It's the last place they'd expect

Cobb:Inception. Now before you bother telling me it's impossible...Eames:No it's perfectly possible it's just bloody difficult.Cobb:Arthur keeps telling me it can't be done.Eames:Hm Arthur. You're still working with that stick in the mud?Cobb:He's good at what he does right?Eames:Oh he's the best. He has no imagination.Cobb:Not like you.Eames:Listen, if you're going to perform inception you need imagination.Cobb:Let me ask you something. Have you done it before?Eames:We tried it. We got the idea in place, but it didn't take.Cobb:You didn't plant it deep enough?Eames:No it's not just about depth. You know, you need the simplest version of the idea in order for it to grow naturally in the subject's mind. It's a very subtle art. So what is this idea that you need to plant?Cobb:We need the heir of a major corporation to dissolve his father's empire.Eames:Well, see, right there you have various political motivations and anti-monopolistic sentiments and so forth, but all of that stuff is really at the mercy of the subject's prejudices you see? What you have to do is start at the absolute basic.Cobb:Which is what?Eames:The relationship with the father.Eames:Do you have a chemist?Cobb:No, not yet.Eames:Alright there's a man here. Yusuf. He formulates his own versions of the compounds.Cobb:Why don't you take me there?Eames:Once you've lost your tail. Man at the bar.Cobb:COBOL Engineering. That price on my head, was that dead or alive?Eames:Let's see if he starts shooting.Cobb:Run interference. I'll meet you downstairs in the bar in, say, half an hour?Eames:Back here?Cobb:It's the last place they'd expect