Swiss Cop: [heavy accent, strict] The auto route is not the Autobahn. Forty kilometers over the speed limit. Let's not have any more trouble while you're in Switzerland.
Annie Walker: [on motorcycle, sweetly:] I'll try.
Annie Walker: [bothersome building supervisor looking to worm his way past door] Hey.
Reese: Did you hear that?
Annie Walker: Hear what?
Reese: It's the pub. It's calling your name.
Annie Walker: [scoffs] It's probably tired of calling yours.
Reese: [laughs] Good one. Hey. That's a fancy scarf.
Annie Walker: A friend took me shopping.
Reese: Sugar daddy?
Annie Walker: She's trying to get me a job.
Reese: So no... no boyfriend then?
Annie Walker: No.
Reese: Are you going to invite me in?
[she tries to close the door, he sighs]
Reese: You've spent every night alone for over a month. A human cannot stay human very long like that.
Annie Walker: Hell is other people. Sartre, right?
Reese: [sighs] You're too smart for your own good.
Annie Walker: So I've been told.
[manages to close door]
Deric Hughes: [tied to chair, being tortured] You know, if you were any good at this, one of my fingers would already be gone.
Annie Walker: Too much blood.