#1 Tom Bishop: Happy Birthday, Nathan. Did you know Langley has seven different birth dates for you? Nathan Muir: And they're all wrong. Tom Bishop: I know, believe me, it wasn't easy. KGB, Mossad, also wrong. Fortunately I was well trained.
#2 Tom Bishop: Don't tell me that. Don't fucking tell me that. You didn't look in his eyes. Don't tell me that! Nathan Muir: He was your asset, somebody you use for information. Tom Bishop: Ah, Jesus Christ, you just... You don't just trade these people like they're baseball cards! It's not a fucking game! Nathan Muir: Oh, yes it is. It's exactly what it is. And it's no kid's game either. This is a whole other game. And it's serious and it's dangerous. And it's not one you want to lose. Tom Bishop: Nathan, we killed this man. We used him and we killed him. Okay, then you got to help me understand this one. You got... Nathan, what are we doing here? And don't give me some bullshit about the greater good. Nathan Muir: That's exactly what it's about. Because what we do is unfortunately very, very necessary. And if you're not willing to sacrifice scum like Schmidt for those that want nothing more than their freedom, then you better take a long hard look at your chosen profession my friend. Because it doesn't get any easier. You wanna walk? You wanna walk, walk.
#3 Nathan Muir: Hell of an ad for the Boy Scouts.
#4 Dr. Ahmed: Tell me. Is it hard? Tom Bishop: Is what hard? Dr. Ahmed: Is it hard? To take a life? Tom Bishop: [Long pause after a sigh] Yes.
#5 Nathan Muir: You just gave her four pieces of personal information for one dubious impersonal fact. Tom Bishop: Just trying to find out where she got that dress.
#6 Tom Bishop: She's just someone I used to get to the camp. Nathan Muir: She gonna be of any more use to us? Tom Bishop: Not to us.
#7 Nathan Muir: Troy, do you remember when we could tell the good guys from the bad guys?
#8 Nathan Muir: I take it you didn't get to be a marksman putting food on your mama's table. Tom Bishop: No, sir. We have a Safeway back home. Nathan Muir: Where'd you leard to shoot? Tom Bishop: Boy scouts, sir. Nathan Muir: What, are you kidding me? Tom Bishop: No, sir.
#9 Tom Bishop: [walking in on Nathan Muir shaving] My god, you're hideous! Why do you even bother?
#10 Tom Bishop: Happy? Nathan Muir: Seventy-four casualties, an apartment block leveled, one dead terrorist? Yeah, happy. Tom Bishop: We have some fucked up barometer for success, don't we?
#11 Tom Bishop: Fuck your rules, Nathan. Nathan Muir: Okay, but tonight they saved your life.
#12 Gladys Jennip: What is this about? Nathan Muir: Money. Free trade, microchips, toaster ovens. Gladys Jennip: And what does that have to do with you? Nathan Muir: Nothing.
#13 Gladys Jennip: Feeling a little paranoid on our last day? Nathan Muir: When did Noah build the ark Gladys? Before the rain.
#14 Charles Harker: If these walls could talk, huh. All this history, I envy you. Nathan Muir: Then bag your job, you can be just like me. Charles Harker: No, really. The debt this country owes you guys. Nathan Muir: Chuck, are you gonna dance with your hand on my ass all night or are you gonna make your move?
#15 Tom Bishop: I thought spies drank martinis. Nathan Muir: Scotch, never less than twelve years old. Tom Bishop: Is that right? Agency rules? Nathan Muir: My rules.
#16 Robert Aiken: Patricia? Nathan Muir: Yeah, my third wife. Dr. William Byars: My God, how many wives have you had? Nathan Muir: Four. You want to hear about them or Bishop?
#17 Tom Bishop: All right, so what else? What else do I need to know? Nathan Muir: Put away some money so you can die someplace warm and don't ever touch it. Not for anyone, ever. Tom Bishop: Okay, is that it? Nathan Muir: Don't *ever* risk your life for an asset. If it comes down to you or them... send flowers.
#18 Charles Harker: So, sir, you and Muir came up together, right? Troy Fogler: Mmm-hmm. Charles Harker: How well do you know him? Troy Fogler: No one knows Nathan, not really. Charles Harker: Do you trust him? Troy Fogler: He's a man who got the job done.
#19 Nathan Muir: When I was a kid I used to spend summers on my uncle's farm. And he had this plow horse he used to work with everyday. He really loved that plow horse. One summer she came up lame. It could barely stand. The vet offered to put her down. You know what my uncle said? Charles Harker: No, Muir, what did he say? Nathan Muir: He said, why would I ask somebody else to kill a horse that belonged to me?
#20 Tom Bishop: So, when do I get my first assignment? Nathan Muir: When I decide you're ready.