Closed Captioning capture by: shadowy_agents@oocities.com
Names by: Cynia (cynia@hotmail.com)

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It's like you go and go in a relationship, and you never stop to think if
you're happy, you know?

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Person #1: Art like this is obsessed with semiotics -- thank you -- the calling card of
the bulimic postmodern artistic infrastructure.
Person #2: The meaning in his textures is an elegant metaphor for the terminal strife
between man and nature.
Person #3: He went long on pork in april. And with the glut out of chicago, he can kiss
his butt goodbye.
Herb: What do you mean "provocative", you ponce? His painting is about rage. The
          point of all art is to enrage the middle class. Or haven't you heard? Tristan
          Tzara said that in 1922. It should have reached even you by now. Well, da-da
           for now. Get it? Tzara led the dada movement. Get it?
Peaches: [ giggling ]
Herb: If only there was art without the wanking artists.
Peaches: Or the bourgeois buyers.
Herb: And their fascist guards.
Security Guard: Have you folks come to buy a painting or just to hurt other people's feelings?
Peaches: You know, I don't much like the tone of your voice.
Security Guard: Well, then, I think you should leave.
Herb: And I think you need a metal detector in here.
Security Guard: Why? You got a knife?
Herb: A knife? As though I was a criminal. What I am is an artist. Don't worry,
        ladies and gents. It was a piece of crap anyway. My wife, the lovely peaches,
        will now pass among you.
Peaches: Thank you. Thank you.
Herb: You are contributing to our travel fund...
Peaches: Very nice, thank you so-- hey!
Herb: ...as we have urgent business and a bit of a cash flow problem I will not bore
        you with. No more than we need, my dear. Greed is a vice of the kulak, of the
        wealthy peasant.
Peaches: Thanks. First class tickets and a hotel!
Herb: I love you, peaches.
Peaches: I love you, herbie.

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Action!
 
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Mac: We grab a bite at Cazzo. They have these oysters there. They do things to your
        moods, ha, ha, that you won't believe.
Li Ann: Give me that thing.
Mac: We wind up back at your place... and it's like we never left Hong Kong.
Victor: She's marrying me.  Deal with it.
Mac: Oh, yeah? She set a date yet?
Victor: No, why? You want to be flower girl?
Mac: Why not?
Li Ann: Victor, I can take care of myself.
Victor: It's not about you. He's in my face about my fiancee.
Director: Ah, the happy sounds of high school.
Mac: How do you do that?
Director: Class will come to order. I'd ask how everyone is today, but I don't care.
Mac: I don't get one?
Director: No, like any good schoolteacher, I'm splitting up the troublemakers. Don't be
            smug, Victor, that includes you. Open your notebooks. Four prominent
            scientists, four sudden deaths. I want to know why.
Victor: Car crash, stroke, drowned on a fishing trip. It doesn't sound suspicious.
Director: Everything sounds suspicious to me.
Mac: You know, that's a very attractive quality.
Director: Don't bait the teacher, Mr. Ramsay. It'll get you assignments like this. Meet
            Herbert Kinsbrunner. He's the one with the attractively coloured hair. His
            wife, Peaches. Well, the photo says it all. They were top of their class in
            terrorist school in Libya in '91. Since then, it's been bombings, shootings,
            large-scale robberies for big profits. Unlike most in their profession,
            they're entirely without beliefs. This makes them very dangerous.
Victor: The terrorist Sid and Nancy.
Li Ann: Is there a connection between the Kinsbrunners and our case?
Director: Well, that's a pet theory of mine, but we don't know. They passed through
               customs yesterday. We followed them to a suite in the Shannon Park.
Mac: So I bring her in.
Director: Absolutely not. I want to know what they're after and who they're tied to. Do
            not show yourself under any circumstances, just find out what they're doing.
            Clear?
Mac: Yeah.
Director: Good. Class dismissed.

