Leverage - прекраснейшая трава))
Eliot: Look, pull a knife like this, it cuts through an onion. Pull a knife like this, cuts through, like, eight Yakuza in four seconds. Carnage, screams. People are like knives. Everything’s in context.
читать дальшеNathan: Sophie, Sophie, it’s the Butcher of Kiev.
Hardison: Have you ever been to Kiev? The cake maker of Kiev whoop all our ass, this is the Butcher.
Nathan: You just kill a guy with an appetizer?
Eliot: I don’t know, maybe.
Hardison: Yes, it's completely safe. it just, you know... you experience weakness on the right side, stroke.. strokiness..
Eliot: You're precisely why I work alone.
Nathan: You know that part of the conversation where I punch you in the neck nine or ten times? We're comin' up on that pretty quick.
Hardison: Break a law, everyone's done that. My mom has done that that, but steal a law? Oh, she's gonna be a legend baby.
Eliot: Whoops.
Nathan: What 'whoops'?
Hardison: t's a webcam.. picking up its broadcast over the phone.
Parker: I see it, up on that pole.
Hardison: just have to spoof the IP address and overlay it completely over wi-fi and...
[Eliot throws a rock to the camera]
Hardison: ...or that...
Eliot: Let's go.
Hardison: I'm sorry it's too far away for you to punch. I'm sure that frustrates you.
Parker: 42 seconds.
Hardison: What?
Parker: To rob this bank. One security guard who never fired his gun before, two closed circuit camera's outside, one inside, and an glenn-reader safe built in the 1950's whose default combination is the birthday of the manager's wife. Get in and get out - 42 seconds.
Parker: Why does an orphanage need armed security?
Alec: Must be some bad ass kids.
Parker pretending to be a flight attendant: In the event of a water landing, your seat cushion can be used as a flotation device. But let’s face it, if this thing goes down in the water, more than likely the impact will kill you. Please take a moment to locate the nearest emergency exits; if this plane’s on fire, you’re gonna want to get out quick. Jet fuel burns at over 1,000 degrees — that’s hot, folks.
Eliot: What mob?
*enter three armed thugs*
Eliot:Oh... that mob
Nate: Sophie, how do you catch mob guys?
Sophie: Two glasses of Chianti and a story about my grandma in Sicily.