The Ghost: I'd never guess you smoked.
Amelia Bly: I only allow myself one. In times of great stress or contentment.
The Ghost: Which is this?
Amelia Bly: Very funny.

The Ghost: [on phone to agent] Some peace protesters are trying to kill me!

The Ghost: Forty thousand years of human language, and there's no word to describe our relationship. It was doomed.