Ruth: You realise spies don't really talk that way.
Nathan: I know. Just trying to bring back the cool.
Nathan: I know. Just trying to bring back the cool.
Bookseller: I hear the gooseberries are doing well this year... and so are the mangoes.
Lemming: I'm sorry?
Bookseller: Oh! I was just saying, thinking of the weather, I, uh, hear the gooseberries are doing well this year... and so are the mangoes.
Lemming: Mine aren't.
Bookseller: Go on.
Lemming: What?
Bookseller: Go on. Mine aren't, but...
Lemming: What?
Bookseller: Aren't you going to say something about "Mine aren't, but the Big Cheese gets his at low tide tonight"?
Lemming: I'm sorry?
Bookseller: Oh! I was just saying, thinking of the weather, I, uh, hear the gooseberries are doing well this year... and so are the mangoes.
Lemming: Mine aren't.
Bookseller: Go on.
Lemming: What?
Bookseller: Go on. Mine aren't, but...
Lemming: What?
Bookseller: Aren't you going to say something about "Mine aren't, but the Big Cheese gets his at low tide tonight"?
"The significant owl hoots in the night."
"Yet many grey lords go sadly to the masterless men."
"Hooray, hooray for the spinster's sister's daughter."
"To the axeman, all supplicants are the same height."
"Yet verily, the rose is within the thorn."
"The good mother makes bean soup for the errant boy."
"What?"
"The good mother makes bean soup for the errant boy."
"Are you sure the ill-built tower doesn't tremble mightily at a butterfly's passage?"
"Nope. Bean soup it is. I'm sorry."
"What about the caged whale?"
"What about it?"
"It should know nothing of the mighty deeps, if you must know."
"Oh, the caged whale. You want the Elucidated Brethren of the Ebon Night. Three doors down."
"Yet many grey lords go sadly to the masterless men."
"Hooray, hooray for the spinster's sister's daughter."
"To the axeman, all supplicants are the same height."
"Yet verily, the rose is within the thorn."
"The good mother makes bean soup for the errant boy."
"What?"
"The good mother makes bean soup for the errant boy."
"Are you sure the ill-built tower doesn't tremble mightily at a butterfly's passage?"
"Nope. Bean soup it is. I'm sorry."
"What about the caged whale?"
"What about it?"
"It should know nothing of the mighty deeps, if you must know."
"Oh, the caged whale. You want the Elucidated Brethren of the Ebon Night. Three doors down."
Assassin: What's the password?
The Warden: The grey nug flies north for the winter.
Assassin: ... Go away.
The Warden: The grey nug flies north for the winter.
Assassin: ... Go away.
Assassin: What's the password?
The Warden: Err... sausage?
Assassin: Sausage?! Bloody no! Go away!
The Warden: Err... sausage?
Assassin: Sausage?! Bloody no! Go away!
Hawke: Ooh, cloak-and-dagger phrases! How about "The queasy crow flies at midnight?"
Mistress Selby: How about "The smart-mouthed Fereldan gets slapped across the face"?
Mistress Selby: How about "The smart-mouthed Fereldan gets slapped across the face"?
Adam Jensen: Something, something, Death and taxes. Confucius.
Anonymous X: What? Wait, that— That's not it at all! That's not even close!
Adam Jensen: Does it matter?
Anonymous X: Of course it matters! Otherwise, how am I supposed to know you're— You were supposed to say "death and life have their determined appointments"! Then I say "riches and honor depend upon heaven"!
Adam Jensen: Okay. "Death and life have their determined appointments".
Anonymous X: Riches and hon— Oh nevermind! You ruined the whole thing!
Anonymous X: What? Wait, that— That's not it at all! That's not even close!
Adam Jensen: Does it matter?
Anonymous X: Of course it matters! Otherwise, how am I supposed to know you're— You were supposed to say "death and life have their determined appointments"! Then I say "riches and honor depend upon heaven"!
Adam Jensen: Okay. "Death and life have their determined appointments".
Anonymous X: Riches and hon— Oh nevermind! You ruined the whole thing!
Ivan: The weather is unusually inclement for the time of year.
Adrian: Let us hope that it is so in Leningrad.
Ivan: Ivan.
Adrian: Adrian.
Ivan: You are an old friend of Squiffy's, yes?
Adrian: Yes, he was my tutor at Cambridge.
Ivan: There's no going back, you know.
Adrian: No.
Ivan: Excellent. We leave for Moscow tonight.
Adrian: Wonderful; I think I'll be the best spy you ever had.
Ivan: Spy? Spy?! No boyfriend of mine goes out to work.
Adrian: Let us hope that it is so in Leningrad.
Ivan: Ivan.
Adrian: Adrian.
Ivan: You are an old friend of Squiffy's, yes?
Adrian: Yes, he was my tutor at Cambridge.
Ivan: There's no going back, you know.
Adrian: No.
Ivan: Excellent. We leave for Moscow tonight.
Adrian: Wonderful; I think I'll be the best spy you ever had.
Ivan: Spy? Spy?! No boyfriend of mine goes out to work.
— Mel Smith (Ivan) and Rowan Atkinson (Adrian), Not the Nine O'Clock News, "The Spy Who Came In The Cold"
When we get to the cookie, throw some milk in his face and yell, "Alvin's. Hot. Juice box. Alvin's. Hot. Juice box."
— Adventure Time, "Princess Cookie"
James Bond: In London, April's a spring month.
Jack Wade: Oh yeah? And what are you, the weatherman? I mean, for crying out loud... another stiff-ass Brit, with your secret codes and your passwords. One of these days you guys are gonna learn just to drop it.
