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Changez: [about watching the events of 9/11 unfold] In that moment, I should have felt sorrow or anger, but all I felt was awe. What audacity. The ruthlessness of the act was surpassed only by its genius. And David had struck Goliath. I'm sorry if my reaction to the attacks has offended you, Bobby. I hope you see that I'm not celebrating at the death of 3,000 innocents, just as you would not celebrate the death of 100,000 in Baghdad or Kabul, for that matter. But before conscience kicks in, have you never felt a split-second of pleasure at arrogance brought low?

Bobby Lincoln: And you ask me why they're harrassing your family. Let's just cut the bullshit, okay? You believe in violence as a tool for social change. You teach a course in violent revolution at Lahore University. Your lectures are full of anti-American rhetoric.

Changez: [cut to him teaching] We will wipe the blood of the invaders from our swords!

Bobby Lincoln: If that weren't enough, you were spotted at an Asal Mujahideen meeting with Mustafa Fazil, a known cell leader.

Changez: [cut to said meeting] I think I can help.

Mustafa Fazil: I knew you would.

Bobby Lincoln: Last night, Anse Rainier was kidnapped. And this morning, your class was canceled. If you're just an innocent bystander, Changez, why were you hiding? Only guilty people hide.

Changez: Your candor is appreciated, Bobby, but your conclusions are wrong.

Changez: I was just coming to see you.

Jim Cross: Interesting message you left me. "You're not letting him go"? What the hell does that mean?

Changez: It means that I'm not going to fire Nazmi Kemal. In fact, I'm not going to do any more evaluations. I'm quitting the firm, Jim.

Jim Cross: You accepted the position of associate less than three months ago. You leave now, you'll be giving up all hope of ever doing this kind of work again anywhere. You'd be commiting professional suicide.

Changez: I know I've let you down, Jim, and I'm deeply sorry for that. But I have to tell you that I'm through.

Jim Cross: You're telling me? You don't tell me!

Changez: Can we be civil, Jim?

Jim Cross: You think you're the only person who's experienced injustice firsthand? Throw a rock out there anywhere in this city and it'll land on the grave of someone who's seen worse than you. Now, maybe you're having some kind of breakdown. I will see to it that you will get some rest after this is done. But you will treat my committment to you with the respect that it deserves!

Changez: And to myself, as well. I have a committment to myself.

Jim Cross: Do you want to be an insurance salesman, Changez? With a mortgage and a migraine? Is that the life you envision for yourself?

Changez: As opposed to what? I have to live in truth. You taught me, Jim.

Jim Cross: You put your fucking shoes on and you go down to that office and you do the job you were hired to do!

Changez: It's not my job anymore.