“ARTHUR: How do we get out once we've made the plant?(to Cobb)I hope you've got something a little more elegant than shooting me in the head like last time.Arthur tilts back in his chair. Yusuf turns to Cobb.COBB: A kick.ARIADNE: What's a kick?Eames slips his foot under Arthur's chair leg. TIPS it- Arthur's legs SHOOT UP INSTINCTIVELY for balance-EAMES: That, Ariadne, would be a kick.COBB: That feeling of falling which snaps you awake. We use that to jolt ourselves awake once we're done.”

“ARIADNE: Do you use a timer? ARTHUR: No, I have to judge it myself. Once you're all asleep in room 528, I wait 'til Yusuf starts his kick...ARIADNE: How will you know?ARTHUR: His music warns me it's coming, then the van hitting the barrier of the bridge should be unmistakable-that's when I blow the floor out from underneath us and we get a nice synchronized kick. Too soon, and we won't get pulled out; too late and I won't be able to drop us.ARIADNE: Why not?ARTHUR: The van will be in free fall. I can't drop us without gravity.”

“EAMES: Shouldn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, Arthur-Eames lines up a shot with a grenade launcher. Fires- the sniper EXPLODES into the air- Arthur looks at Eames.EAMES: Shall we?”

“ARTHUR: (indicates rain) Couldn't you have peed before we went under?YUSUF: Sorry.The front door OPENS and Eames climbs in, soaked.EAMES: Bit too much free champagne before takeoff, Yusuf?YUSUF: Ha bloody ha.”

“EAMES: There's a man here. Yusuf. He formulates his own versions of the compound.COBB: Let's go see him.EAMES: Once you've lost your tail.(Cobb reacts)Back by the bar, blue tie. Came in about two minutes after we did.COBB: Cobol Engineering?EAMES: They pretty much own Mombasa.Cobb glances over the balcony. COBB: Run interference. We'll meet downstairs in half an hour.EAMES: Back here?COBB: Last place they'd expect.Eames downs his drink. Rises. Walks over to the Businessman.EAMES: Freddy!The Businessman looks up, awkward.EAMES: Freddy Simmonds, it is you!Cobb nonchalantly SLIPS over the balcony DROPPING HARD into the midst of the crowd on the street below.EAMES: (looks harder) Oh. No, it isn't.The Businessman looks past Eames but Cobb has vanished.”

“EAMES: Word is, you're not welcome in these parts.COBB: Yeah?EAMES: There's a price on your head from Cobol Engineering. Pretty big one, actually.COBB: You wouldn't sell me out.Eames looks at Cobb, offended.EAMES: 'Course I would.COBB: (smiles) Not when you hear what I'm selling.A ramshackle balcony overlooking a busy street. Eames pours.COBB: Inception.Eames' glass stops halfway to his mouth.COBB: Don't bother telling me it's impossible.EAMES: It's perfectly possible. Just bloody difficult.COBB: That's what I keep saying to Arthur.EAMES: Arthur? You're still working with that stick-in-the-mud?COBB: He's a good point man.EAMES: The best. But he has no imagination. If you're going to perform inception, you need imagination.COBB: You've done it before?EAMES: Yes and no. We tried it. Got the idea in place, but it didn't take.COBB: You didn't plant it deep enough?EAMES: It's not just about depth. You need the simplest version of the idea-the one that will grow naturally in the subject's mind. Subtle art.”