Decker: Just Keep your head down and leave the dirty work to me.
Dr. Xu: Sorry, what was that? I was lost in thought.
Decker: <sigh>Exactly.
Dr. Xu: Have you ever considered a limbic inhibitor? It would dull the pain of-
Decker: Keep your thoughts to yourself, egghead.
Dr. Xu: It might improve your attitude, too.
Decker: They ever teach you how to fight in that fancy school?
Dr. Xu: I was a member of the boxing team, briefly.
Decker: Oh yeah? What was your record?
Dr. Xu: Zero and One.
Decker: You want a little liquid courage before we get started?
Dr. Xu: Are you drinking on a mission?! Does Central know about this?
Decker: Suit yourself, poindexter.
Internationale: …And after the collapse of the system of global capital the masses will rise up and…
Decker: Oh look, we're here.
Internationale: Right. I'll tell you the rest later.
Decker: Goody. I can't wait.
Decker: Another day. Another pile of garbage to chew through.
Internationale: Were you born this cynical?
Decker: No, but I'm a quick learner.
Internationale: I can't believe you used to work for these people.
Decker: The money was good.
Internationale: Is that all that matters to you?
Decker: Of course not. They had a good dental plan, too.
Decker: You really think we're doing any good?
Internationale: I wouldn't be here if I didn't.
Decker: Whatever helps you sleep at night.
Shalem 11: You take point.
Decker: Why do *I* always have to take point?
Shalem 11: Because I don't want to get shot.
Decker: You're a pretty good shot with that thing, huh?
Shalem 11: Of course.
Decker: Good. That's good.
Shalem 11: Yes, it is.
Decker: Nice suit. Where did you get it?
Shalem 11: I'm sure you wouldn't know the place.
Decker: You think you're so much better than me.
Shalem 11: No. I know that. There's a difference.
Shalem 11: Let's try to keep this run professional.
Decker: What are you implying?
Shalem 11: I'm not implying anything. I'm telling you to stay on the up-and-up.
Decker: Get bent.
Nika: Your disappearing trick, you find it useful?
Decker: It gets me out of jams.
Nika: You must be very good at running away, then.
Decker: Thanks?
Decker: Do you think you could beat me in a fight? You know, hypothetically.
Nika: Easily. No question.
Decker: But I fight dirty. That's gotta give me some advantage.
Nika: No, not enough of one.
Nika: Your hat is not very… fashionable, is it?
Decker: Hey, it's a collector's item.
Nika: Maybe it would look better on a shelf, then?
Decker: So you can amp up your system at will, huh?
Nika: In emergencies, yes. It gives an advantage.
Decker: You ever try it when it's not an emergency?
Nika: There's always an emergency, if you want one.
Decker: So how much of you is still meat in there?
Sharp: Ha. How much of your pathetic innards are machine?
Decker: Touche.
Sharp: Your obsession with the past would be humorous if it did not threaten the mission.
Decker: Just get moving. I can keep pace with the likes of you.
Sharp: We shall see, little man. We shall see.
Decker: Hey tinman, where's your heart?
Sharp: I can assure you that I have no idea what you are talking about.
Decker: See, there's this picture where-
Sharp: I can assure you that I don't care.
Decker: I saw one of your movies once.
Prism: They haven't been called ‘movies' since the 30s, grandpa.
Decker: They haven't made any good ones since then, either.
Prism: What's your deal, anyway?
Decker: My ‘deal'?
Prism: The coat, the hat. The silly gun. What are you supposed to be?
Decker: It's… before your time.
Decker: Why didn't you bring your holorig? Seems like it would be handy.
Prism: It works against gullible civilians, not highly-trained security personnel.
Decker: I think you're overestimating their training.
Prism: Are you OK?
Decker: I'm fine. It's just my knees. They're not what they used to be.
Prism: Try to keep up, yeah?
Decker: Get off my lawn.
Banks: Did you hear that?
Decker: Hear what?
Banks: I heard that. That was definitely real.
Decker: Okay, I heard it too.
Banks: You're not langered, are you?
Decker: Of course not. We have a job to do.
Banks: So you're completely on the wagon, then?
Decker: Woah, hey. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Decker: So you didn't keep *any* of what you stole?
Banks: Oh, I kept my belly full, but there were others with greater need.
Decker: You think they'd do the same for you?
Banks: Some of them. Definitely.
Decker: Hey burnout, how many fingers am I holding up?
Banks: Don't patronize me. We don't have time for this nonsense.
Decker: Three! The answer was three!
Banks: This is why nobody likes you.
