I am assuming Arthur isn't reading my mind as these words write themselves behind my eyes and down my spine. Has anyone ever been this charming?
No.
You're not charming, Eames – I call myself Eames? - You're used up and every word from your lips is a mutilation of the perfect silence – when is the world ever silent? Never, that's right - that came before it.
You're an irritating git. Ok. Done there, chastised myself. I wonder if punishment is what keeps me going, the thread of the threat in my lungs and my legs and my feet keep walking towards trouble, I love it.
Next? Arthur? Spare us a glance?
We're ready for your steady gaze, you impossibly young and fresh thing.
Boring, tries too hard, been around longer than you might think… who are we talking about again?
Look at us. We're shining. I love your little sweater vest, darling. Makes you look soft and touchable, and your little pigeon toes as you talk to Hernandez like a man.
Getting old without a you is getting older. I know you categorize these past few years as before Fischer and after Fischer but only because you really categorize things as with Cobb and without Cobb. Why are you here?
Hernandez is a joke we both could listen to again and again but she's also a forger and that makes her dangerous.
I'm only here as a thief. I steal things.
Not hearts, dear.
It's funny to know that you know I'm the forger. I'm Eames here, Eames the thief. There's never been an Eames the forger before, before Cobb. In the early days the only forger I was was Danny the forger and Eames the thief. But you two caught me out and out I am with you but not Hernandez. What I would give to know about you the way you know about me.
Not fair. Cobb caught me out, you shared in it. Darling.
Hernandez is passable, good, and that smile she's got. And her legs more than make up for her eyes. Nothing could ever make up for yours. Why are you here?