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I think he's CIA. The CIA put him here to spy on us. You don't know what you're talking about. He doesn't speak English. If he could learn to speak, this guy. He can't speak English, how could he have a meeting with a beautiful woman? A flight attendant. - Oh, so, she's CIA, too? - No. She look like a Russian. KGB. She gave him heel of her shoes. And he gave her a piece of the paper. - Was it microfilm? - A coupon from Payless Shoes. Must be some kind of the code. You been spending too much time inhaling them cleaning products. I'm warning you guys. You watch yourself. This guy is here for a reason. And I think that reason is us.
The Terminal
30.9s
A barbecue? That's why I'm not going to see you? Let me get this straight. I change my schedule to meet you. I take four back-to-back flights, fly 27 hours straight literally around the world, and now you tell me you're going to spend July 4th with your wife? The woman hates fireworks. Don't lie to me, okay? I know for a fact you took her to Rome last weekend. Because you flew United, Max.
The Terminal
25.7s
Officer Torres. My friend say you are stallion. Mr. Navorski. - A what? - Stallion, like a horse. Stand behind the yellow line. - It's beautiful horse. - Who said that? - My friend drive the food. - Mr. Navorski, behind the yellow line. - I will help once it's your turn. - I'll get light green. - Light green form. Okay. - I'll be back.
The Terminal
43.1s
I'm talking about bombs. I'm talking about human dignity. Human rights. Viktor, please don't be afraid to tell me you're afraid of Krakozhia. Is home. I am not afraid from my home. So? I go to New York City now? - No. - No? Okay. - I'm afraid from ghosts. - Thanks very much. - I'm afraid from Dracula. - Thanks a lot. I'm afraid from Wolfmens, afraid from sharks. Thanks a lot.
The Terminal
34.1s
- Your country's at war. - Yes. War. There are men in the streets with guns. Political persecution. - Yes. It's terrible. - Yeah, it's horrible. And God only knows what could happen. Innocent people are torn from their beds. On Tuesdays. I hate Tuesdays. So you're afraid. - From what? - Krakozhia. - You're afraid of Krakozhia. - Krakozhia? No, I am not afraid from Krakozhia. I'm a little afraid of this room.
The Terminal