Emily: We'll work it out? Let me tell you something, you work it out on your fucking own! This is over!
Steven: You're not leaving me... the only way you leave me is dead!

Emily: He must have put it back on his way in, didn't plan on that did you?
Steven: Young David he was... he was very unpredictable.

How's that for wet work?

Steven: There you are. And how was your day? Any progress in saving the world?
Emily: I'm working on it.

David Shaw: Excuse me sir, can you spare 400 grand?
Steven: I don't see why not.

David Shaw: When's this card game of yours?
Steven: Tomorrow evening.
David Shaw: Tomorrow? No fucking way!

David Shaw: What happens if the plan goes to hell?
Steven: It won't.

Steven: When you wake up tomorrow, all this will seem like a bad dream.
Emily: What if there is no tomorrow?

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