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 Vaughn: Let me make one thing very clear, Mr.Hassan. The extent to which I am willing to service you is when I offer you a soda.
Sydney: How much closer?
Dixon: In this lighting? Two inches.
Sydney: (sachastically) Greaaat.
Guy: You're american?
Sydney: That's right. God bless America.
Vaughn: You're amazing.
Vaughn: Let's be honest here. In twenty minutes, you're going to be shipped off to a maximum security prison outside Los Angelos. By 5 p.m., you're going to be someone's after dinner mint. So unless you start cooperating with me, real fast, respect is going to be the least of your problems.
Sydney: He licked my face.
Vaughn: I understand.
Sydney: No you don't, really. He licked my face!
Vaughn: (Releases safety on gun.) Give me the code you son of a bitch or I'll pull the trigger!
Hassan: I have no doubt that's true.
(Vaughn fumes, staring coldly at Hassan. He rips his headset off.)
Vaughn: (To Weiss.) Start typing!
Weiss: Me?!? (Begins typing.)
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