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Victor: A husband and wife terrorist act. It's weird.
Li Ann: What's so weird about that?
Victor: I don't know -- I mean, they go around the world and commit random acts of
           terror. I mean, I can understand that. And then they get married. It's, you
           know, so bourgeois.
Li Ann: Bourgeois?
Victor: Yeah, bourgeois. Middle class.
Li Ann: First of all, terrorists get married like anyone else. Look at your parents.
            And since when did you start using words like "bourgeois"?
Victor: You think I'm not as sophisticated as you, don't you?
Li Ann: You're not.
Victor: Oh, I knew that, but I'm cool with it. I don't find it intimidating. I mean, I
            read books, and words like "bourgeois" are within my range. Sophisticated does
            not mean smarter.
Li Ann: Check this out.
Victor: What?
Li Ann: Our four dead scientists used their credit cards in the same place last year.
            Phoenix, Arizona.
Victor: Except they're not supposed to know each other.
Li Ann: See? That was a smart observation.
Victor: Well, I know. That was... that was my point. Can we find out what was going on
            in Phoenix that week?
Li Ann: A biology conference. Viruses in spider monkeys.
Victor: Hey, don't wait for the movie.
Li Ann: There were five keynote speakers, and four of them are dead.
Victor: Really? Who's the fifth?
Li Ann: Constantine Lysenko. Works right here in the 'hood.
Victor: Huh. Hmm. You know, even if, if, if you were smarter than me, I could handle it.
Li Ann: Of course you can.
Victor: Oh, so you do think you're smarter than me.
Li Ann: I never said that.
Victor: Uh-huh.

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[ phone ringing ]
Director: This better be good.
Mac: They got up at noon. Boring. Then they ate too much. Boring too. Now we're
        hanging out at the mall. It's really boring.
Director: Have you ever been tested for attention deficit disorder?
Mac: Oh, wait a minute. They're hitting on some girl. She looks pretty young.
Director: Don't interfere with them. That's an order.
Mac: They're taking her away. I gotta go.
Director: Mac! I'm just a knot of tension. A little lower. Not that low.
Cindy: Let me go!
Mac: Hey! Everything all right over here?
Peaches: Bugger off.
Herb: I'm afraid I've a very, very short fuse, so sod off.
Mac: I don't think so.
Herb: I do think so.
Cindy: What the hell are you d--
Herb: Shh! Give us the bleedin' girl!
Mac: Back in a second. Don't move.
Mac: What the hell are you doing?
Cindy: I'm trying to get back to my cousin, you maniac.
Mac: Cousin?
Cindy: Yeah, peaches is my cousin. They're coming to my house for dinner tonight. If
           you make us late, my mom's gonna be really pissed.
Herb: Cindy, we're coming in here to kill this bloody wank.
Cindy: Cool with me. I'm booking. Bye.
Mac: Looking for anything in particular, sir?
Peaches: Got him, baby.
Herb: Shoot him.
Mac: Then my trigger finger spasms and I'll shoot you. And we have another dummy to
        clean up.
Herb: I don't care. And I don't like the fact that you seem to know me. shoot him.
        Blow his bleedin' head off!
Mac: Forget it, pal. She's not going to do it.
[ click ]
Mac: I stand corrected.

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Director: You directly disobeyed orders.
Mac: I thought that girl was in trouble.
Director: You thought wrong. Arresting the Kinsbrunners has endangered the entire
               mission.  You force me to discipline you. I was planning to assign you to
               Dobrinsky.
Mac: That walking steroid. He hates me.
Director: Well, he's off today anyway. But then I remembered he's a do-it-yourselfer.
Dobrinsky: I can always use some unskilled labour.
Mac: Oh, no.
Dobrinsky: Come on, Ace, we're going to the hardware store. Then we're going to discuss
                  that "walking steroid" remark.

