When long-time British agent Harry Palmer loses his job because the Cold War is over, he's promptly approached by a Russian bossman, Alex. I...更多>
Alexei: I'm not being overly dramatic, Mr. Palmer, when I say the fate of the world is in your hands. [Toasting his host at the strip club] Harry Palmer: Here's to capitalism and big tits. Harry Palmer: Is this Siberia? Harry Palmer: What do they say at Airport security? Is this your bag? Did you pack it yourself? Did anyone give you a present? Harry Palmer: Are you in charge of this operation? Nick: Yes Harry Palmer: You're a bit young, aren't you? Nick: You don't worry about my youth, and I won't worry about your age. voice on phone: We were given your number by a friend. Harry Palmer: Nice to know I have any. Harry Palmer: Tell me Nick, have you got a mole on the left cheek of your ass? Nick: No. Harry Palmer: Neither have I. We could be related. Harry Palmer: Morning, Carothers, or night.