Gatiss: [to Caroline about Eberlin] I do believe you two would have gone on well together. You haven't got a past, and he hasn't got a future. None at all.

Gatiss: I don't like you, Eberlin. I don't like you because you're weak and dishonest. But even more, I don't like you because you're frightened of me, and that disturbs me. I want to know why. You can tell me; I'm a very understanding man.
Eberlin: You haven't got an ounce of understanding or emotion in your body. You died the moment you were born. And when your heart finally stops beating, it'll be a mere formality.

Eberlin: You know, one thing about this damned profession - you're constantly being reminded of it. I feel like a whore in a creaking bed.

Sobakevich: I mean, if you want to turn this into a gun war, it's all right with us - but our reserves are closer.
Gatiss: Who do you think you are, Al Capone?
Sobakevich: Who's Al Capone?
Gatiss: He was a megalomaniac gangster who murdered anyone who got in his way.
Sobakevich: Really? Whatever happened to him?
Gatiss: He changed his name to Stalin and moved to Russia.
Sobakevich: I thought he sounded familiar.

Caroline: George, will you be going back to London now?
Eberlin: Probably.
Sobakevich: Are they all as pretty as you there?
Caroline: No. I'm the only one.

Caroline: I'm an existentialist.
Eberlin: Uh - you're a what?
Caroline: I'm an ext - isn't that the right word?
Eberlin: I would say "exhibitionist" is more to the point.
Caroline: What's an existentialist, then?
Eberlin: Well, it's slightly more complex than romping around naked.