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Lysenko: I don't know what happened to them. They were just academics, regular people.
Li Ann: They had quiet lives? Maybe even bourgeois?
Lysenko: They were downright boring.
Victor: But still, Professor Lysenko, four of your colleagues died in the last year,
            none over 50.
Lysenko: Statistically unlikely, but not impossible.
Li Ann: Then why are you packing?
Lysenko: I've got to get away for a while.
Victor: Scared?
Lysenko: An appropriate reaction, I think.
Li Ann: Professor, I think you need us.
Lysenko: Unlikely.
Li Ann: We can protect you.
Lysenko: Thanks, but I'm very self-sufficient.
Li Ann: Professor, I think you should reconsider this.
Margot: I'm surprised it took him this long to bug out. No pun intended.
Victor: Pun?
Margot: Bug out? It's a virus. What's eating him. They destroyed a virus... in
            Phoenix. Can I get you a coffee or anything?
Victor: Yeah...sure. Um, how do you know about this?
Margot: And I'm not talking about the swill that he offered you. He keeps Colombian
            Blue for himself.
Victor: I'm Victor Mansfield.
Margot: Oh, Margot McGruder. Are you a cop or something?
Victor: Related field.
Margot: It wouldn't bother me. I'm clean.
Victor: You, uh, you work with Lysenko.
Margot: Mm-hmm, I'm his graduate assistant. Uh, um, I do viral epidemiology, germ-load
            counts at autopsies, that sort of thing. Just another party girl. Do you like
            it strong?
Victor: I like it breathing on its own. The conference in phoenix was supposed to be
            about monkeys, no?
Margot: Gee, a bunch of academics didn't tell the truth? Smell the coffee. The monkeys
            were a cover.
Victor: For what?
Margot: Viral destruction. The government had a germ from West Africa, the Banjul
            virus. It killed 600 people last year in Burkina Fasso.
Victor: Where?
Margot: Burkina Fasso. Used to be Upper Volta. You can't tell the players
            without a program.
Victor: And the government destroyed the virus?
Margot: Um, the World Health Organization, actually. It's a big deal. Make sure you've
            got all the samples, superheat the things so they die. That's what phoenix was
            about.
Victor: And if they didn't get it all?
Margot: Well, ha, it's a hemorrhagic fever. Blood comes squirting out of your eyes and
            ears, kills you in less than six hours. Spreads faster than the common cold.
            Lives in water, smells like rotten eggs. Can I get you cream or anything?
[ phone ringing ]
Victor: Uh, excuse me. Yeah. Where? Yeah, I've heard of it. Yeah, really. Ok. We're on
            our way. Skip the coffee.
Margot: What's the rush?
Victor: The cops just found a body a few hours ago. You want to guess the cause of death?
Margot: How should I know?
Victor: Banjul virus. Hemorrhagic fever.
 
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Director: More news, none of it good.
Victor: Hello.
Director: Andrew May and Felicia Bawa.
Victor: Who are they?
Director: He's an arms dealer. Has all kinds of clients. She's in security, specializes
               in mass murder. He checked into the Shannon Park yesterday. She arrived today.
               Where the Kinsbrunners were staying.
Victor: Right, so everything ties in.
Li Ann: They'd all be interested in the virus, if it were available.
Director: It was too available to this guy. Killed him in no time.
Victor: Who is he?
Director: You're going to tell me.
Li Ann: What happened to you?
Mac: She loaned me to Dobrinsky.
Victor: He doesn't like you.
Director: He's renovating his house. He needed help with the plumbing.
Mac: The sump pump backed up while I was holding it. Then, when I'm trying to clean
        that up, someone flushes down an open pipe. Got soaked. I've showered since then.
Director: I'm sure it was an accident.
Mac: You know, some people would be happy that I grabbed a couple of terrorists.
          They wouldn't hand me over to Dobrinsky.
Victor: Well, it's karma, man. See, you dump on other people, they dump on you. No pun
            intended.
Director: Look, let's get back to what happens next, shall we? Somebody is expecting the
            Kinsbrunners, so the Kinsbrunners is what they're going to get. I want you to
            replace them as a married couple.
Victor: Good.
Director: I wasn't talking to you. Mac and Li Ann are the couple.
Victor: What?
Mac: Man, this day just turned 'round.
Director: I need you on the other side of the problem, Victor. Somebody has to track the virus.
Victor: What about Mac?
Director: He's unreliable.
Victor: So I get punished because I'm good.
Director: It's not punishment, Victor. It's vital.
Victor: Right.
Director: So, you're going to go in and impersonate the Kinsbrunners and make contact
            with the arms dealers. Find out what they're doing here.
Mac: And if these people know who the Kinsbrunners are?
Director: Well, then, you're going to have to think of something, very quickly, aren't you?

