Burn After Reading Quotes

[last lines]
CIA Superior: What did we learn, Palmer?
CIA Officer: I don't know, sir.
CIA Superior: I don't fuckin' know either. I guess we learned not to do it again.
CIA Officer: Yes, sir.
CIA Superior: I'm fucked if I know what we did.
CIA Officer: Yes,

sir, it's, uh, hard to say
CIA Superior: Jesus Fucking Christ.

CIA Superior: Where is the, uh, the treasury guy? Pfarrer?
CIA Officer: Right now?
CIA Superior: Right now.
CIA Officer: Um, he is in a detention room at Washington Dulles.
CIA Superior: Why?
CIA Officer: He was trying to board a flight to Venezuela. We had his

name on a hot list, the CB people pulled him in, uh. Don't know why he was going to Venezuela.
CIA Superior: You don't know?
CIA Officer: No, sir.
CIA Superior: We have no extradition with Venezuela.
CIA Officer: Oh. So what should we do with him?
CIA Superior: For fuck's sake,

put him on the next flight to Venezuela!
CIA Officer: Yes, sir. Okay.
CIA Superior: Okay. So, the gym manager is dead.
CIA Officer: Yes, sir.
CIA Superior: The body is?
CIA Officer: Tha-that's gone, sir.
CIA Superior: Okay.
CIA

Officer: Um, but there was a, um, snag.
CIA Superior: What?
CIA Officer: Well, um. This analyst, Cox, was attacking the gym guy. It was in broad daylight, on the street. Our man, uh, did not know what to do. He felt he had to step in.
CIA Superior: Yes?
CIA Officer: He, um, he shot the analyst.

He shot Cox.
CIA Superior: Good. Great! Is he dead?
CIA Officer: No, sir. He's in a coma.
[CIA Superior grimaces]
CIA Officer: They don't think he's gonna make it. They don't-they don't think, they're pretty sure he has no brain function.
CIA Superior: Okay. Okay. If he wakes up we'll worry about

it then. Jesus, what a clusterfuck.

CIA Superior: The Russians?
CIA Officer: Mmm-hmm.
CIA Superior: The Russians?
CIA Officer: Mmm-hmm, Russian Embassy.
CIA Superior: Are you sure?
CIA Officer: Hey, the guy was not hard to follow, as you know.
CIA Superior: Why the fuck

would they go to the Russians? Why the fuck?

Osbourne Cox: And you're my wife's lover?
Ted Treffon: [shaking his head] No.
Osbourne Cox: Then what are you doing here?
[pause]
Osbourne Cox: I know you. You're the guy from the gym.
Ted Treffon: I'm not here representing HardBodies.
Osbourne Cox: Oh,

yes. I know very well what you represent.
[pause]
Osbourne Cox: You represent the idiocy of today.
Ted Treffon: No, I don't represent that either.
Osbourne Cox: Yeah. You're the guy at the gym when I asked about that moronic woman.
Ted Treffon: She's not a moron.
Osbourne

Cox: You're in league with that moronic woman. You are part of a league of morons.
Ted Treffon: No. No.
Osbourne Cox: Oh, yes. You see, you're one of the morons I've been fighting my whole life. My whole fucking life. But guess what... Today, I win.
[gun shot]

Chad Feldheimer: This is some heavy shit.
Linda Litzke: Is that my date list?
Chad Feldheimer: No, fuck.
Linda Litzke: You know, I'm trying to reinvent myself, and these procedures, which are so incredibly not cheap... What is that?
Chad Feldheimer: I can't believe this. This is like

intelligence shit.
Ted Treffon: I'm not comfortable with this.
Chad Feldheimer: This is like... I can't believe this shit I'm seeing.
Ted Treffon: Manolo found it.
Manolo: On the floor there.
Chad Feldheimer: Yeah. Manolo found like this CD just lying in a locker, a locker floor,

ladies' locker. I'm like, "What, someone's music or what?" And I come in here, and it's these files, man.
Ted Treffon: I'm not comfortable with this.
Chad Feldheimer: Talking about SIGINT and signals and shit and... "Signals" means "code", you know.
Manolo: It was just lying there.
Chad Feldheimer:

Talking here about department heads and their names and shit. And then there's these other files that are just, like, numbers. Arrayed. Numbers and dates and numbers and numbers and dates.And numbers and... I think that's the shit, man... The raw intelligence.
Ted Treffon: I'm not touching this. I want this out of here.
Chad Feldheimer: Just throw it

out?
Linda Litzke: No. You can't do that. You should put up a note in the ladies' locker room.
Chad Feldheimer: Put up a note? "Highly classified shit found?" "Signals intelligence shit? CIA shit?" "Hello! Did anybody lose their secret CIA shit?" I don't think so.
Ted Treffon: I don't know, you figure it out, but I'm not

comfortable with this, and I want this out of Hardbodies. We're running a gym here. God.
Chad Feldheimer: Manolo, you didn't find this.
Manolo: I found it on the floor there.
Chad Feldheimer: Yeah, I know, but...
Manolo: Right there on the floor there. Just lying there.

Katie Cox: Do you think that's enough carrots?
Harry Pfarrer: What?
Katie Cox: For the salad?
Harry Pfarrer: You know you really are a negative person.
Katie Cox: What?
Harry Pfarrer: Yeah. I've tried to ignore it. To remain upbeat. You just can't help dragging

everything down.
Katie Cox: Harry, stop the foolishness and behave. You're not talking to one of your *shithole* buddies.