Vincent: I'm at the motel, mile south of the base. They just checked in, you want me to kill them?
Ted Roark: No, no, Vincent; I may need them for leverage. When the tests are complete, feel free to use whatever despicable acts of violence are in your nature. You can eat them if you want, I don't care.
Morgan: (about Big Mike) The truth is, I just wanted you to stop dating my mother.
Lester: You should be so lucky that a man of his stature would defile your mother.
Chuck: I'll, I'll sleep on the floor.
Sarah: No, it's okay.
(Sarah gets into the bed)
Chuck: Why are you doing this?
Sarah: Because the floor is gross and I'm not gonna make you sleep on it.
Chuck: No, I mean why are you here, risking everything that you worked so hard for?
Sarah: Because after everything that you've done for this country, you deserve to find your father, to get the Intersect out your head and to have a chance at a normal life.
Chuck: Thank you.
Sarah: You don't have to thank me, it's my job to protect you.
Chuck: What about when it's not your job? What happens to us then?
Sarah: One mission at a time, Chuck.
Chuck: I'm not leaving without Sarah.
Casey: You drive, or I end you.
Chuck: End me? Oh yeah, how you gonna do that; you don't have a gun.
Casey: Don't think I can't kill you with my thumb or my elbow? Nerd bludgeoned by a radiator?
Chuck: You can't kill me with that radiator; it is far too confined in this car for you to get the appropriate torque.
Casey: Strangle you with this handcuff chain?
Chuck: Yeah, yeah, you could probably do that.
Chuck: Guys, guys, guys, guys let's just... let's just take a minute here, remember, we are a team.
Casey and Sarah: Stay in the car!
Chuck: Technically, I still have one foot in the car.
Devon: Hey guys, something weird is going on. Have you seen Chuck? He didn't come home last night, Casey came by, said he was worried about him.
Lester: Casey, yeah, yeah, I'm sure, can't live without his precious Chuck.
Devon: What's that supposed to mean?
Lester: The guy is obsessed with him, a classic perv. (to Jeff) No offense.
Jeff: (about Casey) You wanna see something really freaky? Dude keeps a Chuck diary.
Lester: Bathroom visits. And duration.
Jeff: Keys, duct tape, high-grade chloroform.
Jeff: From one stalker to another, I'm impressed.
Devon: You guys think this has something to do with Chuck missing?
Lester: I don't care.
Jeff: No clue. You mind if I, uh, get right? (sniffs the chloroform, passes out)
Chuck: Look, for whatever it's worth, if I have to spend the rest of my days in a dark windowless room, I can't think of a better person to spend it with.
Sarah: It's not really how this works.
Chuck: What, we can't request a cozy little two-bed, two-bath cell?
Chuck: Devon, I need you to help me, I need you to be cool about this. I need you to cover for me with Ellie. I need you...to be awesome. Can you be awesome?
Devon: You're a spy, Chuck?
Chuck: Yeah; more or less, yeah.
Devon: Whoa. Wow! This is... awesome! Heh, yeah! I knew you weren't a loser who worked at the Buy More!
Chuck: Loser is a little...that's a little harsh. Okay, here-- here's the thing: the Buy More, actually, uh, is real.