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Li Ann: You're supposed to act like we're married, remember?
Mac: I am.
Li Ann: So stop staring at other women.
Mac: Married, not unconscious, right?
Li Ann: No wonder we broke up.
Mac: Hey, you broke up 'cause you thought I was dead, right?
Li Ann: It wouldn't have worked out anyway.
Mac: Well, sure, I mean you got to think that way. Otherwise, big Vic's a big mistake.
Li Ann: You know what, you don't know anything about what I think.
Mac: Hey, this is realistic. This is like we're married.
Li Ann: Look, there's our weapons team: Andrew May and Felicia Bawa.
Mac: How's about a little wager, uh? See who gets the info first.
Li Ann: I couldn't stand to see you cry.
Mac: Ah, something a little friendly, then. 50?
Li Ann: Hundred.
Mac: You're on.
Li Ann: Sucker.
Mac: Oi, hold that for me, will you? Right, then, maybe some other time.

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Director: Two days without food or sleep. How much more of this do you think you can take?
Herb: More than you've got. Where's Peaches?
Director: Oh, she's in our special handling unit.
Herb: She'll only enjoy it.
Director: What were you doing here?
Herb: Going to a tulip show. My wife and I collect rare dutch bulbs. Oh, you must
          come around our seat at Sutton Hoo some time and admire them.
Director: The Banjul virus could kill a million people a week. Did you plan to acquire
            it and sell it to any terrorist state with the ready cash?
Herb: If I did acquire such a thing, which I deny, I would distribute it for free.
        Profit means nothing to me.
Director: What does mean something to you?
Herb: Vintage claret, chelsea football, and the liquidation of the capitalist class.
Director: Chelsea's going nowhere without a good striker. Who's got that virus?
Herb: No one has anything. Property is theft.
Director: Was it going to be auctioned off?
Herb: I invite you to bite me in certain parts, my choice.
Director: I never bite anybody who wants to be bitten. Keep the light on another two
            days. Wake him if he tries to sleep.

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Margot: Yeah, it looks like him. I mean, it looks like him if he were dead.
Victor: You saw him with Lysenko?
Margot: Every week or two. He'd come by the office. They'd close the door.
Victor: No idea what he was doing here?
Margot: Low cminal forehead, shifty eyes -- I figured he was a professor. Psych, poli
            sci, or sociology, god help us.
Victor: Dental records say he was Matthew Connacher, small-time guy with a long sheet.
            Assaults, couple of attempt, some fraud--
Margot: Attempt?
Victor: Yeah, attempted murder. Have you heard from Lysenko?
Margot: No. Why? Do you think the lice man's dead now too?
Victor: I can't tell you what I think.
Margot: Well, you're a guy. You keep everything bottled up inside. Yada, yada, yada,
            yada. Come on, I tell you everything.
Victor: The virus is loose, and we have to figure that Lysenko's involved.
Margot: Involved? How? You mean, like, he's going to use it?
Victor: Or sell it. Yeah. Do you know where he lives?
Margot: If you take me with you.
Victor: No, sorry.
Margot: Ok, now I'm really going to tell you something. I'm scared. I'm really scared.
            I said more than he'd want me to. And this guy is cold, you know?
            How about if I just hang around you for a while? Ok?
Victor: Ok.

