Colt: Everybody freeze! It's okay.
Bob: They're the good guys.
Colt: You stinking lowlife. Come on. Let's go.
Betrayed agent: Hey, loosen these things up.
Colt: I'm sorry. What's wrong? Got the handcuffs too tight? I don't know how these things work. I'm just a dumb hillbilly. Everybody okay?
Bob: Bumps and bruises. Ian, this really is the good guy.
Colt: Hey, what you got there, son? Nice work recording that conversation, partner. This young man might make a heck of a spy someday.
Poldark: How quickly can you give me orange jumpsuit?
Bob: I'm sorry I suspected you.
Colt: Don't worry about it, old buddy. Chalk it up to the language barrier.
Bob: Thank you. I'm sorry I put you through all this. Goodbye, Gillian. Goodbye, kids.
Farren: Bob. I'm gonna miss you.
Bob: I'll miss you, too.
Farren: Wait. I know he lied, but he did it to protect us. This whole time, all he ever wanted to do was protect us, Mom. And, Mom, you're never gonna find a man as good as Bob, never again. Never.
Ian: I never thought I'd say this, but I agree with Farren.
Gillian: I suppose you have something to say, too.
Nora: I want Bob to be my daddy.
Priest: Do you, Gillian, take Bob to be your lawfully wedded husband?
Gillian: I do.
Priest: And do you, Bob, take Gillian to be your lawfully wedded wife?
Bob: Gillian. There's one more thing I have to tell you. My name really isn't Bob.
Gillian: That's okay.
Bob: I do.
Priest: I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.