Sarah: Chuck, does the Global Launch Agency mean anything to you?
Chuck: GLA? Sure, they've sent probes to every planet except Pluto. Although Pluto's not officially a planet anymore, which really bums me out.
Casey: It's true. Space camp is where all the cool kids go.

General Beckman: We're opening Bennett's file for this assignment. Any personal knowledge you have could be vital to the success of this mission.
Chuck: Come on, Casey. Share with us.
Casey: In hell.

Casey: You need a little break, Bartowski?
Chuck: Yeah, that'd be nice. I mean finding out Jill was Fulcrum was a bit of a shock to the system, you know. I guess I wouldn't mind some time to sort out my feelings.
Casey: Sure thing, Chuck. I just call all the criminals, rogues, spies, and let them know to hold on a sec 'cause Chuck Bartowski needs some time to sort out his lady feelings.

Chuck: Code Red! Code Red! Redder than red. It is the reddest! It is the reddest of all hues! We are at Defcon One, or Five, or whichever means "Hurry," right now!

Casey: Can't believe it. Beckman was out of line pulling me off this mission.
Sarah: I agree with her. You're too emotionally involved.
Casey: This from the agent that can't keep her chocolate out of Bartowski's peanut butter.

Chuck: Yeah, well the thing is, Casey doesn't really have a calm center. It's more of an angry center.