Yeah, actually, I'm not. I don't have a sense of humor. No, you don't. We'll talk soon. Glad the pinkeye is under control. That was actually an allergy... Okay. Got it.
Spy
5.6s
Are you listening to me? I was just testing the camera. Stop it! Find Ford!
Spy
3.8s
I think I need to spend some time on my own first, though. Clear my head.
Spy
2.9s
You understand, right? Yeah, sure.
Spy
5.6s
Hey, Coop. All those things you said about me to De Luca...
Spy
1.4s
Did you mean that?
Spy
1.5s
Nice work, Cooper.
Spy
11.9s
SUSAN: (ON TAPE) Okay, there's a knife rack directly to your right. Susan, I got your assessment report on Rayna Boyanov. I know you're probably feeling a lot of emotion right now... but please refrain from using the term "thundercunt. "
Spy
3.5s
Miss Crocker, I would really like to do this. For Fine.
Spy
33s
I have never had a more difficult duty... than to bid farewell to colleagues taken from us. From Dover, to the family services... to memorials like these... it's tough to say goodbye. There's nothing you could have done, Susan. Bradley Fine was more than just a coworker and a friend. He was part of our family. And as family, even knowing that the universe has a plan for each human life... it's hard to accept the sudden loss of such a good and decent person.
Spy
24.5s
Rayna had the number of Sergio De Luca... and we've long suspected De Luca of working as an intermediary with terrorist groups. Rayna may be using him to find buyers for the nuke. The number was to an office he keeps in Paris. I told you to send me in there instead of Fine, and you didn't. And now Fine is dead. I'm going the fuck in. You can't. We need someone to follow De Luca without being detected... and that will hopefully take us to Rayna... but it can't be any of you.
Spy
10.5s
Here's what we do... I go into the Face/Off machine, get a whole new face. I turn up, they never know it's me. Do you have quarters? Because it costs 50 cents. What, I gotta pay?
Spy
1.5s
Paris?
Spy
4.4s
Glad you're still alive, Beverly, you silly fucking girly wanker! God!
Spy
15.4s
Thank you. Francis Mays is an unemployed telemarketer living off her disability checks. Oh, sweet Jesus! And who wears reading glasses in their passport photo? She's only kidding. She got ya! (ALL LAUGHING) Oh, my God! That was a good one!
