Gary: Bill, you need to shoot it.
Bill: I'm not shooting anything, okay. Look, I'll call them again.
Gary: No, Bill, no more talking. It's time for action. Give me the gun, I'll shoot it.
Bill: Gary, I'm not giving you my gun.
Yeah, give me--no, you're right. Give me a grenade.
Bill: Gary, out.
Gary: Bill, give me a grenade.
Bill: Gary, goodbye.
Gary: You don't even have a grenade. Goodbye, Bill.

Cameron: So this is, like, a real job, I mean... I'm on call?
Rosen: People are being killed, Mr. Hicks, and we have to find out how. If it's any consolation, you now have an excellent health plan.

Gary: But I should be sleeping now, and there's still a hum. so I'm upset, and I'm complaining. I just complained.
Cameron: You sure did.

Rachel: You know, Agent Wilson always creeped me out. Did you know that he smelled like stomach acid and Tums? And now that he's dead, I feel bad that I didn't like the way the guy smelled.

Don: Score one for Rain Man.