David Percival: You can't un-fuck what's been fucked. You know, a beautiful Italian girl once said to me, "David, you can't unfuck what's been fucked." Women are always getting in the way of progress, aren't they?
Lorraine Broughton: I've read your file. I've also read your dog file. So let's cut the crap, shall we? This whole hungover, show-up-late, don't-know-which-way-is-up act, I'm not buying it. I trust you about as far as I can throw you.
David Percival: "It's a double pleasure to deceive the deceiver."
Lorraine Broughton: Niccolo
Machiavelli. It was on your shelf.
David Percival: Oh my God, I think I fucking love you!
Lorraine Broughton: That's too bad.
Lorraine Broughton: You've got some balls breaking in here.
David Percival: You should see my balls. Then you'd be really impressed!
Lorraine Broughton: [to Bremovych as he dies] Did you really think I was going to give you that list?... Before you die, I want you to get this through that thick, primitive skull. I never worked for you. You worked for me... Every false intel I gave you, a rip in the iron curtain. Every piece of intel you gave me, a bullet in my fucking gun. I want my life back.
Delphine Lasalle: When you tell the truth, you look different. Your eyes change.
Lorraine Broughton: Thanks for the warning.
David Percival: So, what have I learned after all this time? After all the sleepless nights, lying to friends, lovers, myself? Playing this crooked game in this crooked town filled with backstabbers and four-faced liars? I'll tell you what I've learned. One thing and one thing only. I fucking love Berlin!
Ronald Reagan: East and West do not mistrust each other because we're armed. We're armed because we mistrust each other. Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!
[cheering and applause]
Title Card: In November 1989, after 28 years, the Berlin Wall came down and the Cold War ended.
Title Card: This is not that story.
Lorraine Broughton: Are you going to lie till the very end?
David Percival: [laughing, gulps, gasps] Truth and lies. People like us don't know the difference.
Lorraine Broughton: No, we know the difference, David. We choose to ignore it.
Chief 'C': I'm putting you on leave, effective immediately. We'll start the next decade well rested.
Lorraine Broughton: C? What should I wear... for my tea with the queen?
[last lines]
Emmett Kurzfeld: Let's go home.
Lorraine Broughton: That sounds good.
Emmett Kurzfeld: "Cocksucker?" Really?
Lorraine Broughton: [chuckles] I'm glad it was convincing.
Coroner: I will not release this body without the correct information.
Lorraine Broughton: It's a simple mistake.
Coroner: Miss Lloyd, in Germany, we don't make simple mistakes.
David Percival: Let me help you with your bags.
[opens the trunk of the upside down car with luggage falling out]
Lorraine Broughton: Fucks sake!
David Percival: [dragging a henchman] Russians are fucking heavy...
Lorraine Broughton: Five minutes on the ground, and I'm already made.
David
Percival: You're not made.
[throws Russian into his car]
Lorraine Broughton: They knew my name.
David Percival: That's troubling.
Lorraine Broughton: ...and yours.
David Percival: Probably surprising.
Lorraine Broughton: [punches waking Russian in the face] Great
fucking start, Percival...
[first lines]
Ronald Reagan: East and West do not mistrust each other because we're armed. We're armed because we mistrust each other. Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall.