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A desk-bound CIA analyst volunteers to go undercover to infiltrate the world of a deadly arms dealer, and prevent diabolical global disaster.
Rick Ford: You really think you're ready for the field? I once used defibrillators on myself. I put shards of glass in my fuckin' eye. I've jumped from a high-rise building using only a raincoat as a parachute and broke both legs upon landing; I still had to pretend I was in a fucking Cirque du Soleil show! I've swallowed enough microchips and shit them back out again to make a computer. This arm has been ripped off completely and re-attached with *this* fuckin' arm. Susan Cooper: I don't know that that's possible... I mean medically... Rick Ford: During the threat of an assassination attempt, I appeared convincingly in front of congress as Barack Obama. Susan Cooper: In black-face? That's not appropriate. Rick Ford: I watched the woman I love get tossed from a plane and hit by another plane mid-air. I drove a car off a freeway on top of a train while it was on fire. Not the car, *I* was on fire. Susan Cooper: Jesus, you're intense.
Rick Ford: Nothing kills me. I'm immune to 179 different types of poison. I know because I ingested them all at once when I was deep undercover in an underground poison-ingesting crime ring.
Susan Cooper: Where'd you get a suit? Rick Ford: I fucking made it, didn't I?
Rick Ford: We have to stop the sale of a nuclear bomb. They send in someone who looks like Santa Claus' fucking wife! Susan Cooper: Uh, did you forget? I am undercover because you are not supposed to be here! Rick Ford: Well I make a habit out of doing things that people say I can't do: Walk through fire, waterski blindfolded, take up piano at a late age.
Aldo: One day, lady superspy Susan Cooper, I will fuck you.
Susan Cooper: I look like someone's homophobic aunt!
Rick Ford: You're going to ruin this mission. Susan Cooper: No, *you're* going to ruin this mission. Rick Ford: No, you are. Susan Cooper: No, you're going to! Rick Ford: You... times infinity!
Susan Cooper: Well, here's to your mom. Rayna Boyanov: To my mother. And to you. Susan Cooper: And here's to you. I mean you may never be as wise as an owl but you'll always be a hoot to me! Haha. Rayna Boyanov: What a stupid fucking retarded toast. You're delightful. Susan Cooper: As are you. [they clink their glasses]
Rayna Boyanov: My father used to bring people like you here. Susan Cooper: Did he also make you dress like a slutty dolphin trainer?
[last lines] Susan Cooper: [Wakes up next to Ford in bed and starts screaming] Aaaaah! Rick Ford: Oh, stop screaming, you loved it!
Susan Cooper: [rides a moped up a ramp] I AM SO BADASS! [lands in wet cement]
Nancy B. Artingstall: Do you know what? You play it too safe. Susan Cooper: Oh maybe you're right. I just... I still, you know, hear my mom's voice... "well-behaved women often make history." Nancy B. Artingstall: Yes you do know the phrase is, "well-behaved women *seldom* make history." Susan Cooper: Yeah that's never how she said it. Nancy B. Artingstall: What were her others, uh... Susan Cooper: Oh, "just blend in, let somebody else win." Nancy B. Artingstall: Classic. Susan Cooper: I got that a lot in high school. And there was, "give up on your dreams, Susan." She used to write that in my lunchbox.
Susan Cooper: [from trailer] [due to her weight, Susan's bike topples] Susan Cooper: Goddamnit!
Rayna Boyanov: Fuck! People are trying to kill me and all that's left of my security guard is you two and you look like someone's demented aunts on vacation! You! [Points at Susan] Rayna Boyanov: Don't you have someone in your team other than this asthmatic big bird?
Bradley Fine: [has gun pointed at Tihomir] Tell me where the bomb is. Ten seconds or you're dead. Tihomir Boyanov: Interesting. You see, when my men and I hid it, I made sure to erase any witnesses. And then I erased the erasers. Which means, I'm now the only one who knows just where that dangerously compact and transportable nuke is. So... I'd say I have more than ten seconds. Bradley Fine: Well then in that case, I'd say you'd better st- [sneezes and accidentally shoots Tihomir in the head] Bradley Fine: Oh, fuck... Susan Cooper: [on earpiece] Oh my God, why did you do that? Bradley Fine: I didn't do it on purpose; there's like a ton of pollen in here!
Aldo: How do you like my English accent? I learned it from the Downton Abbey!
Nancy B. Artingstall: I'm very non-physically resourceful. I read a lot of intelligence, I read a lot of poems, and I've read all of the 'Hunger Games'. Rayna Boyanov: How is that helpful?
[Susan orders drones to blow up enemies and allows Fine to escape] Bradley Fine: Haha, close one! Nice drone work, Coop. I could kiss you! Susan Cooper: Oh, haha, well I would accept that with an open mouth.
Susan Cooper: My real name is... Amber Valentine. Rayna Boyanov: What are you, a porn star?
Susan Cooper: And fuck you for saying I look anything like that fucking beast... No wonder your dad never had the son he wanted; you fuck that monster once, and you just drop the fucking mic and walk out.
Bradley Fine: Who's the finest of them all? Susan Cooper: You are! Oh Bradley you so fine, you so fine you blow my mind, hey Bradley! [clap, clap]
Susan Cooper: And by the way, I can see your gun, unless you're SO extreme that you have a second dick coming out of your hip!
Rayna Boyanov: Whatever, fuck you. Susan Cooper: I knew you liked me! Susan Cooper: Hey! Fuck you too.
Rick Ford: This is a fucking LAKE?
Nancy B. Artingstall: I don't condone this sexy yet reckless behavior, Susan Cooper!
Susan Cooper: It's got a Martha Stewart had a breakdown feel.
Aldo: Hello, captured lady.
Susan Cooper: Jiminy Christmas!
Rick Ford: Oh, fuck my ass!
Susan Cooper: [commenting on Rick's clumsy rescue entrance] He means well.
Rick Ford: I told you to send me in there instead of Fine, and you didn't. And now Fine's *dead*. I'm going the fuck in. Elaine Crocker: You can't. We need someone to follow De Luca without being detected... And that will hopefully take us to Rayna, but it can't be any of you. Rick Ford: Here's what we do... I go into the Face/Off machine, get a whole new face. I turn up, they never know it's me. Elaine Crocker: Do you have quarters? Because it costs 50 cents. Rick Ford: What, I gotta pay? Elaine Crocker: *No*, because it doesn't exist Rick Ford: Yes, it does! I heard Cress and Wright talking about it in the shitter. [Points to Cress and Wright as they look down, hiding there laughter] Elaine Crocker: I'm sure they were pulling your leg. Rick Ford: You pair of fucking vaginas! [Cress and Wright burst out laughing] Elaine Crocker: Seriously? You've got to cut that out.