Enemy of the State Quotes
A lawyer becomes a target by a corrupt politician and his NSA goons when he accidentally receives key evidence to a serious politically motivated crime.
Brill: You're blowing my whole life.
Robert Clayton Dean: What life? You live in a fucking jar so the world can't touch you. And Rachel, you didn't give a shit about Rachel. Just some package under seat number 32 to you.
[Brill punches Dean, who then points the gun at Brill]
Brill: Come on. Do you have a problem? Do it. Go on, do it.
Robert Clayton Dean: I'm all you've got. And you're all I've got.
Robert Clayton Dean: What life? You live in a fucking jar so the world can't touch you. And Rachel, you didn't give a shit about Rachel. Just some package under seat number 32 to you.
[Brill punches Dean, who then points the gun at Brill]
Brill: Come on. Do you have a problem? Do it. Go on, do it.
Robert Clayton Dean: I'm all you've got. And you're all I've got.
Brill: In guerrilla warfare, you try to use your weaknesses as strengths.
Robert Clayton Dean: Such as?
Brill: Well, if they're big and you're small, then you're mobile and they're slow. You're hidden and they're exposed. You only fight battles you know you can win. That's the way the Vietcong did it. You capture their weapons and you use them against them the next time.
Robert Clayton Dean: Such as?
Brill: Well, if they're big and you're small, then you're mobile and they're slow. You're hidden and they're exposed. You only fight battles you know you can win. That's the way the Vietcong did it. You capture their weapons and you use them against them the next time.
Thomas Reynolds: We never dealt with domestic. With us, it was always war. We won the war. Now we're fighting the peace. It's a lot more volatile. Now we've got ten million crackpots out there with sniper scopes, sarin gas and C-4. Ten-year-olds go on the Net, downloading encryption we can barely break, not to mention instructions on how to make a low-yield nuclear device. Privacy's been dead for years because we can't risk it. The only privacy that's left is the inside of your head. Maybe that's enough. You think we're the enemy of democracy, you and I? I think we're democracy's last hope.
Robert Clayton Dean: I'm sick of this, you either shoot me, or tell me what the fuck is going on!
Brill: You have something they want!
Robert Clayton Dean: I don't have anything!
Brill: Maybe you do, but you don't know it! Stay off the phone. Stay away from me and Rachel, you come near any one of us, I'm gonna kill you.
Brill: You have something they want!
Robert Clayton Dean: I don't have anything!
Brill: Maybe you do, but you don't know it! Stay off the phone. Stay away from me and Rachel, you come near any one of us, I'm gonna kill you.
Brill: You're the threat now. Just like I was.
Robert Clayton Dean: Threat to whom? To them?
Brill: No. To your family, your friends, everybody you know, everybody you meet. That's why I went away and didn't come back. You've got to go away, Robert.
Robert Clayton Dean: No, I don't think so. This is my life, I worked hard for it and I want it back. I grew up without a father, I know what that is. And I will not allow my family to go through that.
Robert Clayton Dean: Threat to whom? To them?
Brill: No. To your family, your friends, everybody you know, everybody you meet. That's why I went away and didn't come back. You've got to go away, Robert.
Robert Clayton Dean: No, I don't think so. This is my life, I worked hard for it and I want it back. I grew up without a father, I know what that is. And I will not allow my family to go through that.
Robert Clayton Dean: I was shopping for some lingerie. That's still legal, isn't it?
David Pratt: Were you buying that for your wife?
Robert Clayton Dean: No I was picking something up for myself, I do a little cross dressing on the weekends. You know, you'd be surprised how a nice pair of edible panties can make a guy feel sexy.
David Pratt: Were you buying that for your wife?
Robert Clayton Dean: No I was picking something up for myself, I do a little cross dressing on the weekends. You know, you'd be surprised how a nice pair of edible panties can make a guy feel sexy.
Brill: In your phone was a GPS sat-tracker. Pulses at 24 gigahertz.
Robert Clayton Dean: I don't know what that means.
Brill: It's like a LoJack, only two generations better than what the police have.
Robert Clayton Dean: And what does that mean?
Brill: You speak English?
Robert Clayton Dean: Obviously not that well.
Brill: Kind of a jerk, aren't you?
