Harry Shaw

Harry Shaw: — Get those off of him, please.
Scott Langral: — I can't tell if he's stupid or a really good liar. Either way, M. S. One would have been good for him.
Harry Shaw: — Guy's a tool. Nut?
Marion Snow: — Nah, I'm trying to give them up.

Harry Shaw: — So there she is. Right in the hornet's nest.
Marion Snow: — Let me know when you've picked up on it, won't you?
Scott Langral: — When I want your opinion, I'm gonna give it to you.
Marion Snow: — Okay.
Scott Langral: — Hey. Picked up on what?
Marion Snow: — Oh, nothing. You know, just that they don't know they've got the President's daughter, that's all.
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Scott Langral: — Hey, Snow. How do you figure that out?
Marion Snow: — Far be it from me to teach you how to suck eggs, but you'd think they might have said something. And they've got her playing doctor. I'm just saying.

— You should see a ladder in front of you. Do you see it?
— Yeah.
— Okay, I need you to take it. And then, when you're over, you gotta go straight ahead. And here's where it gets a little bit tricky. I need you to get to the other side. Correct?
— What do you want me to do, fly? 'Cause I think I left my cape at home.

Harry Shaw: — Snow, what's going on?
Marion Snow: — Uh, you know, global warming, some celebrity is getting a boob-job, Congress is screwing the pooch again. You know, same old.
Harry Shaw: — Snow. Come on, man. I mean, what's going on there?
Marion Snow: — Oh, yeah. Well, your wildcat smacked me in the head with a fire extinguisher and locked herself in some room. So she's safe. Send the cavalry.
Scott Langral: — Listen, Snow. You stick to the plan. You better do your job or I'll hit you with a Sherman tank. Got that?
Marion Snow: — A Sherman tank? Yeah, right. Toss my caber, Langral. I've got other things to do.