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[ neighing on tv ]
[ screaming ]
[ muting ]
[ keys rattling ]
[ elevator music playing ]
Li Ann: Hi. I said hi.
Mac: Oh, hey. I didn't see you there. Hi.
Li Ann: Good show?
Mac: Oh, yeah, shh. It's great.
Li Ann: Huh, hotel information channel.
Mac: Best thing on right now. What time is it?
Li Ann: About 11:00.
Mac: It's 11:00? So you've been sitting in a bar full of men since 7:00? What have
        you been doing all this time?
Li Ann: My job.
Mac: Talking to a bunch of guys?
Li Ann: They're my cover. You're jealous.
            So it's like we are married.
Mac: Oh, don't flatter yourself.
Li Ann: You're really jealous. So is this what it would have been like?
            You're allowed to look at other women, but I'm not allowed to
            look at other men, even when it is my job?
Mac: Let's just try to stick to the work, ok?
Li Ann: Ok.
Mac: So I couldn't plant a bug on that woman. I had to tap her phones.
Li Ann: And?
Mac: If she knows there's a virus, she'll pay big coin for it -- what did you get?
Li Ann: Here.
Mac: Nothing?
Li Ann: 12 phone numbers.
Mac: What?
Li Ann: There was a tool convention in town. Besides, Andrew spent his time downing
            Manhattans and reading Vogue. He didn't talk to anybody.
Mac: I'm surprised you even noticed.
Li Ann: You are losing it. What's your problem?
Mac: I don't know. Maybe I don't want to know. I'm going to get some air.

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Victor: Well, at least Lysenko's house wasn't a total loss.
Margot: We know that he's long gone, and that he didn't leave any clues.
Victor: Which means that he must have left clues here.
            You see, amateurs, they always make some mistake. Now, I want to
            go over every inch of this place, and then I want to get into his computer.
            Ok, but first, first, we eat.
Margot: Yeah, I'll get cutlery.
Victor: You know, I never get a chance to eat real Chinese any more. My partners are
            from Hong Kong.
Margot: So they like real Chinese.
Victor: No, they like authentic Chinese, which means the stuff's still wiggling around
            in your plate when you eat it.
Margot: Forks, no knives.
Victor: See, I like real Chinese, you know. Egg rolls, fortune cookies, pastrami fried
            rice. Mmm
Margot: [ screaming ]  I found a knife. It's Lysenko.
 
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Director: Ok, let's start at the top.
Herb: Da capo, as the eye-ties say.
Director: Now, you really love to throw your knowledge around, don't you?
Peaches: Herb knows everything.
Herb: Don't let my crude exterior fool you. It masks an educated, erudite, even more
         crude interior. [ laughing ]
Director: Well, then, how about a little game of trivia? If you beat me, you get a prize.
Herb: Ooh, I'll bet that's not the first time you've ever said that.
Director: If you win, I'll let you go.
Herb: And if the unimaginable occurs and I lose?
Director: You tell me what you're doing here.
Herb: What are the rules?
Director: Stream of consciousness. I ask you a question; you answer it. You ask me one
              based on your reply. First wrong answer loses.
Peaches: Come on, Herbie, do it -- show her.
Director: Yeah, come on, Herbie, get us started. Pick a category.
Herb: Archeology.
Director: What ancient nation invented coins?
Herb: The people of Lydia in Asia Minor. Who wrote Lydia, the tattooed lady?
Director: Pff, E.Y. Harburg and Harold Arlen, who also wrote Somewhere Over the Rainbow.
               What three factors create a rainbow?
Herb: Successive refraction, internal reflection, refraction in the raindrops. What
        primary colour is not present in a rainbow?
Director: Yellow -- complete the following lyric: "yellow matter custard..."
Herb: "Dripping from a dead dog's eye." From I Am the Walrus, based on...
Director: The Walrus and the Carpenter, by Lewis Carroll. Real name?
Herb: Charles Lutwidge Dodgson.
Director: You're good.
Herb: Oh, I'm just warming up.

