Tom Hardy: Eames
Eames : [Shows up while Arthur is in a gunfight] You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.
[Pulls out a grenade launcher]
Arthur : So, once we've made the plant, how do we go out? Hope you have something more elegant in mind than shooting me in the head?
Cobb : A kick.
Ariadne : What's a kick?
Eames : This, Ariadne, would be a kick
[kicks the leg of the chair Arthur's swinging at]
Arthur : [finds his balance and glares at Eames]
Cobb : "I will split up my father's empire." Now, this is obviously an idea that Robert himself would choose to reject. Which is why we need to plant it deep in his subconscious. Subconscious is motivated by emotion, right? Not reason. We need to find a way to translate this into an emotional concept.
Arthur : How do you translate a business strategy into an emotion?
Cobb : That's what we're here to figure out, right? Now, Robert's relationship with his father is stressed, to say the least.
Eames : Well, can we run with that? We could suggest to him breaking up his father's company as a "screw-you" to the old man.
Cobb : No, 'cause I think positive emotion trumps negative emotion every time. We all yearn for reconciliation, for catharsis. We need Robert Fischer to have a positive emotional reaction to all this.
Eames : Alright, we'll try this, umm... "My father accepts that I want to create for myself, not follow in his footsteps."
Cobb : That might work.
Arthur : Might? We're gonna 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 appears confused at the word]
Arthur : Specificity?
Yusuf : Brain function in the dream will be about twenty times to normal. When you enter a dream within that dream, the effect is compounded: it's three dreams, that's ten hours times twen...
Eames : I'm sorry, uh, maths was never my strong subject. How much time is that?
Cobb : It's a week the first level down. Six months the second level down, and... the third level...
Ariadne : ...is ten years! Who would wanna be stuck in a dream for ten years?
Yusuf : Depends on the dream.
Eames : If we are gonna perform Inception then we need imagination.
Eames : Great. Thank you. 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.
Arthur : What about his security? It's gonna get worse as we go deeper.
Cobb : I think we run with Mr. Charles.
Arthur : No.
Eames : Who's Mr. Charles?
Arthur : Bad idea.
Cobb : The second we get in that hotel with Fischer, his security is gonna be all over us. We run with Mr. Charles like we did on the Stein job.
Eames : So you've done it before?
Arthur : Yeah, and it didn't work. The subject realized he was dreaming and his subconscious tore us to pieces.
Eames : Excellent. But you learned a lot, right?
Saito : [thinking it's Eames shape shifted into Browning] Hey, I see you've changed.
Peter Browning : [confused] Sorry?
Eames : [appears in the background and silently warns Saito it's not him]
Saito : Ahh... I'm sorry. I mistook you for a friend.
Peter Browning : Well, good-looking fellow, I'm sure.
Eames : That's Fischer's projection of Browning. Let's follow him and see how he behaves.
Saito : Why?
Eames : Because how he acts will tell us if Fischer is starting to suspect him just the way we want him to.
Eames : Fischer's OK, unless he gets car-sick.
Eames : You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.
Eames : What you have to do it start at the absolute basic.
Eames : Your condescension, as always, is much appreciated, Arthur, thank you!