Viktor Cherevin: You Americans like to think of yourselves as direct. Perhaps you are just rude.
Jack Ryan: You Russians like to think you're poets but perhaps you're just touchy.

Viktor Cherevin: (In Russian) It was always for Russia.
Constantin: So is this.
(he shoots Viktor)

Viktor Cherevin: Regret. It piles up around us like books we never read.

(first lines)
Jack Ryan: What's going on?
Student: In there. It's on the news

(last lines)
President: What's your name, son?
Jack Ryan: Ryan, Mr. President, Jack Ryan.

Jack Ryan: (to Harper, while arguing with his wife) Could you give us a minute?
William Harper: No. This is geopolitics, not couples therapy.

William Harper: (to Jack) You're not just an analyst anymore, you're operational now.

Jack Ryan: You didn't pick this life, I did.
Cathy Muller: But I picked you.

William Harper: Remember your tradecraft.

Jack Ryan: (collapsing on his crutches) I don't like you very much right now, doctor.
Cathy Muller: I'm not a doctor. I'm a 3rd year medical student who's 4 credits short until you can walk.

Viktor Cherevin: Trust, truth. I think it's like most opinions, best unexpressed.

Viktor Cherevin: Speaking of Afghanistan, "Different time, different empire - same graveyard."

Cathy Muller: Do you now what happened 3 years ago?
Jack Ryan: I agreed to stop wearing cargo shorts?

Jack Ryan: Jesus, you weren't kidding. You *are* in the CIA.
William Harper: Someone has to be.

William Harper: (waiting to see the president) Any way you can get that boy-scout-on-a-field-trip look off your face?
Jack Ryan: (big smile) Not a chance.
William Harper: That's what I like about you.