Top 20 Quotes From Patrick Bauchau

Sydney: Sometimes, even the Devil deserves a little privacy.

Jack: [Rossler has been injured] My name is Jack Bauer, and I'm with CTU. Twenty-five minutes ago, you contacted a man named Ivan Erwich. What did he want you to do for him?
Jacob: I want my lawyer.
Jack: You'll get your lawyer as soon as I get what I need. Mr. Erwich is in possession of 20 canisters of Sentox VX nerve gas, which he has threatened to deploy here in the United States.
Jacob: I guess you have a problem.
Jack: I'd say you have a problem. You've been conspiring with and aiding known terrorists, which means I get to hold you for as long as I want. Now we know Mr. Erwich can't deploy the canisters unless he reconfigured a trigger mechanism; is that what he wanted you to do?
[Rossler is silent]
Jack: Trust me, you don't wanna go down this path with me.
Jacob: [With clenched teeth] Go to hell.
Jack: [Jack hits him in the face] That's exactly where I'm gonna send you unless you start to cooperate.
[pause]
Jack: You like hurting girls? Curtis.
[Curtis steps on Rossler's wound]

[Powell breaks into the crime scene]
Richard: You, uh, don't seem out of practice.
Caine: Just like riding a bike.
Richard: Our thieves used a bump key.
Caine: This new generation. How utterly vulgar.
[looking around]
Caine: Rick, you didn't tell me they put her in the safe.
Richard: What's the significance?
Caine: The significance is it's unnecessary... It's brutality for brutality's sake... This used to be a gentleman's game. We were like ghosts. We could walk through walls and simply disappear. But whoever did this... they're more like vampires. Taste of the blood makes them... feel alive. These aren't the sort of chaps a fellow in my line of work would care to meet by chance in the dark.
Richard: How often does that happen?
Caine: More often than you'd think, actually. Ours is a very small community.
Richard: And then what?
Caine: In my day, we'd usually come to some sort of an agreement. You see, there was a code of conduct among professionals.

Miss: Jarod will take the use of his simulation as a personal attack.
Mr. Lyle: That sounds like a threat.
Sydney: To involve Jarod as an accessory to murder and kidnapping, that is asking for retribution the likes of which you can't even imagine.
Mr. Lyle: I'll take that under advisement.

Sydney: [laughing] Here I am, trying to comfort you.
Miss: [looking hurt] As if anything you could ever do would give me comfort?
Sydney: [quickly sobers] It did once.

Jarod: Tell me who I am.
Sydney: I don't know either. At the time, I had on reason to question what the Centre told me. I swear.
Jarod: Then prove it. Give me tomorrow's code to the Centre's mainframe. The truth about who I am has to be in there.
Sydney: You know I can't do that.
Jarod: Sydney, you stole my life! Please give it back to me.

Sydney: Just let this quack handle it, hmm?

Sydney: How do you think he will hold up?
Miss: Before or after he wets his pants?

Sydney: The Centre wants him alive.
Miss: Preferably.

Jarod: Get back to me, Sydney. I'm running late.
Sydney: For what?
Jarod: Justice.

Jack: [Yells] where is Erwich?
Jacob: [Listing his demands, as CTU listens in] I want full immunity unfreezing of all my assets, and transport to a foreign country of my choosing
Jack: No
Jacob: And Inessa: she comes with me. That's the deal
Jack: Maybe I'm not making myself clear, we're not making a deal
Lynn: [Over the phone] Jack, its Lynn
Jack: Go ahead
Lynn: We don't have the luxury to engage in brinkmanship
Jack: His going to tell us what we want to know
Lynn: You may be right but we're going to wait around to find out: accept the deal, that's an order
Jack: Fine, it's your call

[on the phone]
Jarod: I killed a man today, Sydney. I killed him as if I'd pulled the trigger myself.
Sydney: Jarod...
Jarod: Simulation 2578. You told me it was a rescue scenario. And then I see it used in the killing of a federal agent and the abduction of an innocent woman.
Miss: The Centre is not in the abduction business.
Jarod: Well, you tell that to Emma Barrett. It's Lyle, isn't it?
Miss: What are you talking about?
Jarod: I'm talking about lies. I'm talking about how innocent people have died because of the way you use my simulations. You used me! Well, no one is going to die anymore. If it's a war the Centre wants, it's what you will get. But I promise you, Emma Barrett will not be the next casualty.

Stephen: [to Meg] Please don't do anything stupid.

Sydney: You can't save them all, Jarod. You may be a Pretender, but you're human.

Jarod: Who am I? Did the Centre adopt me? Was I bought or was I stolen? And where are my mom and dad?
Sydney: Jarod, we've been over this a thousand times. Your parents died in a plane crash.
Jarod: Yes, I know the story, Sydney. It's been burned into my brain for thirty years. But, you see, I did a little checking. There's this genetic anomaly that's in my blood that should be in my supposed parents. But it's not. Therefore, it's impossible that I'm their son. So, the truth, for once.

Caine: Besides, I was ready to retire. Being a ghost is a young man's game.

Jack: Your agreement is being drawn up: now I want something. Where is Erwich?
Jacob: I have no idea, I don't know the man, not even what he looks like. I first spoke with him thirty minutes ago. We were put in contact through a mutual associate in Russia
Jack: Who?
Jacob: Sergei Ramaninoff. His a commander in the resistance movement
Jack: What's Erwich want?
Jacob: He wants to reprogram the chip with the trigger, his calling me back with the identification keys
Jack: What's your time frame?
Jacob: Within the hour
Jack: How is he going to receive the package?
Jacob: I was going to deliver it: we haven't agreed to a meeting place
Jack: I want that chip
Jacob: It's in a safe place. Once I see some paperwork, I'll show it to you

Sydney: Good morning, Miss Parker. Broots.
Broots: Sydney.
Miss: You're looking... refreshed.
Sydney: New underpants will do that to you.
[Miss Parker and Broots look at each other silently]
Miss: Sydney, you made a funny.
Sydney: Stole it, I'm afraid. Last night, I went on a date.
Broots: You had a date!
Miss: [to Broots] That's when two people actually meet instead of typing to each other on a computer keyboard.
[to Sydney]
Miss: So, if it was a date, how can you be sure that those are *your* underpants?

Sydney: You believe someone stole your mother's body?
Miss: Except for this Scotch-induced earthquake rattling between my ears, I'm not sure exactly what to believe anymore.
Broots: Let's face it, Sydney. Catherine Parker's body being gone fits in with all the other bizarre happenings around here. The reappearance of Edna Raines, who, after 30 years, everyone thought was dead...
Miss: And now who really is dead, thanks to the Bald Butcher she called hubby.

Scarpine: It's time to flood the fault.
Bob: But May Day and my men!
Max: Yes. A convenient coincidence.
Bob: Mr. Zorin, those men are LOYAL to you!
[Scarpine knocks him out]