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Shadowy elements in the NSA target a nine-year old autistic savant for death when he is able to decipher a top secret code.
[repeated line] Simon Lynch: You are a stranger.
Guest at Party: Nick, I can't believe you look so good for someone so old. How do you do that? Lt. Colonel Nicholas Kudrow: Drugs my dear. Massive doses of drugs.
Lt. Colonel Nicholas Kudrow: [to Dean and Leo] You know, my wife says my people skills are like my cooking skills: quick and tasteless.
FBI Supervisor Hartley: [o Jeffries] Sometimes you got something... just magic, and then it goes away. You had it, but the magic's gone.
Art Jeffries: [after smahing all of his wine bottles] Happy Birthday, Nick!
Lt. Colonel Nicholas Kudrow: [Angrily] I asked you not to handle the wine please! Art Jeffries: You know it's good to see you've got your priorities in order. [Takes a slug from another bottle] Art Jeffries: That's better. You're not worried about murdering a nine year-old boy but you're worried about this fuckin' wine! [He breaks another bottle and Kudrow winces]
[first lines] FBI Supervisor Hartley: Let's go down.
[last lines] Art Jeffries: Hey, Simon. Look at me. Look at me, Simon. Look at my eyes. Look at my eyes. It's me, Art.
Simon Lynch: Mummy, Simon is home.
Tommy B. Jordan: Look, it's my ass if you take that. Art Jeffries: Then don't tell anyone.