Gib: [to Harry, who thinks his wife is having an affair] Hey, Harry. Listen, Helen still loves you. You know, she just wants to bang this guy for a while. You know? It's nothing serious. You'll get used to it soon...
Harry: [slams him up against a car] Stop cheering me up!
Helen Tasker: [has the upper hand on Juno in the back of a limo and grabs a champagne bottle] LIKE ONE?
[hits her with it]
Helen Tasker: HOW 'BOUT TWO?
[clobbers her a second time]
Harry: [to Juno, on her private plane] There *is* no us, you psychopathic bitch!
[Harry becomes angered when he discovers that Helen may be having an affair]
Gib: What did you expect, Harry? Helen's a flesh and blood woman and you're never there. It was only a matter of time.
[Harry lights up a cigarette and starts coughing]
Gib: [over the radio] Dickhead.
Harry: [over the radio, walking on the street] Blow me.
Gib: [to Harry, referring to Juno Skinner, over the radio] Seconds count buddy. Ditch the bitch.
Faisil: [sitting next to Albert, hacking into a computer inside their surveillance van] Yes! Files are unlocked! Fast Faisil strikes again. I'm doing, man! I've got my hand up her skirt, and I AM GOIN...
Gib: [covers his microphone so Harry wont hear him] Just copy the goddam files, OK?
[Harry returns to the van after escaping the castle]
Harry: Hi guys.
Gib: Well that worked real good. Right out the old front gate.
Harry: Can you lean back a second...
[Harry shoots two remaining pursuers]
Spencer Trilby: So far, this is not blowing my skirt up, gentlemen.
Salim Abu Aziz: [filming his video when the cameraman abruptly lowers the camera] What's the problem?
Jihad Cameraman: Batter-Aziz!
Harry: [speaking to the horse] What the hell were you thinking? I had the guy, and you let him get away. Look at me when I talk to you. What kind of a cop are you anyway?
Juno Skinner: Ok, Suzie Homemaker. Let's go.
Spencer Trilby: [in a conference room in their counter terrorism sector] Sweet Jesus, Harry, you surely screwed the pooch last night, didn't you?
Gib: Harry? Harry? You do not have time to tango, buddy. You copy?
[Harry sticks an unconscious terrorist's head in a bathroom urinal and flushes it]
Harry Tasker: Cool off.
Harry: [regrettably to Helen] What can I say? I'm a spy.
Gib: [shouting to civilians after pursuing Aziz throughout the hotel] Federal officer! Get down now! Duck or Die!
