(Conklin): What about Marie?
(Jason): She’s Dead.
(Conklin): How did that happen?
(Jason): She was slowing me down.
(Nicolette):He killed our man.
(Conklin): What, in the apartment?
(Nicolette): Yeah.
(Conklin): Well, you’re gonna have to clean that up.
(Nicolette): Me, no, I can’t clean it up; there’s a body in the streets.
(Conklin): Why not?
(Nicolette): There are police, this is Paris.
–And what?
–And what! Listen to me. I’ve been speed-talking for sixty kilometers now. I talk when I’m nervous. I mean, I talk like this
when I’m nervous, so, I’m gonna shut up now.
–Where’s your field box?
–It’s right there. The system’s gone haywire…Dining room window?
-Do you have I.D.?
-Not really.
-Is this your store?
-Yeah.
-It’s nice. A little hard to find.
Abbott: Can you really bring him in?
Conklin: I think we’re past that, don’t you? What, do you have a better idea?
Abbott: Well, so far, you’ve given me nothing but a trail of collateral damage from Zurich to Paris. I don’t think I could do much worse.
Conklin: Well why don’t you go upstairs and book a conference room. Maybe you can talk him to death.
Conklin: Let’s ask Marie what she wants to do.
Jason: Actually, I don’t think she gives a shit. She’s dead.
Conklin: What is the French word for ‘stakeout’, huh?
Jason: Everything I found out, I want to forget.
Jason: I don’t want to do this anymore.
Conklin: I don’t think that’s a decision you can make.
Jason: Jason Bourne is dead, you hear me? He drowned two weeks ago. You’re gonna go tell ’em that Jason Bourne is dead, you understand?
Conklin: Where are you gonna go?
Jason Bourne: I swear to God, if I even feel somebody behind me, there is no measure to how fast and how hard I will bring this fight to your doorstep. I’m on my own side now.
Jason: I will take you wherever you need to go. I will take you there, and i will leave you there. You can do whatever you want, you never have to see me again. But not here. If we stay here, we die.
Jason: Who am I?
Conklin: You’re U.S. Government property. You’re a malfunctioning $30 million weapon. You’re a total goddamn catastrophe, and by God, if it kills me, you’re going to tell me how this happened.
Jason: Who has a safety deposit box full of.. money and six passports and a gun? Who has a bank account number in their hip? I come in here, and the first thing I’m doing is I’m catching the sightlines and looking for an exit.
Marie: I see the exit sign, too, I’m not worried. I mean, you were shot. People do all kinds of weird and amazing stuff when they are scared.
Jason: I can tell you the license plate numbers of all six cars outside. I can tell you that our waitress is left-handed and the guy sitting up at the counter weighs two hundred fifteen pounds and knows how to handle himself. I know the best place to look for a gun is the cab of the gray truck outside, and at this altitude, I can run flat out for a half mile before my hands start shaking. Now why would I know that? How can I know that and not know who I am?
Jason: You sent me to kill Wombosi.
Conklin: Kill Wombosi? We can do that any time we want. I can send Nikki to do that, for Christ-sakes. Mr. Wombosi was supposed to be dead three weeks ago. He was supposed to have died in a way where the only possible explanation was that he’d been murdered by a member of his own entourage. I don’t send you to kill. I send you to be invisible. I send you because you don’t exist.
Marie: Nobody does the right thing.
Nicolette: He killed our man.
Conklin: What, in the apartment?
Nicolette: Yeah.
Conklin: Well, you got to clean that up.
Nicolette: No, I can’t clean it up; there’s a body in the streets.
Conklin: So?
Nicolette: There’s police, this is Paris.
It’s not going to happen!
Buckle up!
Everything I learned about myself I want to forget.
He went out the window…Why would anyone do that?
How could I forget about you? You’re the only person I know.
I can tell you the license numbers of all six cars outside. I can tell you the waitress is left-handed. I can tell you the guy sitting at the bar weighs two hundred fifteen pounds and knows how to handle himself, I know the best place to look for a gun is the cab of the gray truck outside, and I know that at this altitude, I can run flat out for a half a mile before my hands start shaking. Now why would I know that? How can I know that and not know who I am?
I swear to God, if I even feel somebody behind me, there is no measure to how fast I will bring this fight to your doorstep. I’m on my own side now.
I want Bourne in a bodybag by sundown!
It’s Bourne, isn’t it?
Jason : Who has a safety deposit box full of… money and six passports and a gun? Who has a bank account number in their hip? I come in here, and the first thing I’m doing is I’m catching the sightlines and looking for an exit. Marie : I see the exit sign, too, I’m not worried. I mean, you were shot. People do all kinds of weird and amazing stuff when they are scared. Jason : I can tell you the license plate numbers of all six cars outside. I can tell you that our waitress is left-handed and the guy sitting up at the counter weighs two hundred fifteen pounds and knows how to handle himself. I know the best place to look for a gun is the cab of the gray truck outside, and at this altitude, I can run flat out for a half mile before my hands start shaking. Now why would I know that? How can I know that and not know who I am?
Jason to Marie: How could I forget about you? You’re the only person I know.
Jason: How could I forget about you? You’re the only person I know.
Looks like you’re not home.
Nobody does the right thing.
So…we got a bump coming up.
The only thing we had in common was that neither of us knew who you
were.
The rope’s just like everything else. I found the rope and I did it.
The same way I can read and write and shuffle a deck of cards!
We can never come back to this car again…you understand
What’s the French word for ‘stakeout’?
Who has a Swiss bank account in their hip?
Why don’t you go up stairs and book a conference room, than you can talk about the death!
You’re a 30 million dollar malfunctioning weapon!
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