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[ muffled screaming ]

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Herb: Benjamin Franklin's choice for the American national bird.
Director: Gobble, gobble, the wild turkey. Name a pop song about a city in Turkey.
Herb: Istanbul, not Constantinople. The city's other name?
Director: Byzantium, the emperor Constantine made it his capital. Constantine Lysenko is
              known for what?
Peaches: Honey, she knows.
Herb: Shtum! It's just a game. Constantine Lysenko, one of the greatest living
         virologists, isolated Banjul virus in 1987.
Director: Wrong.
Herb: It bleeding was 1987.
Director: You said he was living. He was murdered last night.
Peaches: You mean all this was for nothing? You mean there's not even going to be an
               auction?
Herb: Shut up, you cloth-eared bint!
Director: Ooh, now you definitely lose -- that's all I needed to know. Lysenko was
            running the auction.
Herb: This was a cheat. I had no way of knowing. You weren't going to let us go.
Director: Actually, I am, even though you lost.
Peaches: Really?
Director: This nice man is going to escort you out, and directly into the hands of the
              local police. They have 27 separate charges pending, not to mention the
              extradition requests, at least one of which comes from a country where they
              still draw and quarter people. Have a nice day.

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Andrew: I'm going to ask you one last time. Do you have the virus?
Margot: I told you, no. I haven't got it. I don't know where it is. I'm just a stupid
            assistant, ok? I wish I was somebody important, but I'm not. I was making 13
            thou' a year doing grunt work for some evil moron who never told me anything.
            Most days, he didn't even know I was here. Now I'll lose my grant. I'm a nobody.
Andrew: But you're an alive nobody. Those ropes won't hold you too long. I never was
             much of a boy scout. Close your eyes.

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Mac: Li Ann, do you know where my socks are?
Li Ann: I haven't got a clue, and I'm very proud of that. Who taught you how to
            squeeze toothpaste?
Mac: You know, I'm actually self-taught. The experts were amazed too.
Li Ann: Well, the experts might have told you, you don't squeeze from the middle, you
            squeeze from the end.
Mac: No, you squeeze from the end. I'll squeeze the middle.
Li Ann: It's wrong.
Mac: Wrong? You want to know what's wrong? Reading a newspaper and inflating it to
        five times its original size, that's wrong.
Li Ann: So is yesterday's lunch when it's still in the sink this morning.
Mac: I will put it in the dishwasher when there's enough stuff to put in it.
Li Ann: When will that be -- when new life forms start to grow?
Director: Next thing you know, she'll be running home to mother.
Mac: Uh-heh, no, we were just -- We were goofing, you know.
Li Ann: Pretending like we were married.
Director: That's ok. I've come to tell you your sentence has been commuted.

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Victor: There you go.
Margot: Thank you.
Victor: I'm sorry. I should have told you not to come back here.
Margot: I thought I was scared before this. Last survivor of the conference and all. I
            barely kept the title. Who are these people?
Victor: You don't want to know. Listen, I'm going to get you to a safe house, ok?
Margot: You'll be able to stop worrying then.
Victor: Not in this decade.

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Director: So, Lysenko was running the auction. Since he's joined the choir invisible, I
             guess it's off.
Mac: Choir invisible?
Director: He's dead. Anyway, your marriage is hereby annulled.
Mac: Phew, that's great. Well, I don't mean great. Uh, you know, it was just, it
        was so frustrating. Frustrating, you know, as far as the case goes. You know,
        just being cooped up in here. "Cooped up" isn't what I wanted to say -- when,
        when I say "cooped up," i-I mean, uh....
[ telephone ringing ]
Li Ann: Someone's calling the Kinsbrunners' line.
Mac: Yeah.
[ answering machine ]: Oi, leave a message and get off the bleeding line.
Director: You have hidden talents.
Mac: Thank you.
[ caller ]: I'm sure by now you have heard of the death of dr. Lysenko.
Li Ann: Computer voice synthesizer.
Mac: Or a bad sinus cold.
[ caller ] This doesn't change your arrangements. We will conduct our business this
             afternoon in the Markham ballroom.
Director: Well, what do you know. You two just had a reconciliation.
Mac: Great. Hey, that's great. We're married some more.
Director: And I'm going to get the Kinsbrunners back from local jurisdiction -- I want
            them under my control while this is going down.
Mac: I'm sure the local boys can hold them for 24 hours.
 
