Maxwell Smart: I think it's only fair to warn you, this facility is surrounded by a highly trained team of 130 Black Op Snipers.
Siegfried: I don't believe you.
Maxwell Smart: Would you believe two dozen Delta Force Commandos?
Siegfried: No.
Maxwell Smart: How about Chuck Norris with a
BB gun?
Agent 99: Max has no experience, and I don't want him as my partner.
Maxwell Smart: Well, that is a sucker punch to the gonads.
[Larabee is texting during a briefing]
Agent 23: What are you doing? Are you texting?
Larabee: Yeah. Letting my fiancee know we won't be able to get married in June, 'cause I'll still be in this meeting.
[23 smirks]
Agent 23: Can I see that for a second?
Larabee: Yeah.
[Larabee hands the
phone to 23]
Agent 23: That's great.
[23 breaks the phone]
Agent 23: Well, that's weird. You lost your signal.
[Max is using the toilet and listening in on two henchmen conversing by the sinks. He flushes the toilet and walks over to them]
Maxwell Smart: You know what? I will tell you, I love your country! No more communism, no rules of any kind, really. I'm filling my suitcase with steroids and art from ancient Mesopotamia, ran over an old woman yesterday, best vacation I ever had!
[an alarm on his watch goes off]
Maxwell Smart: Time to take my pill...
[leaves and returns to his and 99's table]
Maxwell Smart: There was a guy in the bathroom who's really hot.
[beat]
Agent 99: Okay, well...
Maxwell Smart: No, no, no, radioactive hot. Although, yes, he did have a
certain rugged quality that some found appealing.
Maxwell Smart: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
The Chief: If you're thinking "Holy shit! Holy shit! A swordfish almost went though my head!" If so, then yes.
Larabee: Hey, new guy. Hold up a second. Welcome to CONTROL. We have a tradition called "Pick on the new guy." Here's how it works. We pick on the new guy.
Agent 91: And you can't do anything about it.
Larabee: Let's try one. You dropped your pencil.
Agent 91: Did you hear the man!
Hymie: I don't see a man, I see two little girls. I think I'll call you Maureen, and you Brittany.
Agent 91: New guy did not.
Larabee: New guy did.
Agent 91: OK, new guy...
Larabee: I got this. And I'm going to enjoy it.
Hymie: That will make me happy, Maureen.
Larabee: Ho ho ho. Maureen...
[Larabee punches Hymie in the stomach- loud metallic sound is heard]
Larabee: OW! What's in there? Oh. Oh.
Hymie: And just for the record.
Larabee: Oh. Oh. What's in there?
[Hymie staples paper to Larabee's forehead. Larabee screams]
Hymie: My name is not "new guy". My name is Hymie. Now, if you ladies will excuse me.
[Hymie walks away]
Bruce: [Bruce and Lloyd hiding off to the side] This is going to be so fun.
Lloyd: Make him high five me.
[Hymie high fives Lloyd]
Agent 99: Use your peripherals! Do you see him?
Maxwell Smart: I'm just widening my eyes. I'm not actually seeing anything more.
[turns around to look]
Maxwell Smart: Woah, that's a bad guy, that's a really bad guy! Did you see his face? His head looks like one of the Easter Island heads!