"I come out here because there are no phones. What is it?"
"You fool, you stupid fool! This must be corrected; this must be
handled!" (to CSM)
"I don't think you realize what's at stake here, what level this
must be carried to. This will take more than just a good aim!" (to
"It's not a game, for God's sake." (to CSM)
WMM: There's nothing to be afraid of. GIBSON: You're a liar.
Just like him. CSM: (to WMM) You've never had the stomach for our business.
WMM: Just not for your practices. CSM: I'm a necessity. The complement
to your cowardice. WMM: Your work is done now. CSM: My work is just
beginning. (CSM begins walking away. WMM helps GIBSON into the back seat
of the car, then gets in the passenger side.) KRYCEK: (looking at the departing
CSM) I got a nice, straight shot. WMM: No. He's useful. And you may
need him in the future.
At the meeting of the Syndicate:
"In hope of what? Learning that it's true? That we are nothing
but digestives for the creation of a new race of alien life-forms?! By
cooperating now, we are but beggers to our own demise."