Mike Locken is one of the principle members of a group of freelance spies. A significant portion of their work is for the C.I.A. and while o...更多>
Mike Locken: I just wanna get closer to George. Cap Collins: (laughs) So you find him and you zap him. Will that change Weyburn's mind? Will that give you back your knee and your elbow? Mike Locken: No, no, but, uh, wherever they are I know they'll be a lot happier. Mike Locken: No, hold, hold it Jerome. Jerome. Don't, uh, don't pull down on a cop. Fake Officer: Do what he says, Jerome. [Jerome shoots the cop.] Mike Locken: Oh, are you crazy? Now you just made me an accessory. Mac: Mike, there's a garbage truck blockin' the alley and no garbage in sight. Mike Locken: Yeah I know, I wish Miller were in it. Jerome Miller: Forget it. He's no cop. Mike Locken: What d'ya mean he's no cop? Jerome Miller: Look at his gun. Tell me that's not a 9mm Star, and I'll kiss your ass. Mike Locken: And just from that you knew that? Jerome Miller: San Francisco Police Department packs regulation Smith & Wesson .38's. So.... Mike Locken: Heh, heh. C'mon Jerome. Mike Locken: Oh, wait a minute. I, I understand it now. Y'see, he wants to go back to die on his own native soil. It's that salmon-up-the-river shit. Tommie: Shoot him! Mike Locken: He happens to have a gun at your head. Tommie: You wouldn't shoot an 18 year old girl. Would you? George Hansen: (gleefully) You bet I would. You bet I would. George Hansen: You just retired, Mike. Enjoy it.