[Miranda point her gun at Graves] So... Ms. Frost is not all she seems.
Looks can be deceptive.
Yes. By the way, did you find out who betrayed you in North Korea?
Only a matter of time.
You never even thought of looking inside your own organization? [Miranda turns against MI6 by pointing the gun at James]
She was right under your nose.
[James shoots, but his gun is empty] It was so good of you to bring your gun in bed with us.
Yes. Occupational hazard. [throws the empty pistol on the floor]
You see, I have a gift. An instinct for sensing people's weaknesses. Yours is women. Hers and mine are winning, whatever the cost. So when I arranged for that fatal overdose for the true victor at Sydney, I won myself my very own MI6 agent, using everthing at my disposal - her brains, her talent, even her sex.
The coldest weapon of all.
They were moving him to Albany Prison in the Isle of Wight while it happened. We think he's left the country.
Marty, excuse me. Let's deal in what we know and not what we don't. We know he's escaped. We know it happened in Kent near the Channel. If he's left the country... Jack, listening? The chances he'd come here, that he'd try, that he could come here are so remote, I have trouble even saying it.
And yet your first instinct was to come all the way here and tell me.
Dr. Desmond Forest Oates:
What direction do you think "left" is? See, because if you go with your instinct and reverse it, I think we have something happening. How difficult is this? I'm so alone, I think.
I am trying. You are intimidating me.
Dr. Desmond Forest Oates:
Well you are FRIGHTENING me. You understand that? How do you get dressed in the morning? Do you have people come in, or do you just lie in state?
Jimmie, lead the way. Boys, get to work.
A please would be nice.
I said a please would be nice.
Get it straight buster - I'm not here to say please, I'm here to tell you what to do and if self-preservation is an instinct you possess you'd better fucking do it and do it quick. I'm here to help - if my help's not appreciated then lotsa luck, gentlemen.
No, Mr. Wolf, it ain't like that, your help is definitely appreciated.
I don't mean any disrespect, I just don't like people barking orders at me.
If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast and I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this. So, pretty please... with sugar on top. Clean the fucking car.
When I try to explain anything I always end up trying to be right usually, but not truthful necessarily. Trying to give the right answer or what I think is the right answer. It's a human instinct. You try to be as clever as you can be. You're trying to come off like you really know what the hell's going on, when you don't!
[narrating] In an age of conflict and contention, the heavens condemned humanity. The world became a game of survival - survival of the fittest. Without power, all we had was each other. We resorted to killing, theft, and instinct to help us survive. I couldn't take it anymore. It had been several days since I left the gang. The good part is - no more blood. The bad part is - no more sleep.