Robert Clayton Dean: I don't know what that means.
Brill: It's like a LoJack, only two generations better than what the police have.
Robert Clayton Dean: And what does that mean?
Brill: You speak English?
Robert Clayton Dean: Obviously not that well.
Brill: Kind of a jerk, aren't you?
Carla Dean: Hello?
Robert Clayton Dean: [calling from a payphone] Carla, don't hang up.
Carla Dean: Robert, you know what I'm looking at? Pictures of you and Rachel taken today.
Robert Clayton Dean: Where did you get those photographs?
Carla Dean: My messager Robert, my messager.
Robert Clayton Dean: Listen honey, I think something's going on and I'm...
Carla Dean: Robert, I went to the store today, and my money and credit cards didn't work. I couldn't buy food.
Robert Clayton Dean: [looking at Brill, who mouths "Fuck you" to Robert] Yeah, mine too. I gotta go.
Carla Dean: What do you mean you gotta go?
Robert Clayton Dean: I, I gotta go.
[hangs up]
Robert Clayton Dean: [calling from a payphone] Carla, don't hang up.
Carla Dean: Robert, you know what I'm looking at? Pictures of you and Rachel taken today.
Robert Clayton Dean: Where did you get those photographs?
Carla Dean: My messager Robert, my messager.
Robert Clayton Dean: Listen honey, I think something's going on and I'm...
Carla Dean: Robert, I went to the store today, and my money and credit cards didn't work. I couldn't buy food.
Robert Clayton Dean: [looking at Brill, who mouths "Fuck you" to Robert] Yeah, mine too. I gotta go.
Carla Dean: What do you mean you gotta go?
Robert Clayton Dean: I, I gotta go.
[hangs up]
Silverberg: Bob. We we're told to look back on your files as far as the electrician strike. We believe that you helped a man named Sam Velotti form a company called Zurich.
Blake: We also found out about your connection with the Peitzo family.
Robert Clayton Dean: Well, that's true.
Silverberg: You're admitting to it?
Robert Clayton Dean: Sure. Everything except forming a company called Zurich, or knowing anybody who is named Sam Velotti, or having any connection, whatsoever to the Peitzo family. This is Ridiculous.
Silverberg: Bob we're trying...
Robert Clayton Dean: [Interrupting] Wait, wait. This is Pintero, he's coming after me. You give me 1 week, 1 week and 4 people from litigation, and I can guarantee you, we can have this guy begging us...
Blake: [Interrupting] Tell us abut Rachael Banks.
Robert Clayton Dean: I'll tell you what. Rachael, was my girlfriend in my second year of law school, we still remain in close contact, and we swap information from time to time.
Blake: Did you have an affair with her 4 years ago?
Robert Clayton Dean: Ever beat off in the shower, Brian? Ever had any homosexual thoughts?
Silverberg: Bob, that's...
Robert Clayton Dean: [Interrupting] None of my fuckin' business. You're damn right it's not. I love my wife and I love my son, "absolutely" with no equivocations, and that's none of your fuckin' business either.
Silverberg: Bob, we believe that you should take a leave of abscence on this, until we straighten this out.
Robert Clayton Dean: Are you firing me?
Silverberg: I think you just fired yourself.
Blake: We also found out about your connection with the Peitzo family.
Robert Clayton Dean: Well, that's true.
Silverberg: You're admitting to it?
Robert Clayton Dean: Sure. Everything except forming a company called Zurich, or knowing anybody who is named Sam Velotti, or having any connection, whatsoever to the Peitzo family. This is Ridiculous.
Silverberg: Bob we're trying...
Robert Clayton Dean: [Interrupting] Wait, wait. This is Pintero, he's coming after me. You give me 1 week, 1 week and 4 people from litigation, and I can guarantee you, we can have this guy begging us...
Blake: [Interrupting] Tell us abut Rachael Banks.
Robert Clayton Dean: I'll tell you what. Rachael, was my girlfriend in my second year of law school, we still remain in close contact, and we swap information from time to time.
Blake: Did you have an affair with her 4 years ago?
Robert Clayton Dean: Ever beat off in the shower, Brian? Ever had any homosexual thoughts?
Silverberg: Bob, that's...
