Ray King: Do you like puzzles, Marybeth Medina?
Neurologist: Your son is different

Young Chris's Father: Sooner or later, different scares people.
Ray King: I was old ten years ago.
Christian Wolff: [Dana is coming on to him] I have trouble socializing with people... but I want to.
Christian Wolff: I have a highly functioning form of autism
Ray King: I spent my whole life only recognizing my lucky breaks after they were gone.
Brax: I love it when people tell me how to do my job.
Christian Wolff: I like dogs playing poker... because dogs would never bet on things; so it's incongruous. I like incongruity.
Neurologist: 1 in 68 children in this country are diagnosed with a form of autism. But if you can put aside for a moment what your pediatrician and all the other NT's have said about your son...

Autistic Boy's Father: "NTs?"

Neurologist: Neuro-typicals. The rest of us. What if we're wrong? What if we've been using the wrong tests to quantify intelligence in children with autism? Your son's not less-than. He's different. Now, your expectations for your son may change over time, they might include marriage, children, self-sufficiency. They might not. But I guarantee you, if we let the world set expectations for our children, they'll start low, and they'll stay there. And maybe... Just maybe... He doesn't understand how to tell us. Or... we haven't yet learned how to listen.
Christian Wolff: [In a note he leaves for her at his poignant departure] Dana, you deserve Wow. - C.
Brax: Did you ever see a match-grade round travelling three thousand feet per second go through a window?

[guard standing near window drops dead as shot shatters glass]

Brax: Nobody does.
Christian Wolff: [In response to the farmer's wife, saying she collected the raw materials for her home-made jewellery in, "the truck"] The *company* truck.
Christian Wolff: [Spoken very calmly, after an intense scene] We should go.
Brax: Sorry... sorry doesn't count it, you weird fuck!
Brax: I'll handle this accountant myself.
Dana Cummings: Tell me that's not an original Pollock.
[repeated line]

Christian Wolff: I need to finish.
Young Chris's Father: Aggression, correctly channeled, overcomes a lot of flaws. Tapping into that aggression requires peeling back several layers of yourself.
Lamar Blackburn: Why in God's name did I ever hire you?

Christian Wolff: To leak-proof your books. Dana found a mistake and you wanted to be sure it was safe to go public, and now you want to kill her.

Lamar Blackburn: I'm fond of Dana. But I restore lives, not Dana! Me! Men, women, children, I give them hope, make them whole. Do you even know what that's like?

Christian Wolff: Yes, I do.

[shoots Blackburn in the head. Looks at Braxton]

Christian Wolff: Sorry.

Brax: I missed you.
Justine: Do you like puzzles, Raymond King?
Ray King: Say you're the head of the Sinaloa Cartel. Now the cartels count their money by weighing it in eighteen wheelers. But one sunny Mexican day, your in-house money scrubber comes to you and says you're 30 million light. Who can you trust to do the forensic accounting to track your stolen cash? Deloitte & Touche? H & R Block?
Dana Cummings: I like the balance of it. I like finding things that aren't obvious.
Dana Cummings: What is this place?

Christian Wolff: Panamerica Airstream, 34ft 7inches long, 8ft 5 inches wide. Dimensions which are perfectly adequate for one person. Preferable, even.

Dana Cummings: This is where you live?

Christian Wolff: No, I don't live here, this is a storage unit, that would be weird.
Brax: When you interrupt somebody like that, it makes them feel that you're just not interested in what they have to say. Or maybe you think what you have to say is just more important that what I have to say. Is that what you think?
Young Chris's Mother: My husband's in the Army, which means we all are.
Dana Cummings: My dad was an accountant. He actually... You know, he had the whole schtick. He... You know, the little amortization book, with the green eye-shade. The, like dorky pocket protector and...

Christian Wolff: [Opening his jacket to show his shirt pocket] I've got a pocket protector.

Dana Cummings: That's a nice one. I mean, his was dorky, I guess. Yours is nice.
Christian Wolff: Pulls to the left. You might consider using a round with a superior ballistic coefficient.
Rita Blackburn: And...

Christian Wolff: [mentally calculating] 61 million, 679 thousand, and some change.

Rita Blackburn: Who did it, best guess.

Christian Wolff: I don't guess.
Neurologist: What if we're wrong? What if we've been using the wrong tests to quantify intelligence in our children with autism? Your son's not less than, he's different. Now your expectations for you son may change over time. They might include marriage, children, self-sufficiency, and they might not. But I guarantee you, if we let the world set expectations for our children, they'll stay low... and they'll stay there.
Christian Wolff: My father was an officer in the army. Psychological operations. He was concerned that I might be taken advantage of somehow, so he arranged for me to train with a number of specialists throughout my childhood. We lived in 34 homes in 17 years.

