Ruth Lang: [to bodyguard] If we meet any terrorists, I'll text you.
The Ghost: Did you ever want to be a proper politician in your own right?
Ruth Lang: Of course, didn't you want to be a proper writer?
The Ghost: Forty thousand years of human language, and there's no word to describe our relationship. It was doomed.
Paul Emmett: A less equable man than I might start to find your questions impertinent.
The Ghost: Well don't tell me you're going to read it now.
Richard Rycart: Not all of it, just the beginning. There's something very important about it.
The Ghost: Yeah, it's the cure for insomnia.
Amelia Bly: Are you ill?
The Ghost: No, I'm aging. This place is Shangri-La in reverse.
Ruth Lang: I feel like the wife of Napoleon on St. Helena.
[first lines]
The Ghost: You realize I know nothing about politics.
Rick Ricardelli: You voted for him, didn't you?
The Ghost: Adam Lang? Of course I did, everyone voted for him. He wasn't a politician, he was a craze.
The Ghost: Well all the words are there, they're just in the wrong order.
The Ghost: I'd never guess you smoked.
Amelia Bly: I only allow myself one. In times of great stress or contentment.
The Ghost: Which is this?
Amelia Bly: Very funny.
The Ghost: You wouldn't happen to know if there are any flights leaving the airport tonight, would you?
Motel Receptionist: Not unless you've got your own private jet.
The Ghost: Ah, I lent it to my butler.
Motel Receptionist: Haha, oh you Brits!
The Ghost: You ought not to be written out of history.
Ruth Lang: Why not? Most women are.
The Ghost: Then I'll reinstate you. I'll put in all the occasions that he's forgotten.
Ruth Lang: How kind, like the boss's secretary who remembers his wife's birthday for him.
Paul Emmett: I doubt it very much. The gate will open automatically. Be sure to make a right at the bottom of the drive. If you turn left, the road will take you deeper into the woods and you may never be seen again.
The Ghost: [reading the first words of Adam Lang's manuscript] "Langs are Scottish folk originally and proud of it. Our name is a derivation of 'long', the Old English word for tall, and it is from North of the border that my forefathers hail." Fuuuck.
The Ghost: Look, l'm sorry. l should never have stayed in a client's house. lt always ends up with...
Ruth Lang: With you fucking the client's wife?
The Ghost: [on phone to agent] Some peace protesters are trying to kill me!
Paul Emmett: [about his wall of framed photos] Oh yes, the wall of ego. We all have one, our equivalent of the dentist's fish tank.
Adam Lang: [to Rycart on television] You cheeky fuck!