Robert Clayton Dean: [Interrupting] None of my fuckin' business. You're damn right it's not. I love my wife and I love my son, "absolutely" with no equivocations, and that's none of your fuckin' business either.
Silverberg: Bob, we believe that you should take a leave of abscence on this, until we straighten this out.
Robert Clayton Dean: Are you firing me?
Silverberg: I think you just fired yourself.
Brill: The government's been in bed with the entire telecommunications industry since the forties. They've infected everything. They get into your bank statements, computer files, email, listen to your phone calls... Every wire, every airwave. The more technology used, the easier it is for them to keep tabs on you. It's a brave new world out there. At least it'd better be.
Robert Clayton Dean: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Listen. Now, we can go get a warrant and come back with the FBI, take anything we want, arrest anybody that we want. Just give the man the video tape!
Pintero: Hey, the only one who's gonna get arrested here is YOU, for felonious COCK sucking with an attempt to swallow the evidence. So SHUT your mouth!
Pintero: Hey, the only one who's gonna get arrested here is YOU, for felonious COCK sucking with an attempt to swallow the evidence. So SHUT your mouth!
Admiral Shaffer: I want the entire history of this device, from birth to abortion on my desk in 2 hours. I want the name of the tech who made it. I want to know who authorized its use, who checked it out from inventory,
[hits the table]
Admiral Shaffer: And for what purpose? And most important, how in God's green earth it got into Congressman Albert's hotel room! Listen people, everyone knows where this is going. If this was a legit op, and I can't imagine how it could be, then so be it. But if this was someone's unilateral wet dream, then that someone is going to prison.
[hits the table]
Admiral Shaffer: And for what purpose? And most important, how in God's green earth it got into Congressman Albert's hotel room! Listen people, everyone knows where this is going. If this was a legit op, and I can't imagine how it could be, then so be it. But if this was someone's unilateral wet dream, then that someone is going to prison.
Pintero: Now listen to me, you fuckin' eggplant, this videotape may save your clients's asses. But you can be goddamn sure it ain't gonna save yours. Now who made the fuckin' videotape?
Robert Clayton Dean: I don't know.
Pintero: [shrugging and raising his arms up] How'd you get it?
Robert Clayton Dean: Through an acquaintance.
Robert Clayton Dean: I don't know.
Pintero: [shrugging and raising his arms up] How'd you get it?
Robert Clayton Dean: Through an acquaintance.
Congressman Sam Albert: [on TV] We knew that we had to monitor our enemies. We've also come to realise that we need to monitor the people who are monitoring them...
Carla Dean: Well, who's gonna monitor the monitors of the monitors?
Robert Clayton Dean: I wouldn't mind doing a little *monitoring* myself.
Carla Dean: Yes, and you've got lots and lots of *monitoring* to do.
Eric Dean: Are you guys talking about sex?
Carla Dean: Well, who's gonna monitor the monitors of the monitors?
Robert Clayton Dean: I wouldn't mind doing a little *monitoring* myself.
Carla Dean: Yes, and you've got lots and lots of *monitoring* to do.
Eric Dean: Are you guys talking about sex?
[Krug is spray painting graffiti in Dean's house to make it look like a break in]
Jones: [Watching him] Lower! Lower! - like kids would do it, dammit!
Krug: [Angry] You sound like a fucking old lady, shut up!
[Selby and Williams watch through the surveillance cameras]
Jamie Williams: Ooh, sensitive...!
Selby: Alright, Jones has some issues we need to resolve!
Jones: [Watching him] Lower! Lower! - like kids would do it, dammit!
Krug: [Angry] You sound like a fucking old lady, shut up!
[Selby and Williams watch through the surveillance cameras]
Jamie Williams: Ooh, sensitive...!
Selby: Alright, Jones has some issues we need to resolve!
Carla Dean: [while reading the newspaper] Robert, how could you let me find out like this?
Robert Clayton Dean: Honey, *I* found out like this. These are all lies, okay, none of this stuff is true.
Carla Dean: Did you see her?
Robert Clayton Dean: Yes, we had lunch together, she is the contact for the investigator, Brill. You're right about this, they got this from the security camera from the restaurant.
Carla Dean: I thought you said she's not an issue.
