41 The Accountant Quotes (2024) #2

The Accountant

Christian Wolff: Pulls to the left. You might consider using a round with a superior ballistic coefficient.

The Accountant

[repeated line]
Christian Wolff: I need to finish.

The Accountant

Young Chris's Mother: My husband's in the Army, which means we all are.

The Accountant

Ray King: Say you're the head of the Sinaloa Cartel. Now the cartels count their money by weighing it in eighteen wheelers. But one sunny Mexican day, your in-house money scrubber comes to you and says you're 30 million light. Who can you trust to do the forensic accounting to track your stolen cash? Deloitte & Touche? H & R Block?

The Accountant

Christian Wolff: Why was the dress so important to you?
Dana Cummings: It wasn't about the dress. I just wanted to walk into the gym and have everybody say WOW! I was trying to belong. I was trying to connect. I think that no matter how different we are, we're all trying to do the same thing.

The Accountant

Christian Wolff: Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Took ill on Thursday, Grew worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday. That was the end, Of Solomon Grundy.

The Accountant

Neurologist: What if we're wrong? What if we've been using the wrong tests to quantify intelligence in our children with autism? Your son's not less than, he's different. Now your expectations for you son may change over time. They might include marriage, children, self-sufficiency, and they might not. But I guarantee you, if we let the world set expectations for our children,

they'll stay low... and they'll stay there.

The Accountant

Brax: I love it when people tell me how to do my job.

The Accountant

Dana Cummings: My dad was an accountant. He actually... You know, he had the whole schtick. He... You know, the little amortization book, with the green eye-shade. The, like dorky pocket protector and...
Christian Wolff: [Opening his jacket to show his shirt pocket] I've got a pocket protector.
Dana Cummings: That's a nice one. I

mean, his was dorky, I guess. Yours is nice.

The Accountant

Christian Wolff: [Spoken very calmly, after an intense scene] We should go.

The Accountant

Rita Blackburn: And...
Christian Wolff: [mentally calculating] 61 million, 679 thousand, and some change.
Rita Blackburn: Who did it, best guess.
Christian Wolff: I don't guess.

The Accountant

Justine: Do you like puzzles, Raymond King?

The Accountant

Christian Wolff: [Dana is coming on strong to Chris on the couch, when he suddenly has a thought] Crazy Eddie and the Panama Pump!

The Accountant

Dana Cummings: Tell me that's not an original Pollock.

The Accountant

Rita Blackburn: Cummings... you're needed in... whatever area I'm paying you to be needed in

The Accountant

Dana Cummings: I like the balance of it. I like finding things that aren't obvious.

The Accountant

Dana Cummings: Why would your clients follow you? You're an accountant.

The Accountant

Ed Chilton: Now, Mr. Wolff, I half suspect we're wasting your time.
Christian Wolff: I'm quite sure you're not.
Ed Chilton: And you know this how?
Christian Wolff: I'm on the clock.
Ed Chilton: [Small laugh] Well, I hope we're not wasting ours, then. Look, kidding aside, I think if you

saw our books you'd run for the hills. We have an incredibly complicated accounting system. Depreciation schedules on hundreds of different items. Full-time and contract employees. Department of Defense classified accounts. It's a numerical nightmare.
Christian Wolff: I'll need to see all those books for the past ten years. Bank statements, complete list of clients and

vendors. Hard copies printed out, my eyes only. All the information's right here.
[Slides over folded paper]
Ed Chilton: Okay, well, well, look. This all came to my attention only last week. Now, a junior cost accountant stuck her nose where it didn't belong and obviously had no idea what she was looking at. Lamar is overreacting. There's no missing money.

Christian Wolff: How long have you been CFO of this company, sir?
Ed Chilton: Fifteen years.
Christian Wolff: I need the books for the past fifteen, please.
Ed Chilton: Well you're awful goddamn blunt!