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[ gunshots ]
[ screaming ]
Herb: I love you, Peaches.
Peaches: I love you, Herbie.
 
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Mac: Hurry up, Peaches. We'll be late for the auction.
Li Ann: Coming. How do you like this outfit?
Mac: Oh, yeah, that's fine. Let's go.
Li Ann: You don't like it.
Mac: I just said I liked it.
Li Ann: You said it was fine.
Mac: Exactly.
Li Ann: Well, what's wrong with it?
Mac: Nothing.
Li Ann: I'll go change.
Mac: We're going to be late.
Li Ann: We don't want to be the first ones there.
Mac: Great. We'll be fashionably late for the sale of a deadly virus.
Li Ann: I heard that.

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Andrew: So, here we are. Surprising, given that Lysenko's dead.
Felicia: Perhaps he was just a front.
Andrew: Or someone got into his office and stole the virus.
Felicia: And who would even think of such a thing.
Andrew: You must be Herbert Kinsbrunner. I'm a big fan of you... and your wife.
Mac: So I've heard. Stay clear of her, mate.
Andrew: Absolutely, absolutely. But we should really sit down and talk. I can take you
            to a whole new level with the technology that contemporary mass terror
            demands.
Mac: Sod off, you yuppie fak.
Felicia: Colonel Ramanpur in the Punjab was very happy with you. How many missiles did
            you acquire for him?
Li Ann: Anybody who hires us knows we keep our mouths shut.

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Victor: Margot, why the hell did you leave the safe house? Margot.
[ computer ]: I'm sure by now you've heard of the death of dr. Lysenko. This
doesn't change your arrangements. We will conduct our business this afternoon
in the Markham ballroom.

