Thank you, for a truly horrific evening.
So, Monroe, that's quite a twist.
I'm not Harry Potter, okay? I'm an agnostic Jew from Minnesota.
Tom: Can you get inside there?
Aaron: With this book I can, you dick.
Aaron: Seriously, why the hell am I in this book?
Rachel: This is why I didn't tell you. I knew you'd obsess over it.
Aaron: Since when do you have a gun?
Rachel: Since Miles gave it to me.
Aaron: It's a freaking flash drive? Rachel, what's on the flash drive?
Rachel: Nothing now.
So Rachel, it turns out you're not the mild mannered housewife I thought you were.
Do you even remember the United States?
Nora: You have any idea what's on the other side of that door?
Miles: Probably walking straight into a militia ambush.
Aaron: Well, that'll be par for the course at least.
Aaron: What is up with Miles?
Nora: What do you mean?
Aaron: I mean the guy has raised dickishness to an art form and suddenly he's down to rescue some strange kid. That doesn't surprise you?
80 million dollars in the bank and I would trade it all, right now, for a roll of Charmin.