INCEPTIONSaito: Are you here to kill me? I know what this is. Ive seen one before, many many years ago. It belonged to a man I met in a half-remembered dream. A man possessed of some radical notions. Cobb: Whats the most resilient parasite? Bacteria? A virus? An intestinal worm? Arthur: Ah, what Mr. Cobb is trying to say?Cobb: An idea. Once an idea has taken hold of brain, its almost impossible to eradicate. An idea that is fully formed, fully understood. That sticks. Right in there somewhere.Saito: For someone like you to steel?Arthur: Yes, in dream state your conscious defenses are lowered and it makes your thoughts vulnerable to theft. Its called extraction.Cobb: Mr Saito, we can train your subconscious to defend itself from even the most skilled extraction.Saito: How can you do that?Cobb: Because Im the most skilled extractor. I know how to search your mind and find your secrets. I know the tricks and I could teach them to you so that even when you are asleep your defense is never down. Look, if you want my help, youre goanna have to be completely open with me. I need to know my way around your thoughts better than your wife, better than your therapist, better than anymore. If this is a dream and you have a safe full of secrets and I need to know whats in the safe. In order for this all to work, you need to completely let me in.Saito: Enjoying your evening, gentlemen, as I consider your proposal.Arthur: He knows. Whats going on up there? Saito knows. Hes playing with us.Cobb: Doesnt matter. I can get it here. Trust me. The information is in the safe. He looked right at it when I mentioned secrets.Arthur: Whats she doing there?Cobb: Just head back to the room, all right? Ill take care of it. Arthur: Ok, make sure you can do. We are here to work.Mal: If I jumped, would I survive?Cobb: With a clear dive, perhaps. Mal, what are you doing here?Mal: I thought you might be missing me.Cobb: You know that I am. But I cant trust you anymore.Mal: So what? Looks like Arthurs taste.Cobb: Actually, the subject is partial to postwar British painters.Mal: Tell me, do the children miss me?Cobb: You cant imagine.Mal: What are you doing?Cobb: Just getting some fresh air. Stay where you are, Mal. Goddamn it!Mal: The gun, Dom. Please.Saito: Now the envelope, Mr. Cobb.Cobb: Did she tell you or have you know all along?Saito: That you are here to steal from me, or that we are actually asleep? I want to know the name of your employer?Cobb: Ah, theres no use threatening him in a dream, right, Mal?Mal: That depends on what youre threatening. Killing him would just wake him up. But painPain is in the mind and judging by the decor, were in your mind, arent we, Arthur?Nash: What are you doing? Its too soon.Arthur: But the dream is collapsing. Im gonna try to keep Saito under a little bit longer. Were almost there.Mal: He was close. Very close.Saito: Stop him.Arthur: This isnt going to work. Wake him up.Nash: He wont wake!Arthur: Give him the kick. Dunk him.Nash: Hes out.Cobb: You came prepared, hmm?Saito: Not even my head of security knows this apartment. How did you find it?Cobb: Its difficult for a man of your position to keep a love nest like this secret particularly where theres a married woman involved.Saito: She would never.Arthur: Theyre getting closer.Cobb: Yet here we are.Arthur: With a dilemma. Theyre getting closer.Saito: You got what you came for.Cobb: Well, thats not true. You left out a key piece of information, didnt you? You held something back because you knew what we were up to. Question is, whyd you let us in at all?Saito: An audition?Cobb: An audition for what?Saito: Doesnt matter. You failed.Cobb: We extracted every bit of information you had in there.Saito: But your deception was obvious.Cobb: You dont seem to understand Mr. Saito, the corporation that hired us, they wont accept failure. We wont last two days.Arthur: Cobb.Cobb: Looks like Im gonna have to do this a little more simply. Tell us what you know now! Tell us what you know now!Saito: Ive always hated this carpet. Its stained and frayed in such distinctive ways but its very definitely made out of wool. Right nowIm lying on polyester. Which means Im not lying on my carpet in my apartment? You have lived up to your reputation Mr. Cobb, Im still dreaming. Nash: Howd it go?Arthur: Not good.Saito: Dream within a dream, ha? Im impressed! But in my dreams, you play by my rules.Nash: Ah, yes, but you see, Mr Saito.Cobb: Were not in your dream.Nash: Were in mine.Arthur: Asshole! How do you mess up the carpet?Nash: It wasnt my fault.Arthur: Youre the architect!Nash: I didnt know he was gonna rub his cheek on it.Cobb: Thats enough! Arthur: You. What the hell was all that? Cobb: I have it under control.Arthur: Id hate to see you out