[to his wife] I know you're mad at me, and maybe I got that coming. But I think if we're being honest with each other, this mess was a long time in the making. I'm not blaming you. Not anymore. I buried myself deep in this job the day that I started.
I conducted my own investigation because no one listens to me. I got away with it because no one looks at me, because unless I have your reports, your coffee, or your lunch, I'm invisible.
And I saw it while it happened. I was only spared because I had a gas mask to protect myself. My comrades were not so lucky. My brother wasn't so lucky. When I found him, he had no eyes. Pieces of his flesh had been bitten off. Can you imagine this?
Yes. Yes, you are. It is the only way to achieve such remarkable success. Others have paid the price. You have paid the price, as well. Your guilt eats you, destroys you from the inside out.
[to Fennhoff] Don't despair, friend. The food here is actually quite good. A minor consolation, I know. You had a vision, and it didn't come to pass. What is the point of anything now? But given time and a bit of quiet, new visions will arise. I am familiar with your work on matters of the mind, Herr Doktor. It would give me great pleasure to hear your thoughts on this. Perhaps there is another way for us to collaborate. I know things seem bleak, but you are, in fact, a fortunate man. You're imprisoned, yes, but it is an American prison. And America is the land of opportunity.
Miss Carter, you have no idea how foreign Los Angeles will seem to a civilized person such as yourself. They eat avocados with everything. The foliage is preposterous. Take the palm tree. Would you trust the structural integrity of such a thing?
They afford no shade. Everybody says it's a very dry heat, but that doesn't mean it isn't unbearably hot. And worst of all, the drivers are both abundant and abundantly irresponsible.
Miss Carter, since our last adventure, my life has consisted of oiling floorboards, cleaning pools, - and - [Flamingo squawking] - transporting exotic livestock. I'm profoundly and exhaustively bored.
Worse. You're becoming irrelevant. The entire department of war is being restructured, which means that the SSR is going the way of the dinosaur. It's a different world now. And you've got to ask yourself, "do I want to be the former chief of the SSR or the current muckety-muck of the next big thing?"
I thought Mr. Stark's leisure car would be appropriate. [Peggy gets into the driver's seat]Couple of things I ought to show you. [Jarvis opens the passenger door] This button here, is in case you find yourself-
[Jarvis presses it, and the glove compartment flips over to reveal a bottle of champagne and two glasses]