"Are you one of them?"
"One of what?"
"These hypocrites. All posh and shiny getting ready for four more years of ramming it to the rest of us."
"You're pretty cynical."
"Adequate to the occasion."
"Let's get out of here."
"My date's not going to like that much. But what the hell, his wife will be delighted."
"It's David Brice, Secretary of Defense. Satisfied?"
"You know I work for Brice?"
"I guess that makes two of us."
"As my assistant you will function as liaison under Scott's supervision between this office and the Intelligence Community. ...Calling that collection of piranhas a community is one of life's ironies."
"What's all this top secret business I've been hearing about over at the Pentagon?"
"Here's what we do have. CID is running a phone check. They're looking for all calls placed to a Susan Atwell."
"Well, she's in the morgue at Fort Meade. She was murdered last night."
"We know anything about it?"
"Get ready for this. We think she's either David Brice's or Scott Pritchard's mistress. Well she was seen with both of them. ...It didn't seem a high priority matter, so my people have been a little lax in following it up."
"Well, spilt milk. ...And you can forget about Pritchard. He's homosexual."
"I'll be damned."
"Ah, so will he, if you believe the Old Testament."
"Tom is the one who saw you at Susan's. He's known about you all along, isn't that right? We do know what that means. If Commander Farrell is the man who was with Miss Atwell, then Commander Farrell is the man who killed Miss Atwell. And we know that the man who killed Miss Atwell is Yuri. Therefore, Commander Farrell IS Yuri, quod erat demonstrandum."
"This is insane, It's out of control. Your cover story's not going to hold water."
"Yes, it will, but you have to have more moral courage."