Michael Knox: I find it hard trusting someone who brings C-4 to a fucking soccer game.
Arkady Belav: I thought Americans hated soccer.
Michael Knox: Yeah, I've been saying that all fucking day.
Brother Swan: Better to burn out than fa... hkk... blurb.
Mr. Stahlbaum: This time has been difficult for all of us, but when Christmas comes, we must do our best to enjoy it.
Eve Miller: Are you and I in an awkward situation?
Thompson: That depends on if you feel awkward. (00:21:25)
Boyce: Three months ago, I was cutting grass on my front yard. The mailman shows up with a letter from the army. Now I'm here, and no idea where I'm going to end up.
Flag Pin: My grandfather use to tell all kinds of stories about this one soldier... but he wasn't taking about a man, but rather something mythic.
Donnie: Drink water.
Oscar Wilde: I am my own Judas.
Joe: Ok now this is epic.
Lucas Hill: My wife and I are old friends. And sometimes, with an old friend, you learn to squint away certain things, things you'd maybe rather not see.
Katya: Is it just her doing this, not-seeing, or you too?
Lucas Hill: The thing about squinting, you can never be certain what you might not be seeing.
Bianca Lind: If you let us go, we might live. If the police don't interfere, nobody will get hurt and we will survive. You can save our lives.
Olof Palme: And the best way to do that is not to let them out on the roads with you.
Bianca Lind: But we are willing to take that risk.
Olof Palme: I wish that would make a difference, but, as Prime Minister, I'm responsible for all the Swedish people.
Bianca Lind: Exactly. But all the Swedish people are not in here, we are trapped in here. We.
Mundy: Hey guys, check out my arm. I think my arm is trying to write something.