"Great police work. Really brilliant. Why don't they just hang out a banner that says "Don't come back"? Jesus Christ. What is the French word for "stakeout"?"

"[about Marie] I want to know every place she's slept in the past six years."

"You have ID?"

"The only thing we had in common was that neither of us knew who you were. We passed that now."

"This guy at the front desk was smiling at me. I thought-- all this trouble-- maybe it's easier to just ask for them."

"Sure. Yeah. Sure. Uh, he went out the window. Why would someone do that?"

"[Jason is repeatedly pressing the buzzer for his apartment] I guess you're not home."

"I swear to God, if I even feel somebody behind me, there is no measure to how fast and how hard I will bring this fight to your doorstep! I'm on my own side now."

"You move, you die."

"You got to get out. You got to start running. You get low, you stay low. No more friends. Nothing familiar. There's enough in there for you to make a life. Any life."

"I'm definitely Kane. I just had a meeting as Kane. And he knew me as Kane. So I'm definitely Bourne. I'm also definitely Kane."

"[to Marie] You can never come back to this car."

"I can tell you the license plate numbers of all six cars outside. I can tell you that our waitress is left-handed and the guy sitting up at the counter weighs two hundred and fifteen pounds and knows how to handle himself. I know the best place to look for a gun is the cab of the gray truck outside, and at this altitude, I can run flat out for a half mile before my hands start shaking. Now why would I know that? How can I know that and not know who I am?"

"Who has a safety deposit box full of... money and six passports and a gun? Who has a bank account number in their hip? I come in here... and the first thing I'm doing is I'm catching the sight lines and looking for an exit."

"I'm an American... Okay."