“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.”

“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.”

“If you're going to perform inception, you need imagination. You need the simplest version of the idea-the one that will grow naturally in the subject's mind. Subtle art.”

“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.”

“EAMES: Try this... "MY FATHER ACCEPTS THAT I WANT TO CREATE FOR MYSELF, NOT FOLLOW IN HIS FOOTSTEPS."COBB: That might work.ARTHUR: Might? We'll have to do better than that.EAMES: Thanks for the contribution, Arthur.ARTHUR: Forgive me for wanting a little specificity, Eames.”

“EAMES: Now, in the dream, I can impersonate Browning and suggest the concepts to Fischer's conscious mind...EAMES: (draws a diagram) Then we take Fischer down another level and his own subconscious feeds it right back to him.ARTHUR: (impressed) So he gives himself the idea.EAMES: Precisely. That's the only way to make it stick. It has to seem self-generated.ARTHUR: Eames, I'm impressed.EAMES: Your condescension, as always, is much appreciated, Arthur.”