"I don't want to meddle in your sexual escapades so please leave me out of this. Tell him yourself. I'll send you his number."

"I would give you his private number but my secretary just told me I can't share private information with /former/ FSB agents. Seems like you're out of luck today, Ms. Traitor."

"Poke me all you want but I only serve those who are on my side of the conflict. Unlike you, I'm loyal to mu superiors. Strays like you get put down if they cause too much trouble."

And the white rose breathes of love. . . . What a joke.

Ana, please. I'm not in the mood to reminisce in the past

"Well, it happened anyway. What's with the new nickname? Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?"

"It's non-issue. Just fire away. I assume someone like you enjoys a surprise. We can take a hit. I'm not too sure about our friends at Griffin, though."

"Dear, you don't have a nuclear bomb... Someone like you would never be able to get their hands on something like that."

"Ah, it's good to hear you're at least successful. So, what are you doing right now?"

Oh, I really can’t stand that self-absorbed, pretentious bot. She really thinks she’s god, huh?

“Is that so? Tell Zelinsky I said ‘hi’, Missus Bond” ... “Just kidding.”

“At least make it something unique. I’m sure he’s heard the insult ‘egg head’ way too many times already.”

“It’s been a while, @anytim3anyplace”