Move over, Rover. This chick is taking over.

Felicity Shagwell

He's a caca-poopoo

kid

Ann Darrow: Why would you do that?
Jack Driscoll: Why would I write a play for you? Isn't it obvious?
Ann Darrow: Not to me.
Jack Driscoll: It's in the subtext.

Han Sing: Okay, here's the deal, meatball: You let me go, I let you live.
Maurice: [bursts out laughing] He says he's gonna let me live! Oh, you know what I'm gonna miss about you? The way you make me laugh.

What is keeping him up Bill, I dont know.

Fight Announcer

Agent Paxton: Now you tell me I'm on a need-to-know basis. And I'm telling you right now, I need to who the fuck John Mason is, right now sir!
Womack: You want to know? Okay. 1962: J. Edgar Hoover is the head of the FBI, some say the country. It's no secret that he kept secret files on prominent Americans and Europeans. De Gaulle, British members of Parliament, even the Prime Minister. I mean, this guy had dirt on everybody in the world.
Agent Paxton: Yeah, I know all of the cloak and dagger stories. Where does Mason fit in?
Womack: Mason was the British operative who stole the files, but our Bureau agents caught him at the Canadian border. Of course, the British claimed that they never heard of him. So we held him without trial until he gave up the microfilm. But he never did.
Agent Paxton: Well, I'm surprised Hoover didn't use his daughter as leverage.
Womack: Hoover was dead in '72, she wasn't born yet. Today... it's a different Bureau.
Agent Paxton: So, you held this guy without trial his whole life. No wonder he's pissed.
Womack: This man knows our most intimate secrets from the last half century! The alien landing at Roswell, the truth behind the J.F.K. assassination. Mason's angry, he's lethal, he's a trained killer... and he is the only hope that we have got.

[voice over narration] We planned a huge network of tunnels under the forrest floor, and our first order of business every morning was to decide on a new pathway for the day.

Holly Sargis

Dale Denton: I'm gonna get us out of here!
Saul Silver: No. You're not. But it's okay.

I love robbing the English, they're so polite.

Otto

Connie White: You're English, aren't you?
Julie Christie: Yes.
Connie White: [proudly] I could tell.

Wanda: Let's make love.
Archie: Well, if you absolutely insist...

Look, I don't care what the telly says, all right? We *have* to get out of here. If we don't they'll tear us to pieces, and that is really going to exacerbate things for all of us.

Shaun

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