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[first lines]
Russell Price: Can I get a ride?
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[last lines]
Claire: Do you think we fell in love with too much?
Russell Price: I'd do it again.
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Claire: You're going to love this war...
Russell Price: Hmmm.
Claire: Good guys, bad guys and cheap shrimp.
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Claire: Did you dream about Miss Panama last night?
Russell Price: No, I dreamed about you.
Claire: Have a good time?
Russell Price: Yeah, and you did too!
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Oates: How d'ya like Nicaragua?
Russell Price: It's beautiful.
Oates: Yeah, it's a shitload of Greasers though, you know.
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Russell Price: Pardon my French, but who's fucking side are you on?
Marcel Jazy: I work for everyone.
Russell Price: That's a great job!
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Russell Price: [In Spanish] Do you know who controls this area?
Sandinista with radio: [In Spanish] Who knows?
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Claire: You chose the wrong side.
Marcel Jazy: In twenty years we shall know who's right.
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Marcel Jazy: I like you people, but you are sentimental shits! You fall in love with the poets; the poets fall in love with the Marxists; the Marxists fall in love with themselves. The country falls in love with the rhetoric, and in the end we are stuck with tyrants.
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Woman in refugee camp: [looking at picture of dead Alex Grazier on TV] Did you know the man who was killed?
Claire: [she nods 'yes']
Woman in refugee camp: Fifty thousand Nicaraguans have died and now a Yankee. Perhaps now America will be outraged at what has happened here.
Claire: Perhaps they will.
Woman in refugee camp: Maybe we should have killed an American journalist fifty years ago.
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Russell Price: [At the rebels victory parade] What the hell are you doin' here?
Oates: It's a free country. I mean... it's free now anyway.
Oates: [Drinking from a cup] Nica libre - rum and coke and no ice. You want some?
Oates: [Price ignores him and Oates looks mildly concerned] You weren't gonna turn me in, are you?
Oates: [Price walks away without a word and Oates smiles and shouts] See ya in Thailand!
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Hub Kittle: Alex, there's fascist and there's fascist. Let's not use words like that, OK?
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Hub Kittle: [speaking about Somoza] The man has a point of view too, right?
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Hub Kittle: Listen, Russell. Let's grow up, huh? It's easy to fall in love with the underdog. But there's an upside and a downside to this thing.
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Alex Grazier: [in Managua, on the phone talking to his New York editor, who doesn't think the latest news about a nightclub bombing in Nicaragua is important enough to supplant news about the Pope in Egypt] Forget the Pope, Charlie, you got the Pope someplace every week. There's a big story down here, because it's the first sign of fighting *in* Managua... Get a map, Charlie. Look up Nicaragua. Drive to New Orleans, and then you turn "left"... Oh, like hell I'm editorializing. Look, the whole thing happened in a room full of press and C.I.A... How do I know they were C.I.A.? Because they wore name tags, what do you think? Look, we're backing a fascist government again, I know that's not exactly news, but, uh, see if you can find an angle, huh?
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Russell Price: [Russell's been thrown in a jail cell in Managua; there's another prisoner in the cell] You're a priest, huh? A Padre? What are you doing here?
Prison Priest: The government accused me of knowing Rafael.
Russell Price: Government's always wrong, huh?
Prison Priest: [a bit suspicious] Who are you?
Russell Price: Periodista... I'd like to find Rafael myself.
Prison Priest: Whose side are you on?
Russell Price: I don't take sides. I take pictures.
Prison Priest: No sides?
Prison Priest: [Russell shakes his head; the priest gives him a long look] Go home.
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Interrogating Officer: [releasing Russell from jail] Mr. Price... It was all a misunderstanding. Your camera:
Interrogating Officer: [intentionally drops the camera on the floor, breaking it] I'm sorry.
Russell Price: [Russell checks inside his bag] Passport...
Interrogating Officer: Before you go, there are some papers you will sign.
Russell Price: What papers?
Interrogating Officer: Your "visitation papers," Mr. Price. You were not arrested, you just came to visit. In case your embassy asks. You want your passport back, yes?
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Marcel Jazy: [Wryly referring to Miss Panama, who is complaining about lack of water in the swimming pool] If she dove in, I assure you, she would not notice.
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Hub Kittle: Listen, Russell, let's grow up. It's very easy to fall in love with the underdog, but there's an upside and a downside to this thing. I just want to remind you, all this stuff about a "revolution of poets" is crap.
Russell Price: It's great P.R., though, isn't it, Hub? So what's the upside?
Hub Kittle: Simple. And it could happen. Somoza destroys the terrorist insurgents, rebuilds the country, shit-cans the purveyors of excess, stabilizes the Cordoba, and is kindly beloved as the savior of Nicaragua. "Our" pal. Gotta' smoke?
Russell Price: [hands him a cigarette] What's the downside?
Hub Kittle: Commies take over the world.
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Alex Grazier: [looking at his face in a mirror] You were right. Everybody was right.
Claire: About what?
Alex Grazier: These cheekbones. What do you think of them?
Claire: I like your cheekbones, Alex. Is there anything the matter?
Alex Grazier: It's a face made for television.
Claire: [slightly taken aback] You mean you decided to go with the Network?
Alex Grazier: Yeah... They're gonna' give me 10 grand a week to read the news. I'll be in 60 million homes every night. When I take a breath, all of America will take a breath. When my voice trembles, all of America will tremble. I'm gonna' be a star. My vocal inflection will be more important than who controls Congress.
Claire: [grinning] And your name will become a household word.
Alex Grazier: [grinning] Yeah, I'll become a household word.
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Claire: [He and Claire are at a camp where Rafael is supposedly holed up] What is it?
Russell Price: Rafael is dead. I can smell it.
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Alex Grazier: [indicating Russell] I left this country because of this man. I came back because of this man. Now the cutest couple in town has got me lookin' up a horse's ass, on a midnight tour of Managua. What's goin' on?
Claire: [long pause] Rafael is dead.
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Hub Kittle: [glibly offering condolences to Claire over Alex's death] Jesus Christ, Claire, a human tragedy. What can I say?
Claire: [angrily brushes past him] Fuck off, Hub.
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