Jo: You designed a paintball battle plan?
Jim: Gimme that! You are in clear violation of the paintball rules of engagement!
Jo: Me? You've got a regiment of splatterbots ready to assault my rear flank!

Jim: You in some kind of party?
Jack: No. No-no-no, no party, just, umm... trying to get some rest so thanks for checking in on me, Josefina.
Jo: Okay, see you tomorrow, Jack!
Jim: Good one!

Jack: In a town full of super geniuses, why is it that the pizza guy's the only guy with the presence of mind to walk out the door?!

B.R.A.D.: I am B.R.A.D.!
Henry: B.R.A.D.?
Nathan: I hope to God Fargo didn't program S.A.R.A.H. on top of B.R.A.D.
Beverly: (to Fargo) You built S.A.R.A.H. on top of B.R.A.D.?!

Beverly: Must be a hundred degrees in here.
Fargo: Hotter! We're gonna die!
Beverly: Way to be reassuring, Fargo!

Jack: The reason I do what I do... the reason I chose my job is to make a difference. I don't think I can do that here.
Allison: You have made a difference to a lot of people. (Jack scoffs) You've made a difference to me.

Jim: If I'm right, this leads directly to the smart house.
Jo: And if you're wrong?
Jim: I'll release an unending torrent of raw sewage upon us!

Jim: (referring to his gun) Grab my butt, Jo.

Jack: (sees Nathan and Henry hug each other) Oh, wow! That's just wrong!

Beverly: Fargo, what are we doing?
Fargo: Making love, not war.
Beverly: I'm sorry, Fargo. Even if we're gonna die, it's never gonna happen!