“My mission is to kill the bad guy, save the world, and hopefully end up with the girl. (Steele)”

“Think Snake Plissken. You know…Escape From New York? You do this job, and if you don’t fuck it up, we let you live. (Joe)Yeah, I’ve seen that movie. At the end they try to kill him anyway. (Steele)Good, then you’re already acquainted with our methods. Saves me a lot of training time and you a low of surprises. (Joe)”

“Be that as it may, we do need you in particular to complete this assignment. (Syd)What is it with you government assholes that you just can’t say anything in plain English? You always have to beat around the bush and use euphemisms or fucked-up acronyms for everything. (Steele)Fine. We need you to kill an assassin before he executes his target. Either you eat the bear, or the bear eats you, Mr. Steele. Or, to humor you, in plain English- you find and kill the assassin, or we kill you. End of story. (Syd)”

“I learned the bad guys are not always bad, the good guys are not always good, and to quote Captain Barbossa, the parameters are like rules, mostly guidelines. And that it takes a little bit of bad boy to fight the evil in the world.--Terri Mitchell”

“Let’s at least hope it’s not a gallu.Why? They’re not all bad, in a smelly, need-to-be-killed kind of way.”

“You know what I love about this place? (Joe)I hope it’s not the décor. (Steele)”

“How did you escape? (Syd)I fought my way out in a manner that would have made Rambo proud. And when I got home without his body because I couldn’t pull him out without getting myself killed, I got slapped in my face by everyone around me. So don’t talk to me about death, little girl. I wrote the book on it. (Steele)”