Casey: You're a government asset, Chuck. Sometimes your personal life has to take a backseat.
Chuck: We tried the backseat. You have a camera in the car, too. Come on, how many... how many second chances do you get with the one who got away? Plus, she already knows I'm a... you know.
Casey: I'm not even interested in my own feelings, Bartowski.
Chuck: Wait... so not only did we not get the FULCRUM list, but Jill's never gonna speak to me again because she caught me naked rinsing off fruit punch with another woman?
Casey: Common spy problem.
Lester: Morgan! You got to break Morgan. Chuck tells him everything.
Jeff: His beard holds so many secrets.
(Casey sings a high note)
Chuck: Hey! What?
Casey: Choir boy. (everyone stares) What? I wasn't hatched.
Casey: You sure you're not just jealous Bartowski's found himself a new piece of asset?
Jill: The log-on for his computer was a randomly selected work from a piece of Vogon poetry.
Referencing Douglas Adams' The Hitchhiker's to the Galaxy. The Vogons are an alien race from Vogsphere, relentless bureaucrats, who compose the third worst poetry in the Universe.