Rosalind: I was just thinking about how you saved my life. I’ve literally pealed a woman’s face off and yet you put your body between me and a bullet. Why? Nolan: It’s my job. I don’t get to choose who I save.
Nolan: Any advice on how to deal with her? Nick: Don’t try to figure her out? Nolan: Because I’m not qualified. Nick: Therein lies the madness. Is there any real rationale why someone would take off a person’s hands or pour boiling oil down someone’s throat? There’s this morbid curiosity to ask why. Don’t. You don’t want to know what’s in her head and you sure as hell don’t want her in yours.