“So, now we’re trapped in Fischer’s mind battling his own private army, and if we get killed, we’ll be lost in limbo till our brains turn to scrambled egg, hm?”
Arthur: Might? We’re going to need to do a little better than might.
Eames: Oh! Thank you for your contribution, Arthur.
Arthur: Forgive me for wanting a little specificity, Eames.
Eames: Sp—?
Arthur: Specificity.
