Julia Osborne

The French tried to build a canal here before the Americans. At the height of their effort, 500 workers were dying every week from malaria and yellow fever. They couldn't come up with cemetery space fast enough not to mention the morale problem all those crosses would have made. So they bought shiploads of vinegar in Cuba and in each barrel, they sealed one corpse. And then they sold them as medical cadavers all over Europe. And for a while, that was their principal source of profit. You see, this place has
always had a special way of dealing… with both profit and death.

— I'm not comfortable having you involved with this.
— Three things: First, you don't have a choice. Second, I've never taken a bribe in my life. And third, I'm still a little drunk from earlier today so if I skip over the witty banter and move straight into coming on to you, I hope you don't take offense.

— The soldier we're talking to first is Dunbar.
— Is he in an interrogation room?
— Yes, sir.
— Move him.
— Why?
— Interrogation rooms tend to look suspiciously like interrogation rooms which makes people uncomfortable. Is he cute?
— Excuse me?
— Dunbar, is he cute?
— If you're not gonna take this seriously…
— Is he handsome? Does he carry himself well? Does he look you in the eyes or down at the floor? Does he have good bones, which suggests good breeding? Does he slouch or sit up? These are questions that reveal a great deal about a man's character. Get over yourself for two-and-a-half seconds and tell me, is he cute?
— Yes, sir.
— Thank you.

— I questioned him for two hours. He didn't make a sound.
— You try poking him with a stick?
— Sorry, no. I didn't learn sophisticated techniques like that.