Giancarlo: What's this? You tie these knots? So it starts to come back, huh?
Jason: No, it doesn't start to come back. The knot's like everything else, I just found the rope and I did it. The same way I can, I can read, I can write. I can add, subtract. I can make coffee. I can shuffle cards. I can set up a chessboard.

Marie: ...it was amazing. It was just amazing for about three months, until it turned out that this uh, jerk, who had fronted us the lease was actually shining everyone on and...
Jason: And what?
Marie: What do you mean, what. Listen to me; I, I've been speed talking for about sixty kilometers now. I, I talk when I'm nervous, I mean, I, I talk like this when I'm nervous. I'm gonna shut up now.

Marie: Who pays $20,000 for a ride to Paris?

Jason: 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 sightlines and looking for an exit.
Marie: I see the exit sign, too, I'm not worried. I mean, you were shot. People do all kinds of weird and amazing stuff when they are scared.
Jason: 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 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?

Jason: How could I forget about you? You're the only person I know.

*Jason and Marie are ringing his buzzer*
Marie: I guess you're not home.

*the assassin jumps out the window*
Marie: He went out the window... why would someone do that?

Conklin: What is the French word for "stakeout," huh?

Conklin: Let's ask Marie what she wants to do.
Jason: Actually, I don't think she gives a shit. She's dead.
Conklin: I'm sorry to hear that. How did that happen?
Jason: She was slowing me down.

Conklin: Where's your field box?
Nicolette: That's this window right here...
Conklin: Where's your field box?
Nicolette: It's right there. The system's gone haywire... Dining room window? *The power shuts down, the lights go off.* It's Bourne, isn't it?

Jason: Who am I?
Conklin: You're U.S. Government property. You're a malfunctioning $30 million weapon. You're a total goddamn catastrophe, and by God, if it kills me, you're going to tell me how this happened.

Jason: You sent me to kill Wombosi.
Conklin: Kill Wombosi? We can do that any time we want. I can send Nikki to do that, for Chrissakes. Mr. Wombosi was supposed to be dead three weeks ago. He was supposed to have died in a way where the only possible explanation was that he'd been murdered by a member of his own entourage. I don't send you to kill. I send you to be invisible. I send you because you don't exist.

Jason: I don't want to do this anymore.
Conklin: I don't think that's a decision you can make.
Jason: Jason Bourne is dead, you hear me? He drowned two weeks ago. You're gonna go tell 'em that Jason Bourne is dead, you understand?
Conklin: Where are you gonna go?
Jason: I swear to God, if I even feel somebody behind me, there is no measure to how fast I will bring this fight to your doorstep. I'm on my own side now.

Jason: Is this your store?
Marie: Yeah.
Jason: It's nice. A little hard to find.
Marie: Do you have ID?
Jason: Not really.