Alessandro Nivola: Pollux Troy
Pollux Troy : [Not realizing that he is talking with Sean Archer with Troy's face] Not feeling very coordinated lately, are you?
Sean Archer : [Trying to act like Troy] Listen, bro. I am soooo fried. If the psychos find out I'm this wacky we're both dead meat.
Pollux Troy : Shock treatment? What's the matter, did they operate?
[Pollux touches Archer's face]
Sean Archer : I was in a COMA! Jesus, you're still so frickin' paranoid! Aren't they giving you your medication in here?
Pollux Troy : What *was* my medication?
Sean Archer : [sighing in exasperation] Pollux, I hand-fed you those pills for years. Vivex! I haven't forgotten *that*.
Sean Archer : [beat] It's just everything else. My reflexes, my synapses, it's all like a...
Sean Archer : [beat] tab of bad Quantrax.
Sean Archer : [beat] I don't even know why that fucking Yeti jumped me the other day.
Pollux Troy : Dubov? You had a sex sandwich with his wife and his sister the night he was sent here.
Sean Archer : Well, that explains why he was so upset. We're gonna blow up L.A., bro. Ain't that cool?
Pollux Troy : Sure, rub my nose in it, why don't you. Ten million dollar design and those Militia nut jobs get to keep their cash.
Sean Archer : It's so fucking unfair! That bomb you built does deserve an audience. I mean, it's a work of art, it belongs in the Louvre.
Pollux Troy : Yes, it does. Oh well, I guess the L.A. Convention Center will just have to do.
Sean Archer : [rejoices as Pollux just revealed the location of the bomb] Thank you.
Pollux Troy : For what?
Sean Archer : Oh, bro. You are so fuckin' pathetic.
Castor Troy : [talking privately in an unmonitored interrogation room] Brother, we're going straight
Pollux Troy : My goodness did you exchange brains as well?
Castor Troy : First thing I need you to confess to is the location of the bomb
Pollux Troy : What about our ten million dollars?
Castor Troy : What about when I become an American hero for defusing the bomb? What's that worth? Know that, thank you, next question