Laurence Dominic: Aside from Topher being Topher, everything's under control.

Laurence Dominic: Did Rossum tell you why they're calling you in?
Adelle: Considering our recent track record, I'm sure they want to pat me on the head and tell me I've been running a crackerjack operation. Maybe there'll be cake.

Topher: I make a cheerleader, they make a cheerleader that shoots people. Or an assassin that cheers.

Boyd: And you think it's me? You think I'm the spy?
Topher: Not in a bad way.
Boyd: If they find out that you talked to me before you called DeWitt, they'll fry you.
Topher: Yeah, I didn't really think that through.
Boyd: Thank you.
Topher: Hey, I'm boned anyway.

Echo: I can help you.
Topher: Why would you want to?
Echo: Why wouldn't I?
Topher: Eh... did I just lose an argument to a Doll?

Adelle: Everyone has their first date. And the object is to hide your flaws. And then you're in a relationship, and it's all about hiding your disappointment. And then once you're married it's about hiding your sins.

Boyd: We're pimps and killers, but in a philanthropic way.

Ivy: Shouldn't we help?
Topher: Yeah. I helped when I imprinted her with kung fu skills. Be my guest.

Dr. Claire Saunders: It's okay to feel something.
Adelle: That would imply I lost something.

Spy In The House Of Love is a 1954 novel by Anais Nin, about a married woman who juggles multiple affairs with none of the men the wiser. The title is also used in an excellent jazz-rock fusion song from Was (Not Was)'s equally excellent 1988 album What Up, Dog?