Alicia: Sorta feels like we're back in the dorm, right? yeah. Except for Nick, of course.
Juliette: Ahh, I wish he'd been there.
Alicia: Yeah, if only. Some of the guys she was with...
Juliette: Hey! Wow. You... need to behave yourself.
Hank: Do you remember any names?
Rosalee: You don't forget names like Smokey and Stinkeye, but real names, no. Nobody ever used real names.
Nick: That's quite a way to send a message. Cutting off the head of the serpent.
Monroe: Or in this case, the head of the Yaguarate. (Hank and Nick stare) Serpent's good.
Monroe: I'm glad you're not perfect.
Rosalee: Who says I'm not perfect?
Monroe: Not me.
Rosalee: You have to play more often. Got any more?
Monroe: I do, I do. I have a Mozart, a Bach, a very nice Brahms. And I got a Rimsky-Korsakov from Scheherazade that'll knock your babushka off.
Rosalee: Oh, the babushka one.
Rosalee: You don't realize you and Nick and Hank are, that you don't judge. More importantly, cut off our heads.