"Mitchell Hundred: I don't know what you want, but you're a cunt hair away from being disintegrated. Kremlin: You forget that I help you construct your old raygun, boy. I know how to protect myself from your trigger finger. Mitchell Hundred: Kremlin? Jesus, you can't just break into , you nutjob! Kremlin: Yes, when I come here from Russia as child, this whole place was filled with nothing but filthy restrooms for the park-goers. Mitchell Hundred: Funny, somebody just told me my office downtown was once a jail. Everything good in New York used to be something awful, I guess. Kremlin: And everything awful used to be something good."