Wardlow: The last thing I need right now is more theorizing by another professional incompetent.
Carlie: You mean incompetent professional.
Fanshion: You know, I'm beginning to wonder about your reluctance to support the government's position on this.
Banacek: Well, I might as well confess, you'll probably find out anyway. For some time, I've maintained some very strong Polish links.
Banacek: Yes. about three pounds in my refrigerator. And I also have some rather suspicious red ties. but I hardly ever wear them.
Carlie: Speaking of devious, what is is that Banacek wanted you to research for him?
Carlie: Come on, Felix, you didn't just wander in off the street. Banacek is on to something about that stolen rocket engine and he gave you an assignment.
Felix: That is not so. I swear to you on the sacred memory of my grandfather's last mistress?
Carlie: What has she to do with it?
Felix: She was Polish.
Gallagher: What do you say we go a couple of rounds? Good for the muscle tone.
Banacek: No, thanks. I'm, uh, saving my hands in case I ever learn to play the violin.
Gallagher: What's the matter, pal? You don't dig contact sports?
Banacek: Not with men.
Wardlow: I thought you were supposed to be a hotshot. You're no better than the rest of them.
Carlie: I resent that.
Banacek: You don't have to defend me.
Carlie: I wasn't defending you.
Banacek: There's an old Polish proverb that says, "If the butterfly had teeth like the tiger, it would never make it out of the hangar."
Banacek: There's an old Polish proverb that says, "It is harder for the spider to catch a fly, than it is for the fly to catch a horse."
Carlie: Felix, I could kiss you for that.
Felix: In broad daylight on a Boston street? How scandalous. Shall we step inside?
Carlie: And to think I was beginning to feel sorry for you. Why do I bother? Why?
Banacek: I take it that's a rhetorical question.
Carlie: Wrong. It was a stupid question.