The Operative: No One Lives Forever2000

Magnus Armstrong:
Well, let's go.

Inge Wagner:
What about the cargo?

Magnus Armstrong:
You're welcome to fetch it, fatty! As for me, I'm gettin' off this boat before she sinks.

Inge Wagner:
But, the operation!

Magnus Armstrong:
We can replace the cargo, but I'm one of a kind, if you take my meaning.

Inge Wagner:
The Director will not be pleased.

Magnus Armstrong:
Then stay here and show your devotion. I'll nail up a commemorative plaque for you in the ladies room of that wretched nightclub of yours.

Inge Wagner:
I can't help it if my beautiful cabaret is infested with beatniks. I've tried to get rid of them, but they're like roaches.

Magnus Armstrong:
Probably because they think you sing like that on purpose. Experimental jazz or some such shite.

Inge Wagner:
Cretin.

Magnus Armstrong:
Enough of this jabbering! Get out of my way, your hideous mass is blocking the bulkhead!