Spy Game (2001)

Brad Pitt: Tom Bishop

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• Tom Bishop : [inside a bar]  All right, so what else? What else do I need to know?

  Nathan Muir : Put away some money so you can die someplace warm and don't ever touch it. Not for anyone, ever.

  Tom Bishop : Okay, is that it?

  Nathan Muir : Don't "ever" risk your life for an asset. If it comes down to you or them... send flowers.

• Tom Bishop : [giving Muir a liquor flask, while eating break at a café]  Happy Birthday, Nathan. Did you know Langley has seven different birth dates for you?

  Nathan Muir : [while eating break at a café]  And they're all wrong.

  Tom Bishop : I know, believe me, it wasn't easy. KGB, Mossad, also wrong. Fortunately I was well trained.

• Nathan Muir : I take it you didn't get to be a marksman putting food on your mama's table.

  Tom Bishop : No, sir. We have a Safeway back home.

  Nathan Muir : Where'd you leard to shoot?

  Tom Bishop : Boy scouts, sir.

  Nathan Muir : What, are you kidding me?

  Tom Bishop : No, sir.

• Tom Bishop : Don't tell me that. Don't fucking tell me that. You didn't look in his eyes. Don't tell me that!

  Nathan Muir : He was your asset, somebody you use for information.

  Tom Bishop : Ah, Jesus Christ, you just... You don't just trade these people like they're baseball cards! It's not a fucking game!

  Nathan Muir : Oh, yes it is. It's exactly what it is. And it's no kid's game either. This is a whole other game. And it's serious and it's dangerous. And it's not one you want to lose.

  Tom Bishop : Nathan, we killed this man. We used him and we killed him. Okay, then you got to help me understand this one. You got... Nathan, what are we doing here? And don't give me some bullshit about the greater good.

  Nathan Muir : That's exactly what it's about. Because what we do is unfortunately very, very necessary. And if you're not willing to sacrifice scum like Schmidt for those that want nothing more than their freedom, then you better take a long hard look at your chosen profession my friend. Because it doesn't get any easier. You wanna walk? You wanna walk, walk.

• Tom Bishop : Happy?

  Nathan Muir : Seventy-four casualties, an apartment block leveled, one dead terrorist? Yeah, happy.

  Tom Bishop : We have some fucked up barometer for success, don't we?

• Nathan Muir : [drinking coffee while standing outside of the coffee shop]  , showing Tom the apartment building across from then See that building across the way?

  Tom Bishop : Yeah.

  Nathan Muir : Do you know anyone there?

  Tom Bishop : No.

  Nathan Muir : In five minutes I want to see you on the balcony.

  Tom Bishop : What do...

  Nathan Muir : Five minutes.

  Tom Bishop : Can't we discuss it over coffee?

  Nathan Muir : You just lost ten seconds.

• Tom Bishop : [walking in on Nathan Muir shaving]  My god, you're hideous! Why do you even bother?

• Elizabeth Hadley : Fine, that's me. What about you. You can start small... your name?

  Tom Bishop : You know my name.

  Elizabeth Hadley : [harshly]  Your name.

  Tom Bishop : Terry

  Elizabeth Hadley : Tell me your real name. Please.

  Tom Bishop : Terry

  Elizabeth Hadley : Gees, you're pathetic.

• Nathan Muir : [while siting in a restaurant while every diner at every table and every restaurant employee]  The man reading the menu. Threat?

  Tom Bishop : [seeing the reflection of the image of the man through a metal dome watching the hostess]  Only to the hostess.

• Dr. Ahmed : [preparing him for him to help with their next op]  Tell me. Is it hard?

  Tom Bishop : Is what hard?

  Dr. Ahmed : Is it hard? To take a life?

  Tom Bishop : [Long pause after a sigh]  Yes.

• Tom Bishop : Fuck your rules, Nathan.

  Nathan Muir : Okay, but tonight they saved your life.

• Tom Bishop : So, when do I get my first assignment?

  Nathan Muir : When I decide you're ready.

• Nathan Muir : [after Muir ordered him to solicit information from an attractive female]  You just gave her four pieces of personal information for one dubious impersonal fact.

  Tom Bishop : Just trying to find out where she got that dress.

• Tom Bishop : [talking privately in a bar]  I thought spies drank martinis.

  Nathan Muir : [talking privately in a bar]  Scotch, never less than twelve years old.

  Tom Bishop : [talking privately in a bar]  Is that right? Agency rules?

  Nathan Muir : [talking privately in a bar]  My rules.

• Tom Bishop : [to Nathan Muir]  I'm done with the reasons, Nathan. I'm done with you. I'm not ending up like you.

• Tom Bishop : Vodka did me in, I'm comin' home.

  Nathan Muir : Throw out the bottle. They know.

• Tom Bishop : She's just someone I used to get to the camp.

  Nathan Muir : She gonna be of any more use to us?

  Tom Bishop : Not to us.

• Tom Bishop : [talking privately on a stair case]  Central Intelligence?

  Nathan Muir : [talking privately on a stair case]  You'd be working for me. Mostly undercover.