
Tom Farrell: [Sarcastically about Brice] He has great warmth.
Scott Pritchard: He's a genius. The normal rules don't apply.
Scott Pritchard: That was a stupid, *stupid* thing you did!
Defense Secretary David Brice: It's a House of Cards. There is no Yuri.
Scott Pritchard: It doesn't matter. All the intelligence agencies believe that there's a mole in the Defense Department. You know the theory: that Yuri was sent here by the KGB while he was still in his teens. For all intents and purposes, he can pass as an American.
Defense Secretary David Brice: Scott, they've been talking about that for four years. It's the CIA's wet dream. There's never been a shred of evidence.
Scott Pritchard: But, now, there is. He was the man who spent the weekend with Susan. He was the man who killed her.
Tom Farrell: Well, then, Brice is in an impossible situation. We should just call in the FBI.
Scott Pritchard: Don't be an idiot. Do you realize the magnitude of the scandal? The Secretary of Defense and a Soviet agent sharing the favors of a murdered whore!
Susan Atwell: Take care of yourself. Send postcards from exotic ports of call. That's what you call them, isn't it? Exotic ports of call?
Tom Farrell: A ports a port. You're exotic.
Susan Atwell: If you caught gonorrhea, I'll kill you.
Susan Atwell: I'm wearing too many clothes.
Scott Pritchard: I expect you to follow direct orders! And I expect you to demonstrate the personal loyalty to which both the Secretary and I have every right.
Scott Pritchard: You South African?
Nina Beka: That's right?
Scott Pritchard: [looking at her passport] I don't see a U.S. visa. You're an illegal alien. Do you know who I am? I can pick up that phone and I can have you on the first plane to Johannesburg. I'm assuming you have a reason for not wanting to be there.