Neurologist: Your son is different
Young Chris's Father: Sooner or later, different scares people.
Christian Wolff: I like dogs playing poker... because dogs would never bet on things; so it's incongruous. I like incongruity.
Brax: Did you ever see a match-grade round travelling three thousand feet per second go through a window?
[guard standing near window drops dead as shot shatters glass]
Brax: Nobody does.
Christian Wolff: [Dana is coming on to him] I have trouble socializing with people... but I want to.
Ray King: I spent my whole life only recognizing my lucky breaks after they were gone.
Christian Wolff: [In a note he leaves for her at his poignant departure] Dana, you deserve Wow. - C.
Ray King: I was old ten years ago.
Christian Wolff: I have a highly functioning form of autism
Brax: When you interrupt somebody like that, it makes them feel that you're just not interested in what they have to say. Or maybe you think what you have to say is just more important that what I have to say. Is that what you think?
Young Chris's Father: Aggression, correctly channeled, overcomes a lot of flaws. Tapping into that aggression requires peeling back several layers of yourself.
Christian Wolff: [In response to the farmer's wife, saying she collected the raw materials for her home-made jewellery in, "the truck"] The *company* truck.
Ray King: Do you like puzzles, Marybeth Medina?
Marybeth Medina: [Answers the phone in Chris' abandoned house] Hello.
Justine: Miss Medina. Tell Eliot Ness to get his feet off the furniture, he's not in a barn. Living Robotics, write it down.
