Tommy: All right. That's it. I can't take it anymore. I want back.
Dick: Well, I thought you liked Eagle Vista.
Tommy: No. You know what? They keep the TV too loud, it's too hot, everybody's on drugs. It's just like a rave but without the babes.
Sally: But you seemed to be having so much fun.
Tommy: Oh, I was atrophying. It made me feel like an old man.
Dick: But that's what you are.
Tommy: Yeah, but that's not how I feel. At least I didn't until I retired. This is what retirement does to you. It makes you old.

Mary: Well, when I was a kid, I wanted to be a singer. You know, a torch singer, like Peggy Lee or Ella Fitzgerald. I even had a stage name picked out. Marlena Albrecht.
Dick: Marlena.
Mary: A smoky room a martini in my hand spotlight, just me, center stage.
Dick: With a hep cat backing you up on a standup bass. [mimicking bass]
Mary: I'd wear gloves. Long, black gloves.
Dick: I'd have an opium problem.
Mary: Slap that bass!
Nina: You are some messed-up White people.

Sally: I cannot believe this! I've never heard of anybody retiring in the middle of a mission before! Can he do this?!
Harry: It happens. But it's rare. Sometimes it's unavoidable. But it happens. But it's rare.