Parker: This isn’t just an adoption scam.
Hardison: I know. I already called Nate.
Parker: These are arms dealers, and they’re using the orphanage for cover.
Hardison: I already called Nate. Now, look, we can go over this with the others back at the hotel.
Parker: We have to bail.
Hardison: No. no, no, no. What about Luca and the others? We can’t leave them like that.
Parker: Why not?
Hardison: You don’t mean that.
Parker: You think this is the only crappy orphanage in this place? This is a country full of orphans, okay? We can’t save them all.
Hardison: No, but we can save this one. Parker, we can — we can save this one. Look, I know growing up was tough. I-I know that you — you grew up in the system. It was — it was bad. I know. It was, it was worse than bad, but that doesn’t mean that all foster parents are monsters. Mine wasn’t.
Parker: You grew up with your grandmother.
Hardison: We called her “nana,” but she was our foster mom. She, uh… she — she would cuss like a sailor. The old girl would tan your ass just as soon as look at you. But — but she fed us, she bathed us, she put a roof over our head. And, oh, she would raise hell if you so much as looked at us crooked.
Parker: Well, you were lucky. No. We’ll put these kids in the system, and odds are, they’re gonna — they’re gonna… they’re gonna turn out like me.
Hardison: I like how you turned out.