The clip confrontation with CIA director from Charlie Wilson's War (2007) with Philip Seymour Hoffman, John Slattery
Okay. I know it was difficult for you to come in here, hat in hand.
That's not the kind of upbringing, I guess, is the word I'm looking for.
It's not the kind of man you are. I understand that.
I'm not looking to humiliate you or exact a price in any way,
so why don't you just apologize?
We'll call it water under the dam, and we'll go about our business.
Excuse me, what the fuck?
What the fuck are you talking about?
Clair George said you were coming in here to apologize.
No, I'm supposed to come in here so you could apologize to me.
According to whom? Clair George.
You told me to go fuck myself. I'm supposed to apologize to you?
Also, water goes over a dam and under a bridge, you poncy schoolboy.
Clearly there's been a miscommunication between Clair George and somebody.
Excuse me. Yes?
Does this look all right? It's fine.
I can sand it down a little.
I, I don't know.
I have no fucking idea who this guy is.
He is here to fix the glass that you broke the last time you were here.
Could you just excuse us for a second there?
You tell me to go fuck myself
and I'm supposed to apologize? You break my window,
I'm supposed to apologize? The Helsinki job was mine!
The Helsinki job was not yours. If it was yours, you'd be in Helsinki.
Alan Wolfe stood in this office! Alan Wolfe
is no longer the Director. Yeah, it was on the books!
Alan Wolfe is no longer the Director of European Operations.
He does not make those appointments. I do.
Promises were made. Not by me.
I've been with the company for 24 years.
I was posted in Greece for 15.
Papandreou wins that election if I don't help the junta take him prisoner.
I've advised and armed the Hellenic army.
I've neutralized champions of Communism.
I've spent the past three years learning Finnish!
Which should come in handy here in Virginia!
And I'm never, ever, sick at sea.
So I want to know why I'm not gonna be your Helsinki station chief.
You're coarse. Excuse me?
For Helsinki, I need someone with diplomatic skills.
You don't have them. Is that right?
That is right. And I don't know why the hell I didn't fire you
when you broke my fucking window!
Oh, yes, sure you do, Cravely.
Look, Gust... Yeah, you're fucking Roger's fiancee
and you know I know.
I'm not... I'm not even gonna dignify that with a response.
Yeah, yeah, you're dignifying her in the ass
at the Jefferson Hotel, room 1210.
But let me ask you. The 3,000 agents Turner fired
was that because they lacked diplomatic skills as well?
You're referring to Admiral Stansfield Turner?
The clip a-letter-from-veronique from Un long dimanche de fiançailles (2004) with Marion Cotillard, Julie Depardieu. Powered by: Anyclip. any moment from any film. Hey, my gravel! My gravel! Véronique Passavant, 17th of July, 1920. I'm writing from Little Louis' bar. He told me about you. I must tell you about an encounter which left me quite shaken up. I headed for Bastoche's workshop. I was feeling down. I want to talk to Bastoche. Bastoche? He died. At the Front in the Somme. Didn't you know? I know something else. What? From the hospital, where I care for dying syphilitics, a patient sends you this. If you don't want to die, covered with oozing sores, answer me! The comrade hiding with your Bastoche... Tell me... tell me he's Corsican.
The clip mail-updates from Un long dimanche de fiançailles (2004) with Audrey Tautou. Powered by: Anyclip. any moment from any film. Thanks to you, I spend my time picking gravel out of the lawn! When I see gravel, I make it a point of arriving in style. For the Miss. Leprince Hardware, Paris, 25th of July, 1920. Sunday lends itself to writing. I'm replying regarding. Célestin Poux and other survivors from Bingo Crépuscule. I knew the fellow. The smartest thief I ever met. Thanks to him, I never went without! Olivier Nergeton, Animated Toys. Célestin Poux was our salvation, aka the Mess Hall Marauder or Justa Bit More. He falsified losses, making up numbers to give double rations. If you should see him, tell him we'll never forget him. Etienne Morillon, teacher, 3rd of August, 1920. He always had us laughing. He had even trained the company's mascot for us!