The Recruit Quotes
A brilliant young CIA trainee is asked by his mentor to help find a mole in the Agency.
Dennis Slayne: [shouting at Burke] Walter!
Walter Burke: [stops in his tracks, blinded by the lights] Well, will you look at this? Twenty seven years, I'm finally in the spotlight, huh? What do you know. What do we do now? Come get my gun? Or do you just want to hang me? Hang the traitor!
[shouts at Slayne]
Walter Burke: You ready for that, Slayne? I hear you. "Why'd you sell us out, Burke?" I sold you out? No way!
Dennis Slayne: [realizes what is happening] Jesus Christ.
Walter Burke: [raving] Twenty seven years, neck deep in shit! Sell you out? Did I do my job? I ask you: you do your job? I hand you the target, I tell you who and where. All you got to do is act. What do you do? Do you do your job? No!
[screams]
Walter Burke: I'm obsolete! I'm irrelevant! Me! Shame on you! You yank me home, you shove me out in the woods! Some Ivy League prick who's afraid of having dinner in DC because of street crime is judging my worth!
Dennis Slayne: The target is Burke, I repeat, the target is Burke!
Walter Burke: [breaks off as he sees the laser sights on his chest] ... shoving me in the fucking woods...
Dennis Slayne: Put it down, Walter.
Walter Burke: [stunned, to James] They came for you.
James Clayton: [distraught] Yeah.
Walter Burke: The line to the CIA was a fake. You never told them.
James Clayton: [upset] No, you did. Nothing is what it seems.
Dennis Slayne: God dammit, Walter.
Walter Burke: [smiles ruefully] You got me, hand in the cookie jar.
[grins]
Walter Burke: You got to give me one thing. I'm a scary judge of talent. Here goes nothing.
[cocks empty pistol]
James Clayton: No!
Walter Burke: Bye bye.
James Clayton: [screams at CIA] No bullets!
[Burke is shot dead in front of him]
Walter Burke: [stops in his tracks, blinded by the lights] Well, will you look at this? Twenty seven years, I'm finally in the spotlight, huh? What do you know. What do we do now? Come get my gun? Or do you just want to hang me? Hang the traitor!
[shouts at Slayne]
Walter Burke: You ready for that, Slayne? I hear you. "Why'd you sell us out, Burke?" I sold you out? No way!
Dennis Slayne: [realizes what is happening] Jesus Christ.
Walter Burke: [raving] Twenty seven years, neck deep in shit! Sell you out? Did I do my job? I ask you: you do your job? I hand you the target, I tell you who and where. All you got to do is act. What do you do? Do you do your job? No!
[screams]
Walter Burke: I'm obsolete! I'm irrelevant! Me! Shame on you! You yank me home, you shove me out in the woods! Some Ivy League prick who's afraid of having dinner in DC because of street crime is judging my worth!
Dennis Slayne: The target is Burke, I repeat, the target is Burke!
Walter Burke: [breaks off as he sees the laser sights on his chest] ... shoving me in the fucking woods...
Dennis Slayne: Put it down, Walter.
Walter Burke: [stunned, to James] They came for you.
James Clayton: [distraught] Yeah.
Walter Burke: The line to the CIA was a fake. You never told them.
James Clayton: [upset] No, you did. Nothing is what it seems.
Dennis Slayne: God dammit, Walter.
Walter Burke: [smiles ruefully] You got me, hand in the cookie jar.
[grins]
Walter Burke: You got to give me one thing. I'm a scary judge of talent. Here goes nothing.
[cocks empty pistol]
James Clayton: No!
Walter Burke: Bye bye.
James Clayton: [screams at CIA] No bullets!
[Burke is shot dead in front of him]
Cab Driver: What are you here for?
James Clayton: An interview.
Cab Driver: You look nervous.
James Clayton: Yeah, a bit.
Cab Driver: [turning around in his seat] Just grab your balls.
James Clayton: [surprised] Grab my balls?
Cab Driver: Yeah, just grab your balls, squeeze them hard. Takes your mind right off the fear.
James Clayton: [smiling] Yeah, sure.
Cab Driver: Well, it works for me.
James Clayton: An interview.
Cab Driver: You look nervous.
James Clayton: Yeah, a bit.
Cab Driver: [turning around in his seat] Just grab your balls.
James Clayton: [surprised] Grab my balls?
Cab Driver: Yeah, just grab your balls, squeeze them hard. Takes your mind right off the fear.
James Clayton: [smiling] Yeah, sure.
Cab Driver: Well, it works for me.
Zack: [to Burke] Are you a senior instructor at the Farm?
Walter Burke: [wired up to a polygraph machine] Yes.
Polygraph Interrogator: True. OK, if you look at the screens, you'll see that his pulse is even, respiration normal, pupils undilated. Signs of the truth.
Walter Burke: Come on, rough me up, let's go. Rough me up.
Zack: [smiling] Have you ever worn women's clothing?
Walter Burke: [mock angry] Who said that? Yes.
Polygraph Interrogator: [smiling] True.
James Clayton: Were you ever stationed in Peru?
Walter Burke: Yes.
Polygraph Interrogator: True.
Zack: Is your name Walter Burke?
Walter Burke: [serious] No.
Polygraph Interrogator: [troubled] True.
Walter Burke: [wired up to a polygraph machine] Yes.
Polygraph Interrogator: True. OK, if you look at the screens, you'll see that his pulse is even, respiration normal, pupils undilated. Signs of the truth.
Walter Burke: Come on, rough me up, let's go. Rough me up.
Zack: [smiling] Have you ever worn women's clothing?
Walter Burke: [mock angry] Who said that? Yes.
Polygraph Interrogator: [smiling] True.
James Clayton: Were you ever stationed in Peru?
Walter Burke: Yes.
Polygraph Interrogator: True.
Zack: Is your name Walter Burke?
Walter Burke: [serious] No.
Polygraph Interrogator: [troubled] True.
