I don't give a rat's ass what you do to me, Lady KGB. Put me out of my misery please. I'm dead already.


Elizabeth: I want us to be able to say what's true. I want us -- it to be. I want it to be ... real. Do you think we could do that?
Philip: I don't know.
Elizabeth: I would try. Will you try?
Philip: Yes.

Philip: The boy? Is he real?
Irina: Only duty and honor are real, Misha. Isn't that what we were told?

They don't care. They don't care what happens to any of us.


Has she had you for breakfast, Stan?

Agent Gaad

Elizabeth: I've been thinking about you. About us. I miss you. ... Are you there?
Philip: Yeah, I'm still here.
Elizabeth: Come home.

Elizabeth: I'm sorry I didn't kill you. That's my apology.
Claudia: Better luck next time.

Claudia: You think I owe you an apology?
Elizabeth: I think you owe me more than an apology.

I'm sure she'll love it.


I told them you liked it here too much.


Tell whoever approved this that your face is a present from me to them. Show them your face. Show it to them.


You can do this, Nina. We can do this."