But we're sore losers. We blow up space shuttles for breakfast.

— Enjoying Italy?
— Yeah.
— Yes. I've always had a soft spot in my heart for Roma. I did my first bare-handed strangulation here. Communist politician.
— Why, George, you big softy.
— God, I miss Communism. The Red threat. People were scared... the agency had some respect, and I got laid every night.

— Go to the meeting place and find out what your accomplices are planning.
— Listen to yourself! They are no longer my accomplices. I am your servant!
— True. Do as I say!
— And you, my Lord, be careful. I finally have a good master, so I don't want to lose him!