- Burton: I assure you I have the situation under control.
- Tom Shealey: Do you have the boy?
- Burton: No.
- Tom Shealey: Do you have the list?
- Burton: No.
- Tom Shealey: Then you don't have things under control, Frank.
- [they kiss]
- Karen: W-w-wow.
- Nathan: What?
- Karen: That's better than middle school.
- [they kiss again]
- Nathan: That's 'cause I know what I'm doing now.
- [they kiss and embrace]
- Karen: Ha... and no braces either.
- [she giggles; they kiss; the train lurches; she giggles again; they kiss; he removes his jacket; they kiss more passionately; he lifts her up for her to straddle him as he sits; they kiss some more]
- Karen: Ah... We should get some food.
- Nathan: [breathy] Yeah... I'm starving.
- Kozlow: When I'm finished, you'll be responsible for the death of every friend you have on Facebook.
- Burton: Listen, kid, the world you've just been dropped into is a world very few people get to see. You're getting a glimpse behind the curtain. What we're engaged in here is a polite war. It's not about bullets and bombs, borders or territories. The currency of this war is information. Zeroes and ones, Nathan. Data.
- [first lines]
- Nathan: [screaming] Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Whoo! Yeah, baby! Yeah, Gilly, get out here!