The Accountant Quotes

Neurologist: Your son is different

Young Chris's Father: Sooner or later, different scares people.

Neurologist: 1 in 68 children in this country are diagnosed with a form of autism. But if you can put aside for a moment what your pediatrician and all the other NT's have said about your son...

Autistic Boy's Father: "NTs?"

Neurologist: Neuro-typicals. The rest of us. What if we're wrong? What if we've been using the wrong tests to quantify intelligence in children with autism? Your son's not less-than. He's different. Now, your expectations for your son may change over time, they might include marriage, children, self-sufficiency. They might not. But I guarantee you, if we let the world set expectations for our children, they'll start low, and they'll stay there. And maybe... Just maybe... He doesn't understand how to tell us. Or... we haven't yet learned how to listen.

Brax: Did you ever see a match-grade round travelling three thousand feet per second go through a window?

[guard standing near window drops dead as shot shatters glass]

Brax: Nobody does.

[repeated line]

Christian Wolff: I need to finish.

Lamar Blackburn: Why in God's name did I ever hire you?

Christian Wolff: To leak-proof your books. Dana found a mistake and you wanted to be sure it was safe to go public, and now you want to kill her.

Lamar Blackburn: I'm fond of Dana. But I restore lives, not Dana! Me! Men, women, children, I give them hope, make them whole. Do you even know what that's like?

Christian Wolff: Yes, I do.

[shoots Blackburn in the head. Looks at Braxton]

Christian Wolff: Sorry.

Brax: I missed you.

Dana Cummings: What is this place?

Christian Wolff: Panamerica Airstream, 34ft 7inches long, 8ft 5 inches wide. Dimensions which are perfectly adequate for one person. Preferable, even.

Dana Cummings: This is where you live?

Christian Wolff: No, I don't live here, this is a storage unit, that would be weird.

Dana Cummings: My dad was an accountant. He actually... You know, he had the whole schtick. He... You know, the little amortization book, with the green eye-shade. The, like dorky pocket protector and...

Christian Wolff: [Opening his jacket to show his shirt pocket] I've got a pocket protector.

Dana Cummings: That's a nice one. I mean, his was dorky, I guess. Yours is nice.

Rita Blackburn: And...

Christian Wolff: [mentally calculating] 61 million, 679 thousand, and some change.

Rita Blackburn: Who did it, best guess.

Christian Wolff: I don't guess.

Christian Wolff: My father was an officer in the army. Psychological operations. He was concerned that I might be taken advantage of somehow, so he arranged for me to train with a number of specialists throughout my childhood. We lived in 34 homes in 17 years.

Dana Cummings: You moved 34 times?

Christian Wolff: Mm-hm.

Dana Cummings: God, that's extraordinary. I'm sure it must have been difficult. I haven't been anywhere. Well, Cancun - not my proudest moment.

Christian Wolff: Why was the dress so important to you?

Dana Cummings: It wasn't about the dress. I just wanted to walk into the gym and have everybody say WOW! I was trying to belong. I was trying to connect. I think that no matter how different we are, we're all trying to do the same thing.

Christian Wolff: If I don't do something, Dana will die.

Justine: Risking your life for a girl you've known a week, why?

[no response]

Justine: Heavy sigh... what's the plan?

Christian Wolff: Find the person who wants to kill her.

Justine: And?

Christian Wolff: Shoot them in the head

Marybeth Medina: [Answers the phone in Chris' abandoned house] Hello.

Justine: Miss Medina. Tell Eliot Ness to get his feet off the furniture, he's not in a barn. Living Robotics, write it down.

Brax: Did you ever wonder where I was?

Christian Wolff: I knew where you were, I just wanted to keep you safe. Some of my clients are quite dangerous.

Brax: I'm kind of considered quite dangerous myself.

Christian Wolff: Well you've made improvements.

Brax: [Smiles] Shit man, you and me here, what are the odds?

Christian Wolff: Statistically speaking...

Brax: Christ man, it's rhetorical, I mean really

[laughs]

Christian Wolff: [cocks gun]

[speaks softly]

Christian Wolff: Your name?

Ray King: Ray. Raymond King.

Christian Wolff: Who employs you, Raymond King?

Ray King: I'm a Treasury agent.

Christian Wolff: Are you a good one?

Ray King: [pauses] No. No, not particularly.

Christian Wolff: Is that it?

Ray King: K- Kids. I'm a dad. I've got two kids.

Christian Wolff: Grown?

Ray King: Yeah. Yes, yes, they're all- they're all- grown up.

Christian Wolff: Were you a good dad, Raymond King?

Ray King: [trembling] Yeah. I've been a good dad. I'm a lousy agent, and I've been a weak man. But that, I didn't screw up. That I got right.

[starts weeping]

Ed Chilton: Now, Mr. Wolff, I half suspect we're wasting your time.

Christian Wolff: I'm quite sure you're not.

Ed Chilton: And you know this how?

Christian Wolff: I'm on the clock.

Ed Chilton: [Small laugh] Well, I hope we're not wasting ours, then. Look, kidding aside, I think if you saw our books you'd run for the hills. We have an incredibly complicated accounting system. Depreciation schedules on hundreds of different items. Full-time and contract employees. Department of Defense classified accounts. It's a numerical nightmare.

Christian Wolff: I'll need to see all those books for the past ten years. Bank statements, complete list of clients and vendors. Hard copies printed out, my eyes only. All the information's right here.

[Slides over folded paper]

Ed Chilton: Okay, well, well, look. This all came to my attention only last week. Now, a junior cost accountant stuck her nose where it didn't belong and obviously had no idea what she was looking at. Lamar is overreacting. There's no missing money.

Christian Wolff: How long have you been CFO of this company, sir?

Ed Chilton: Fifteen years.

Christian Wolff: I need the books for the past fifteen, please.

Ed Chilton: Well you're awful goddamn blunt!