Harry Shaw: We could send in one man. One man with one very specific order. To get Emilie Warnock out.
President Warnock: Who?
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Snow: I'd rather castrate myself with blunt rocks.

Duke: Who are you?
Langral: Secret Service.
Duke: I didn't hear anything about this.
Harry Shaw: That will be why they call it secret, right?

Emilie Warnock: Who are you? Who sent you?
Snow: Your old man did.
Emilie Warnock: My dad. What did he say?
Snow: Well, I didn't get to meet him personally. He kind of delegated your rescue. He had a big conference on the corn surplus.
Emilie Warnock: You're kidding me?
Snow: No. No, apparently, we should all be eating more corn.
Emilie Warnock: About my father?
Snow: Oh, yeah. I made that other bit up.
Emilie Warnock: Did he have a message for me?
Snow: Yes. You are adopted.

Langral: Who was the mystery man on the phone?
Snow: Uh, his name was Fuck You.
Langral: Really?
Snow: Yeah, he was Asian.