Dana Cummings: You moved 34 times?

Christian Wolff: Mm-hm.

Dana Cummings: God, that's extraordinary. I'm sure it must have been difficult. I haven't been anywhere. Well, Cancun - not my proudest moment.
Dana Cummings: Why would your clients follow you? You're an accountant.
Christian Wolff: Why was the dress so important to you?

Dana Cummings: It wasn't about the dress. I just wanted to walk into the gym and have everybody say WOW! I was trying to belong. I was trying to connect. I think that no matter how different we are, we're all trying to do the same thing.
Christian Wolff: [Dana is coming on strong to Chris on the couch, when he suddenly has a thought] Crazy Eddie and the Panama Pump!
Christian Wolff: If I don't do something, Dana will die.

Justine: Risking your life for a girl you've known a week, why?

[no response]

Justine: Heavy sigh... what's the plan?

Christian Wolff: Find the person who wants to kill her.

Justine: And?

Christian Wolff: Shoot them in the head
Marybeth Medina: [Answers the phone in Chris' abandoned house] Hello.

Justine: Miss Medina. Tell Eliot Ness to get his feet off the furniture, he's not in a barn. Living Robotics, write it down.
Brax: Did you ever wonder where I was?

Christian Wolff: I knew where you were, I just wanted to keep you safe. Some of my clients are quite dangerous.

Brax: I'm kind of considered quite dangerous myself.

Christian Wolff: Well you've made improvements.

Brax: [Smiles] Shit man, you and me here, what are the odds?

Christian Wolff: Statistically speaking...

Brax: Christ man, it's rhetorical, I mean really

[laughs]
Rita Blackburn: Cummings... you're needed in... whatever area I'm paying you to be needed in
Christian Wolff: Kill Christian Wolff. Transfer all domestic accounts overseas.
Christian Wolff: [cocks gun]

[speaks softly]

Christian Wolff: Your name?

Ray King: Ray. Raymond King.

Christian Wolff: Who employs you, Raymond King?

Ray King: I'm a Treasury agent.

Christian Wolff: Are you a good one?

Ray King: [pauses] No. No, not particularly.

Christian Wolff: Is that it?

Ray King: K- Kids. I'm a dad. I've got two kids.

Christian Wolff: Grown?

Ray King: Yeah. Yes, yes, they're all- they're all- grown up.

Christian Wolff: Were you a good dad, Raymond King?

Ray King: [trembling] Yeah. I've been a good dad. I'm a lousy agent, and I've been a weak man. But that, I didn't screw up. That I got right.

[starts weeping]
Christian Wolff: Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Took ill on Thursday, Grew worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday. That was the end, Of Solomon Grundy.
Ed Chilton: Now, Mr. Wolff, I half suspect we're wasting your time.

Christian Wolff: I'm quite sure you're not.

Ed Chilton: And you know this how?

Christian Wolff: I'm on the clock.

Ed Chilton: [Small laugh] Well, I hope we're not wasting ours, then. Look, kidding aside, I think if you saw our books you'd run for the hills. We have an incredibly complicated accounting system. Depreciation schedules on hundreds of different items. Full-time and contract employees. Department of Defense classified accounts. It's a numerical nightmare.

Christian Wolff: I'll need to see all those books for the past ten years. Bank statements, complete list of clients and vendors. Hard copies printed out, my eyes only. All the information's right here.

[Slides over folded paper]

Ed Chilton: Okay, well, well, look. This all came to my attention only last week. Now, a junior cost accountant stuck her nose where it didn't belong and obviously had no idea what she was looking at. Lamar is overreacting. There's no missing money.

Christian Wolff: How long have you been CFO of this company, sir?

Ed Chilton: Fifteen years.

Christian Wolff: I need the books for the past fifteen, please.

Ed Chilton: Well you're awful goddamn blunt!

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Aurore 2022-03-23 09:01:23

Grandpa Francis and Justine were very touched by 555, the others... not good, the position of Ben in my heart went straight to the horse face! 【Life black
Dortha 2021-10-20 19:02:56

The action is clean and neat, and there is no dog-blood mistake in Hollywood action movies to fight for the fight. Remember to make up the gun every time, so the obsessive-compulsive disorder patient can see it comfortably.