Robert Clayton Dean: She's not, I have to see her for business.
Carla Dean: They said you had an affair with her, Robert. An affair. We went to marriage counseling for a year, and now, you're standing here lying about seeing her, you make me sick.
Robert Clayton Dean: Carla, I am "smeared" all over the newspaper today for money-laundering schemes, mob ties, I lost my job. I am telling you, I am telling you is, trust me, on this Rachel Banks thing right now.
Carla Dean: How in god's name can I trust you? Bobbie, I want you to leave.
Robert Clayton Dean: Carla, I'm telling you, this is all bullshit!
Carla Dean: I want you to leave, I cannot think with you in my face. I want you to leave!
Robert Clayton Dean: [yelling over Carla] Carla, how can you expect me to do this when you believe in this bullshit?
Carla Dean: Just leave so I can think! Just go Bobbie, go! Go.
Robert Clayton Dean: Honey, *I* found out like this. These are all lies, okay, none of this stuff is true.
Carla Dean: Did you see her?
Robert Clayton Dean: Yes, we had lunch together, she is the contact for the investigator, Brill. You're right about this, they got this from the security camera from the restaurant.
Carla Dean: I thought you said she's not an issue.
Robert Clayton Dean: She's not, I have to see her for business.
Carla Dean: They said you had an affair with her, Robert. An affair. We went to marriage counseling for a year, and now, you're standing here lying about seeing her, you make me sick.
Robert Clayton Dean: Carla, I am "smeared" all over the newspaper today for money-laundering schemes, mob ties, I lost my job. I am telling you, I am telling you is, trust me, on this Rachel Banks thing right now.
Carla Dean: How in god's name can I trust you? Bobbie, I want you to leave.
Robert Clayton Dean: Carla, I'm telling you, this is all bullshit!
Carla Dean: I want you to leave, I cannot think with you in my face. I want you to leave!
Robert Clayton Dean: [yelling over Carla] Carla, how can you expect me to do this when you believe in this bullshit?
Carla Dean: Just leave so I can think! Just go Bobbie, go! Go.
[the NSA team is watching satellite footage of a conversation between Dean and Brill on a rooftop]
Hicks: Can you get a feature scan and pattern matching on him?
Van: No, he's smart, he never looks up.
Jones: Why does he have to look up?
Fiedler: The satellite is 155 miles above the Earth. It can only look straight down.
Jones: That's a bit limited, isn't it?
Van: [Sarcastically] Well, maybe you should design a better one.
Jones: Maybe I will idiot.
Hicks: Can you get a feature scan and pattern matching on him?
Van: No, he's smart, he never looks up.
Jones: Why does he have to look up?
Fiedler: The satellite is 155 miles above the Earth. It can only look straight down.
Jones: That's a bit limited, isn't it?
Van: [Sarcastically] Well, maybe you should design a better one.
Jones: Maybe I will idiot.
Lingerie Salesgirl: [Robert Clayton Dean is buying lingerie] What size?
Robert Clayton Dean: What? Oh, my wife?
[a girl walks past, Dean watches and points at her]
Lingerie Salesgirl: A six?
Robert Clayton Dean: Yeah, a six.
Lingerie Salesgirl: And what about cup size?
[she points at her own breasts]
Robert Clayton Dean: Oh no, she's much bigger than that.
Robert Clayton Dean: What? Oh, my wife?
[a girl walks past, Dean watches and points at her]
Lingerie Salesgirl: A six?
Robert Clayton Dean: Yeah, a six.
Lingerie Salesgirl: And what about cup size?
[she points at her own breasts]
Robert Clayton Dean: Oh no, she's much bigger than that.
Robert Clayton Dean: [Watching himself on TV and realizing it's a video Brill has sent him] Brill you are one SICK man.
[an image of a wave on the beach showing the words "Wish you were here" appears]
Robert Clayton Dean: Yeah, me too.
[another image of Brill's legs near the waves appears]
Robert Clayton Dean: Oo. You're gonna need a tan on those things!
[an image of a wave on the beach showing the words "Wish you were here" appears]
Robert Clayton Dean: Yeah, me too.
[another image of Brill's legs near the waves appears]
Robert Clayton Dean: Oo. You're gonna need a tan on those things!
