Brody: So how do I apply to become your cabin boy?
Carrie: Oh, that's a coveted spot.
Carrie: Full time?
Brody: Live-in. Do the cooking, do the laundry...
Carrie: I do hate laundry.
Brody: ...keep the lady of the house stimulated. Intellectually.
Carrie: You're hired.
Saul: He's a man who put on a suicide vest, Carrie. That's who he is, that's who he always will be.
Carrie: I know everything he is, but it's...it's complicated.
Saul: No it's crystal clear. You cannot be with him.
Carrie: Who are you to say that to me?
Saul: You can do whatever you want. An intelligence officer can't.
Carrie: Don't you think I know that?
Saul: So you're choosing him over us?
Carrie: I don't know.
Saul: You're throwing your life away.
Carrie: Or maybe I'm just not giving it away to this place. Maybe...Maybe I want other things.
Saul: Like a terrorist in your bed.
Carrie: Maybe I don't want to be alone my whole f**king life!
Saul: Like me?
Carrie: Like you! Because it doesn't look that great, Saul! How does it feel?
Saul: You don't know a god damn thing. You're the smartest and the dumbest f**king person I've ever known.
Mike: So, is this a peace negotiation?
Brody: I'm not at war with you.