Jack Wade: Oh yeah? And what are you, the weatherman? I mean, for crying out loud... another stiff-ass Brit, with your secret codes and your passwords. One of these days you guys are gonna learn just to drop it.
Tyrion: (reading from a scroll) Roslin caught a fine fat trout. Her brothers gave her a pair of wolf pelts for her wedding — signed Walder Frey. Is that bad poetry or is it supposed to mean something?
Joffrey: Robb Stark is dead! And his bitch mother!
Railroad Agent Do you have a Geiger Counter?
Sole Survivor Mine is in the shop.
— Fallout 4: Railroad Sign and Countersign.
"Hi, It's 'Pat' from the club. We want you to DJ tonight. You're free to play any kind of music you want. Beer is on the house! We're on 212 NE 24th street. Dress to kill! See ya..."
—Unknown Caller, Hotline Miami, "Push It"
Annibal: When he asked me about that newspaper I just could have...just bullshitted my way—
Shaw: (interrupting) Shut up. You could have shot him, that's all. The moment he said that newspaper shit and you figured what was up, you could have shot him, but you didn't have a gun. There wasn't anything else you could do. It was a password, needed a random response, anything you said would have backfired. I had the same thing once. Awfully warm for this time of year; the guy was supposed to say, Yes, but not as sticky as two summers ago. Yes, but not as sticky as two summers ago. He says anything else... even hesitates... I shoot him. I shot him. Just like the Jap was gonna do to you the moment he figured out what you were.
— The Assignment (1997).
Christopher Mills: (over the phone) Hello Mr. Smith, the election is drawing near, have you decided on your vote? If you haven't, please let the Republic Party make the most of your precious vote. Thank you and have a nice day!
Garcian Smith: Precious vote? Yeah, right.
— Killer7
Eddy: The crow caws at midnight.
All For One: I'm hankering for a 40-year Macallan.
Mrs. Aoyama: How about one aged 16 years? Our son could deliver it to you.
All For One: Sounds perfect. Could I please have your son's contact info? Just to leave nothing to chance.
Mrs. Aoyama: Of course, uncle! A necessity in modern times!
All For One: How true. (thinks) No lies. No ill will. She's clean. I can let them go about their business, and even if they're interrogated later, they pose no threat to me. We've engaged in these ridiculous coded conversations to fool anyone who may be listening in, but that ends today.
Mrs. Aoyama: How about one aged 16 years? Our son could deliver it to you.
All For One: Sounds perfect. Could I please have your son's contact info? Just to leave nothing to chance.
Mrs. Aoyama: Of course, uncle! A necessity in modern times!
All For One: How true. (thinks) No lies. No ill will. She's clean. I can let them go about their business, and even if they're interrogated later, they pose no threat to me. We've engaged in these ridiculous coded conversations to fool anyone who may be listening in, but that ends today.
Michelle: Listen very carefully, I shall say this only once. Captain Hook is waiting for Peter Pan in Never Never Land.
Rene: There would be very little point in saying that twice—I have no idea what it means.
Michelle: How are you ever going to help us if you do not learn your codebook?!
Spy: The clarinet can make beautiful music.
Crowley: What?
Spy: I said, the clarinet can make beautiful music.
Crowley: You want the Azerbaijani Section Chief, he's sitting over there.
Crowley: What?
Spy: I said, the clarinet can make beautiful music.
Crowley: You want the Azerbaijani Section Chief, he's sitting over there.
Megabyte: Well?
Binome Spy: Sir, the jam is moldy in the kitchen and the rolling rabbit gathers no moss.
Megabyte: What are you talking about?
Binome Spy: Hm, Sir! Mainframe's population is conducting some sort of celebratory event, online at, uh, 2450, Sir.
Megabyte: Very well. Prepare for Operation Code Plan 214.
All Binome Spies: (gasp) No! Not Plan 214!
Binome Spy: Sir, the jam is moldy in the kitchen and the rolling rabbit gathers no moss.
Megabyte: What are you talking about?
Binome Spy: Hm, Sir! Mainframe's population is conducting some sort of celebratory event, online at, uh, 2450, Sir.
Megabyte: Very well. Prepare for Operation Code Plan 214.
All Binome Spies: (gasp) No! Not Plan 214!
— ReBoot, "Talent Night"
"Is there anything you'd like me to tell Triela when I get back?"
Thinking for a moment Monique nodded and replied, "Yes, actually. Tell her The vigilant fox rests under the willow on midsummer's eve."
"Wow...is that a secret code or something?" Mari asked. "What does it mean?"
"Absolutely nothing," the older girl confessed, "but Triela will go batty trying to figure it out."
Thinking for a moment Monique nodded and replied, "Yes, actually. Tell her The vigilant fox rests under the willow on midsummer's eve."
"Wow...is that a secret code or something?" Mari asked. "What does it mean?"
"Absolutely nothing," the older girl confessed, "but Triela will go batty trying to figure it out."
— Marisa 17: The Silver Chalice, a Gunslinger Girl fanfic
“Dave? This is John. Your pimp says bring the heroin shipment tonight, or he’ll be forced to stick you. Meet him where we buried the Korean whore. The one without the goatee.”
That was code. It meant “Come to my place as soon as you can, it’s important.” Code, you know, in case the phone was bugged.
“John, it’s three in the—”
“Oh, and don’t forget, tomorrow is the day we kill the president.”
Click.
He was gone. That last part was code for, “Stop and pick me up some cigarettes on the way.”
That was code. It meant “Come to my place as soon as you can, it’s important.” Code, you know, in case the phone was bugged.
“John, it’s three in the—”
“Oh, and don’t forget, tomorrow is the day we kill the president.”
Click.
He was gone. That last part was code for, “Stop and pick me up some cigarettes on the way.”