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Felicia: You don't suppose this was some kind of trick?
Andrew: No one plays games with me.
[ door opening ]
Margot: It's nothing but games, really. And speaking of games, I know what's going
            through your mind. You think I'm an amateur. You think that you can beat me.
            well, I'm not here to be taken advantage of, not any more.
Felicia: This is all fascinating, but I have a flight to catch.
Margot: So shut up and let's roll. You guys will bid on the virus. Once we have a
            winner, you're going to let me walk out of here alive, because I know where
            the nasty stuff is, and you don't. The winner transfers the cash to my bank in
            Brazil, and then I tell them where to find the virus -- got it?
Andrew: How do we know to trust you?
Margot: You don't.
Felicia: This is not satisfactory.
Andrew: I only deal with pros.
Li Ann: I guess we're going to get this bug for a lot less than we thought, huh, Herbie?
Mac: Yeah.
Margot: The bidding starts at five million.
Mac: The bidding starts at a thousand quid, and you're lucky to get it -- you got a
         supply, love, but no demand. Buyer's market.
Andrew: Two million.
Felicia: Five million.
Andrew: Seven.
Felicia: 10.
Li Ann: 12.
Andrew: 12.5.
Margot: Oh, I do love to see the free market in action. Now we'll have some fun.
Herb: Daddy's home.
Andrew: Who the hell are you?
Herb: We're the bloody Kinsbrunners.
Felicia: But they're the Kinsbrunners.
Mac: They must be cops.
Herb: Well, I guess imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Peaches: I would never wear that.
Mac: I told you not to change.
Herb: You shouldn't provoke Peaches' fashion sense. She becomes unmanageable.
Mac: Tell me about it.
Herb: Well, I guess what we have here is a stand-off. Slightest move could determine
          our fates. It's rather intimidating, no?
Li Ann: You get used to it.
Herb: But the advantage goes to the crazy, the one willing to risk the most. Not the
        pale imitations.
Victor: Or just the one with more guns.
Mac: Yeah. Good timing.
Margot: Look, you guys can settle this any way you like, but after I go.
Herb: You're not going anywhere, sugar.
Margot: Aren't I?
Li Ann: Oh, my god, that's the virus.
Margot: Well, duh, you don't think I'd let it out of my sight, do you? Now, put down
            the guns.
Peaches: She's bluffing.
Victor: No, she's not. A pro would bluff. Margot's an amateur. I guarantee this is for real.
Margot: This thing opens up, there's a whiff of rotten eggs, and then you, me and the
            rest of the city join the choir invisible.
Mac: There's that phrase again.
Margot: I said put down the guns. Well, a little respect at last. Thank you, it feels good. I'm sorry I lied to
            you, Victor.
Victor: No sweat.
Margot: When Lysenko infected his hit man, I realized not only did dedicate my whole
            life to an ingrate, but he's a criminal -- I knew he would cut me out so I did
            something for myself. Well, bye, all.
Herb: Now then, folks. No gunplay. No pursuit, either. I love you, Peaches.
Peaches: I love you too, Herbie.
Mac: What do we do if he's caught?
Victor: Whatever it is, do it gently.
[ giggling ]
Victor: Four floors down. We might outrun them.
Mac: Don't let me stop you.
Mac: That's for making me do this to my hair.
Li Ann: Don't move.
Herb: Not until I tell her to.
Herb: Do it, Peaches. Spill the bottle.
Peaches: But won't that kill us, Herbie?
Herb: Yes, sweetie, it will kill all of us. That's the point, right? It's over. All
         we can do is take them with us, eh. Them and half the city. So smash the
         bottle, all right? I said smash it, you dim-witted trollop.
Peahces: I am not dim-witted.
Herb: I know you're not, baby. Just smash the bottle, all right?
Peaches: And I've never been a trollop, not even with that Albanian guy, like you think
            I was. You know, Herbie, sometimes you just don't understand me. I have needs,
            you know. I need a little affection and a little attention.
Victor: Hey, you got all my attention.
Herb: You just break the bleeding bottle and get it over with, all right -- they
          have us.
Peahces: Oh, no. They have you, Herbie. I have the virus, see. I can walk right out of
            here and sell it. You know, it's like you go and you go in a relationship, and
            you never stop to think if you're happy, you know? And then something happens,
            and you realize that you're not happy. Well, like, when you're husband tells
            you you have to kill yourself and him and everyone else -- and you think, ok,
            would that make me happy. No, that wouldn't make me happy. It just wouldn't,
            Herbie. So, Herbie, bye. Oh, water the azaleas for me, ok?
Victor: Ah, ah, ah. You're on my foot.
[ groaning ]
 
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Mac: That was quite a ride, being married to Li Ann, I tell you.
Victor: I don't need to hear it again, all right? And you weren't married. Why is she
            late? She knows I hate being stuck with you.
Mac: Connubial bliss, Vic. Lots to be said for it.
Li Ann: How would you know? We were on each other's case the whole time.
Victor: How you doing?
Li Ann: Look, can you take a hike? I need to talk to Victor.
Victor: Hi.
Li Ann: Hi.
Victor: What?
Li Ann: Look, um, I need to say something to you, and I don't know how to say it
            except like this. Ok?
Victor: I don't like the sound of that.
Li Ann: So...I had to pretend I was married to Mac, which didn't work out too well.
            Not... just because it was mac. It could have been anyone. It could have been
            you. I think marriage is the problem.
Victor: No, it's not. It's Mac.
Li Ann: I felt so confined, so tied down. Maybe it's not for me.
Victor: No, no, he's not for you. That's--
Li Ann: I think we need to postpone the engagement. I need some time to think.
Victor: Postpone the... for how long?
Li Ann: I don't know. For a while. I know I may lose you, but I have to take that
            chance. I need to be alone, and I need to work things out. I'm sorry.
Victor: Ok.