A Secret Service agent is framed as the mole in an assassination attempt on the President. He must clear his name and foil another assassination attempt while on the run from a Secret Service Protective Intelligence Division agent.

David Breckinridge: Holster your weapons! Holster your weapons! I am Agent Breckinridge, Lead Investigator. I issued the warrant on Pete Garrison.
Counter Sniper: [sniper sights on Garrison] ...subject in my sight. Do I take the shot?
President Ballentine: [continuing his speech] We must ratify the Kyoto Protocol. We must embrace the ideal of an African economic union!
Post Agent #2: He's a Do Not Admit.
Post Agent #1: We have orders!
David Breckinridge: I am countermanding your orders!
Post Agent #1: You don't control this sight. Montrose does.
Post Agent #2: [into sleeve microphone] Montrose--
David Breckinridge: Don't call him!
Pete Garrison: Montrose is the mole!
Post Agent #1: Montrose?
Post Agent #2: What's the procedure for *that*?
Jill Marin: [from trailer] A lot of people are looking for you.
Pete Garrison: I'm innocent dammit!
Pete Garrison: Dave, I love her.
David Breckinridge: Well, that's practical.
[is given Depends]
Pete Garrison: I'm gonna walk out the White House carrying this?
Jill Marin: [to Pete] A lot of people are looking for you Pete.
1st Lady Sarah Ballentine: Pete, they think you're an assassin. They will kill you.
William Montrose: Cincinnat's next move is T.B.D.
Secret Service Agent: What's the "B" stand for?
William Montrose: Brass ones. Which you don't have.
Polygrapher Medina: Have you received adequate training for your profession?
Agent Davies: No. But I did stay in a Holiday Inn Express.
1st Lady Sarah Ballentine: How do you think it went in there?
Pete Garrison: Excuse me, ma'am, are you talking to me?
1st Lady Sarah Ballentine: Yes.
Pete Garrison: I thought it was, uh, an excellent speech.
1st Lady Sarah Ballentine: One to 10?
Pete Garrison: Ten, ma'am.
1st Lady Sarah Ballentine: You're not a very good liar, Pete.
Pete Garrison: Seriously?
1st Lady Sarah Ballentine: Yes, I- I really want to know.
Pete Garrison: 9.5.
1st Lady Sarah Ballentine: [to Agent Breckinridge] Pete Garrison and I are having an affair. Please, have a seat...and that's for you. You know, I don't know all the evidence you have against him, but I do know why he failed the lie detector test. And I know why he was in the coffee shop looking for someone.
Pete Garrison: You want to shoot me? Forget about the Kevlar. Shoot me in my face!
Polygrapher Medina: Have you received adequate training for your profession?
Agent Davies: No, but I did stay in the Holiday Inn Express.
[at Charlie Merriweather's house, investigating his murder]
Detective #1: There's no money left in his wallet, and there's been a series of robberies here the last two months. You have some reason to think it wasn't a robbery?
David Breckinridge: Well, Agent Merriweather spent the last twenty-five years honing his ability to sense danger. To notice anything outside of the ordinary. So for some average street criminal to get the drop on him? Yeah, it raises some questions.
David Breckinridge: Tom DiPaola said he called you four times yesterday. You never returned any of his messages, and that you almost missed the Marine One flight yesterday.
Pete Garrison: They moved the flight up two hours. I was in the coffee shop. It was noisy. I couldn't hear my cell phone. Now wh-wh-what is this, alright? What the hell are you doing following me?
Hugo Ortega: Las Palmas Coffee Shop is a dead drop for the Baranquilla Cartel.
David Breckinridge: You screwed up, Pete. You walked into a stakeout. I want to know your number one go-to guy at the Cartel, and I want to know how you were going to help them kill the president.
Pete Garrison: Why would I want to kill the president? What motive do I have?
David Breckinridge: I don't know Pete, and to be honest with you, I don't care. I know what the evidence is telling me.
Pete Garrison: I have given my entire life to the Secret Service. I've gotten up at 4 a.m. every goddamn morning.
David Breckinridge: So is that what this is about? You're bitter after all your years of service that they didn't make you director?
Pete Garrison: Oh, no. Don't confuse your own ambition with mine. Okay, Dave?
David Breckinridge: Come on, Pete. Think about it. People would understand that. I mean, Jesus Christ, you took a bullet for the President of the United States. And in the 25 years since, you haven't even made shift supervisor on a presidential detail, and *that* I know you wanted. But they don't put guys who bend the rules, not even a little bit, in charge of P.P.D., do they? Even if they did take a bullet for the old man.
Pete Garrison: Is that your professional or personal opinion?
David Breckinridge: [while Pete is dusting a cup for prints] You know its my experience that a guilty man doesnt break into a police station to run prints.
Pete Garrison: I only had my phone on for 5 minutes!
David Breckinridge: [shrugs] I was in the neighborhood.
David Breckinridge: Pete Garrison was my best friend. Until he slept with my wife
[last lines]
Pete Garrison: I'm gonna miss it.
David Breckinridge: It's gonna miss you too.
David Breckinridge: You're late.
Jill Marin: It's a minute past.
David Breckinridge: Yeah. And that makes you late.
David Breckinridge: I know about the affair.
Pete Garrison: It wasn't with Cindy!
David Breckinridge: Oh, I know. The First Lady.