The Recruit
The Recruit

James Clayton: Tell me about my father.
Walter Burke: You already know, don't you? That's why you're sitting here. You want answers, you're in the wrong car, kid. I only have secrets.

The Recruit
The Recruit

Walter Burke: You caught me, hand in the cookie jar.

The Recruit
The Recruit

Zack: [to Burke] Are you a senior instructor at the Farm?
Walter Burke: [wired up to a polygraph machine] Yes.
Polygraph Interrogator: True. OK, if you look at the screens, you'll see that his pulse is even, respiration normal, pupils undilated. Signs of the truth.
Walter Burke: Come on, rough me up, let's go.

Rough me up.
Zack: [smiling] Have you ever worn women's clothing?
Walter Burke: [mock angry] Who said that? Yes.
Polygraph Interrogator: [smiling] True.
James Clayton: Were you ever stationed in Peru?
Walter Burke: Yes.
Polygraph Interrogator: True.

Zack: Is your name Walter Burke?
Walter Burke: [serious] No.
Polygraph Interrogator: [troubled] True.

The Recruit
The Recruit

Walter Burke: What do you know about the CIA?
James Clayton: All I know is they're a bunch of old fat white guys who fell asleep when this country needed them most.

The Recruit
The Recruit

Walter Burke: Let's break up this dance team!

The Recruit
The Recruit

James Clayton: I guess it's just me and Sonny Crocket.
Ronnie Gibson: Is that the black guy or the white guy?

The Recruit
The Recruit

James Clayton: We're not playing by the rules here at the farm. Are we? Are we? Sonny?