Marion Snow: — The briefcase. The train station. I threw you the case. Where'd you put it? Where'd you put it? Mace? You remember the package?... In the train station.
Mace: — True blue, Union... Union... True blue, Union... No. True blue. Union stew.
Emilie Warnock: — Some people just unravel. Now you're asking a crazy man where he hid a briefcase.
Mace: — Green. Beans. Lock, lockers, locker. Green. Green gloppy, stocker, stocker.
Marion Snow: — Mace. Mace. Yeah. Remember the case? Where 'd you put it? I threw it to you on the train. Case. Where'd you put it?
Mace: — Green. Well, locked, clock. Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby. Green, gloppy, lullaby.
Emilie Warnock: — What briefcase?
Mace: — I see you. I see you. I foresee you. I foresee you. I see you. I foresee you.
Alex: — Now. You want to save your skin? Tell your daddy to call off the assault. Or I will set my brother onto you.
Emilie Warnock: — Dad?
Jeff Warnock: — Emilie, I'm here. Emilie? Are you okay? Can you hear me? Sweetheart?
Emilie Warnock: — Everyone's dead. Blow this dump out of the sky.
— You're a pig.
— Thank you.
— You always treat women this way?
— Always. Well, only if I like them.
— You have any idea what my father would do to you?
— Oh, jeez! Not raise taxes again? Here. Yeah, you look good. Though, something's missing.
— What?
— It's okay, it's okay. It's only cosmetic. It's only cosmetic. It's nothing personal. Here, look, look. It'll probably save your life.
— What is that?
— Engine oil, coffee, some water I just got out of the toilet.
— And just what do you plan on doing with it?
— I plan on putting it in your hair.
— If you would like to play witness protection and shampoo in toilet water, be my guest. Not me.
— Come on. It'll be fun.
— Not on your life.
— Listen, it's really very sweet of you, but there's not a lot of room for anybody else, okay? It's kind of a VIP deal, get it?
— What I get is, you're a selfish dick... Ow!
— That'll freeze the nerves in this spot for 24 hours. You want some on your mouth? No? Okay, see here on the map? That's where the pod is.
You get in it, you fly away and the good guys will come and get you. Okay?
— On my own?
— You're a big girl, right? Here's an apple. And a gun. Don't talk to strangers. Shoot them.
— This is the plan you agreed on with my father?
— Yeah, he said it'll toughen you up. Apparently, you need that.
— Who are you? Who sent you?
— Your old man did.
— My dad. What did he say?
— Well, I didn't get to meet him personally. He kind of delegated your rescue. He had a big conference on the corn surplus.
— You're kidding me?
— No. No, apparently, we should all be eating more corn.
— About my father.
— Oh, yeah, I made that other bit up.
— Did he have a message for me?
— Yes, you are adopted.
— Are you the only type of jerk they found for this kind of mission?
— The only one stupid enough to say yes.
— So, it says here you were convicted of aggravated physical assault.
— No, I'm innocent. That wasn't me. That's a case of mistaken identity.
— Fifty-three counts?
— I've a very familiar face.
Are you just thrilled being yourself all day or is it a part-time job?