Maddie: GPLX?!
Burton: Yeah, that thing will break any code.
Maddie: That thing controls our entire missile defense system.
Burton: Honey, will you please. What are the odds the Russians attacking on a thursday night? Come on.

Maddie: Are you an agent?
Richard: No, but I used to have an agent.

Virdon: That's the trouble with surviellance, you don't get to see nothin.

Brown: There he is!
Virdon: Which one?
Brown: The man with one red shoe.

Richard Drew: I'm not tense. No, not at all. Well, I, I did pass out today, and got hit in the head by a baseball, and brushed my teeth with shampoo, then butchered Rimsky-Korsakov in front of fifteen-hundred people, and my clothes fell apart, but no, I�m a, I�m not, I�m not tense.

Hulse: Here's where he varied from the program. That has to be the message. We fed the notes into the computer.
Cooper: "ARDIE BETGO INDYO CEFAR OGGEL." What the hell is this?
Hulse: I don't know.
Carson: Oh, come on, can't you see? He's rubbing our noses in it! Let's just pick him up and put an end to it.

Paula: Oh, don't talk about Morris. All he cares about is his practical jokes.
Richard: I know, I know, I know, he's a percussionist, but still, that doesn't mean he's not a nice guy.