Kelly: I don't even have a beginning for this thing. How do you address these people. "Washington D.C." "Washington D.C. Gentlemen." I use the term loosely.
Secretary: You're Kelly Robinson, aren't you? The tennis player.
Kelly: Yes, I am.
Secretary: And you're Alexander Scott.
Secretary: The football player from Temple University.
Scott: That's right. (glares at Kelly) Tennis.
Kelly: It's a nice game.
Secretary: Throwing any long, high passes lately?
Scott: Well, where would you go if you were a missing spy?
Kelly: On the other hand, there's always the Yankee dollar. It'll buy much bread and secrets, has been known to buy a man's hiding place right out from under him.
Scott: Yeah, but the trouble is the seller of the secret will turn around and sell your secret to the guy who secrets he sold when he sold the secret after he sold 'em.
Jimmy: A false passport will cost you.
Jimmy: Yours were stolen today.
Scott: How'd you know that?
Jimmy: I have ears that hold the gentlest whisper.
Scott: We got our passports back. Now what are you going to do about the wonderfulness of your ears?
Jimmy: I tell you, it's a crazy world. The sin is not that my father cheats, but that he was caught at it. I shall slice his rice ration.
Scott: And of course, you may well wonder yourselves about the wonderfulness of my tiger-quick reflexes, which I thrust upon you before you could even get an eyelash open.
(after Kelly tugs on the ferry whistle)
Ferry Captain: You made history.
Kelly: I did?
Ferry Captain: You signal "'icebergs in Hong Kong Harbor."
(talking through his puppet)
Puppeteer: This transaction will be done my way.
Puppeteer: Of course.
Scott: Listen, nobody likes a smart puppet.
Scott: Well, we have a Pink Pagoda, a Pink Noodle Factory, fourteen guys named Pink, one named Pinkus, and now the Pink Tiger. Isn't much pink left in this town.
Erik Thorsten: What do they pay you for your work?
Scott: Don't tell him, he'll laugh
Erik Thorsten: Think of it. Dead, you have no explanations to make. No apologies for your failure to the American pilot, to his wife, to your superiors. Being dead is a most admirable condition for you.
Scott: I'd like to debate that point.
Erik Thorsten: Now which one of you is to be the first? (Kelly and Scott point at the other)
Kelly: You remember our instructions? Their man rows in from the boat and ours goes out from the shore, right?
Scott: Yeah. How we going to get a dead man to row out?
Kelly: It's impossible. Let's go do it.
Scott: Listen! I'm getting to the good part, jack, and you couldn't handle it because you would get emotional. You would start to remember when you rusted your watch in water and then you would think about the $3 that they owe you and you would blow it. So just sit down and let me write it.
Kelly: You would talk a man to death.
Scott: They got machine-guns on that ship!
Kelly: Yes, I imagine there would be.
Scott: It's got to be timed just right, buddy.
Kelly: I'll make an effort.
Kelly: Scotty, do me a favor, would you?
Kelly: If anything happens to me, tell Nancy that I breathed her name at the end.
Scott: Yeah? Well, what about Barbara and Lily and all the rest of them?
Kelly: Right. The last, all of them.